Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

"Bang, bang, bang"!

Germain looked up at the bright other half of the corridor.

The third killer once again shot five "thought balls" from his arms. They bounced back and forth between the narrow walls and gradually hit Germain's side.

It seems that he can only fire five "mind balls" at a time, and there is a vacuum period of "refilling ammunition" in between.

This is easy to handle.

Germain made the blunderbuss in his left hand disappear, grabbed the back collar of the killer whose throat was cut, lifted him up, and blocked him in front of him.

Two of the "thought balls" passed over Germain, and the remaining three hit the second killer's body with a "puff-puff", denting his head, chest and left leg.

It's now!

Germain pushed the corpse in front of him to the ground, lowered his body, and charged quickly towards the third killer.

As expected, the third killer was unable to continuously fire "thought balls" at Germain.

He wrapped his black robe tightly like a vampire, and when he saw Germain rushing towards him, he looked as if he saw the sun shining on him, with a frightened look on his face.

The killer tremblingly took out his pistol from his pocket and was about to aim and shoot when he heard a strange "click" sound. The saw blade in Germain's hand instantly deformed and doubled in length!

In an instant, the two of them were only a few steps away!

"Bang!" The killer opened fire in panic!

Germain lowered his body to the lower right to avoid the bullet, and slashed upward with the saw blade. With a "poof", the killer's hands holding the pistol were neatly chopped off!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The pistol and severed hand fell to the ground, and the killer raised his severed arm like a fountain and screamed.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the killer's abdomen, and Germain pulled the trigger mercilessly.

"boom!"

The killer's screams and wails suddenly disappeared.

Germain looked over and saw that the third killer fell to the ground like a piece of paper. Only a trace of flesh was left connecting his waist, and he was almost broken into two pieces. He would definitely not survive this way.

There is one left.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk..."

Germain heard the sound of dense footsteps.

At this time, he was already standing on the bright side of the corridor. Looking back to the dark side, he saw several figures shaking in the shadows.

A brief count showed that there were eight people. Among these eight people were the hotel owner, two killers who were supposed to be dead, and five tenants.

They dragged their legs like zombies. After seeing Germain, they suddenly became energetic and started to trot faster, ready to pounce on Germain.

"Is it the 'Operation Department' in the end? Is this guy hiding among these eight people?"

With a blunderbuss in his left hand and a meat saw in his right hand, Germain did not go up to him. He did not find his true form. Fighting with the puppet would easily expose his flaws.

Suddenly, he sensed something and turned his head again, looking warily at the stairs to the second floor.

I saw a little head with blond hair and twin tails peeking out from the stairs. When she saw that she was discovered, she walked out sheepishly, with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face.

It's Bisji.

Germain lowered his saw blade and blunderbuss.

Bisji waved his hands, looking helpless, and walked over quickly.

"Have you not dealt with the enemy yet? Do you need a reminder..."

"boom!"

Without hesitation, Germain raised his blunderbuss and fired.

The petite Bisji showed an expression of disbelief and fell to the floor crookedly like a rag doll, with blood staining the floor red.

"Puff puff……"

The eight manipulated bodies fell to the ground one after another. The corpses stopped moving, while the living people were stunned and got up in confusion.

Germain didn't even look over there, but looked straight at the bloody Bisji, watching how her skeleton gradually expanded and became larger, twisting and transforming into a short man's body.

The short man covered his chin that had been smashed by the fire gun with both hands. Unable to speak complete words, he could only express his inner fear and shock with desperate eyes and vague sobs.

Germain stared at this face for a while, then remembered.

When he came out of the bank, there was this short man among the crowd watching Bisji's pretense.

It was so inconspicuous that no one would have thought that this guy would be the leader of a four-person killer gang.

Disguise is this killer's specialty.

As for why he disguised himself as Bisji, it was because Bisji was a well-known hunter in the Hunter Association.

The killer leader recognized it after a few glances, but was worried about making a mistake, so he confirmed his identity on the dark web.

While following Germain and Bisgi, he could not get close enough to eavesdrop on their conversation, but he could see that their relationship seemed to be good, so he made a reasonable inference.

The two collaborated for some reason.

It is not uncommon for hunters to help each other with people in the dark world for some purpose.

In addition, the killer leader has a similar body shape to Bisji. He just appeared in the image of Bisji, trying to get close to him unexpectedly, and then make a sneak attack on Germain.

Unexpectedly, Germain moved faster than him.

However, the killer leader was puzzled as to where he showed his flaw.

Germain had no obligation to explain to him, so he raised the blunderbuss, aimed at his head, and shot through his hands trying to block the scattered projectiles with a "bang", shattering his skull.

"Poof", the killer's head was like a cracked egg, lying on his back on the ground, making no sound anymore.

The hunt ended with Germain winning.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

At this time, rhythmic applause came from Germain's room.

Then, Bisji, who had always maintained his "absoluteness", stepped out of the dark shadows.

She pursed her lips and smiled, her hands wearing lace white gloves clapped together gently, looking as if she was truly happy for Germain.

After Bisji laughed for a while, he asked curiously: "How did you know that he was a fake? I almost thought he was going to succeed just now."

"I don't know." Germain gave an unexpected answer. "I just know that there is a fourth person. I know that he is from the operating system and that he is nearby."

"At this time, I have decided that no matter who comes close to me, I will shoot him, but it just happens to be you."

Bisji nodded knowingly, stretched out a finger, touched the small mouth, and asked: "Then... what if the person who comes is really me?"

"If it's really you, I can't hit you with this shot."

Germain is very aware of the current strength gap between him and Bisji. Bisji is now in his fifties and should have just fallen from the peak of his strength, but he will not weaken too much.

"I see..." Bisji nodded again, "Patient, calm and decisive, and not immersed in killing at all. You are indeed a 'hunter'."

She looked back at the other living people still poking their heads in the corridor, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "It seems we can't live here anymore. Let's find another place to rest."

"Wait me a moment."

Only then did Germain take back his meat saw and musket. He didn't object to going with Bisiki. There might be unexpected gains, but there were more important things at hand.

Under Bisji's puzzled gaze, German squatted down, groped around on the killer leader's body for a while, and found out thousands of ring nuns.

Bisji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise and asked: "You... are short of money?"

"It's not bad." Germain followed the same pattern and searched the bodies of the other three killers. "Expenses should increase a lot in the future, so be prepared."

Gathering all the nuns together, he nodded. There were more than twenty thousand. He couldn't help but whistled at the great harvest, and then stuffed them into his wallet.