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Chapter 598 - 598 322 Secret Techniques Roaring Sound Gun (4100)_1

Chapter 598: 322 Secret Techniques, Roaring Sound Gun! (4100)_1 Chapter 598: 322 Secret Techniques, Roaring Sound Gun! (4100)_1 The battlefield between the Black Spade ‘A’ Organization and the Sand Dust Organization saw little participation from Casio, who simply extended a hand to deal with a few people.

The remainder would be left to the gunners from the Antiques Department and the Assassination Department who were rushing to provide support. After all, he had already ripped out all of the poisonous fangs of the Sand Dust Organization. If Black Spade ‘A’ couldn’t handle this alone, they might as well disband.

Click, black boots crunching on rubble around the corner. A silhouette entered the Water Cloud House, moving neither hurriedly nor sluggishly, seemingly at leisure. Almost as if he was coming into a battlefield riddled with bullets for a vacation.

The man was dressed in a black trench coat, his erect and slender figure sketched out by the gentle breeze. He held a stone in his right hand, his fingertips like a grinding drill, sharpening the broken stone bit by bit into a pointed shape.

From between his fingers, stone powder drifted out slowly like flowing sand.

The light fog dissipated and dawn enveloped the Water Cloud House; its various passageways were crisscrossed. Some of the gunners who were supposed to protect it began to move, heading towards the outside in twos and threes.

“Who are you!”

“There’s no distinctive clothing or emblem, so it’s the enemy!”

“Take him down!”

Four gunmen stopped at the entrance of the lane, staring towards the light in the tunnel. A blonde, resplendent silhouette strolled towards them.

They were about to pull the trigger, but they saw that figure wave his hand lightly. Suddenly, their thoughts and expressions were frozen in that moment! They were stiffened like robots.

Hot, fresh blood dripped from their chins.

Following the trail of blood upwards, passing their lips, nostrils, eye sockets, and finally reversing to the bleeding wound. A hole the size of an eye bulged right in the center of their forehead. Looking through the hole, one could see the back of their skull, completely pierced through.

On the wall, there were also blackish pits. Inside them was a half-crushed stone, a mixture of red and white.

Casio used two simple factors, a stone and a finger.

Effortlessly he achieved the formidable effect of a bullet. Killing the average human was as simple as eating or drinking for him.

In his realm, and with his physique, anything could be a weapon, and anything could be used to kill.

Even a lump of water, applied with a huge force, could lethally strike the vital parts of a human body.

For these mere human gunners, Casio maintained a playfully nonchalant demeanor from start to finish. Even the previously encountered Dead Blood could pique his interest to test his Echo Strength. Now, facing the lower-tier Sand Dust Organization, Casio couldn’t find the interest.

Looking at the four unflinching human sculptures, he continued forward at the same pace. Casio nonchalantly pulled the gun from a fallen assassin’s grip, gave it a light squeeze and it promptly disintegrated into components. Another squeeze, and he was left holding a row of bullets.

Brass-colored, cone-shaped, about the size of a pinky finger.

Handgun, of course, meant he would shoot it with his hands! Casio can confidently say that his handgun’s power was definitely greater than the original firearm. These gunners from the Sand Dust Organization were even fortunate to experience it.

Half a minute later, in front of the Water Cloud House parking lot. This was an open field with a cement road on the meadow.

Woosh! The sound of bullets cutting through the air roared past the ear. A gunner running for support paused, his eyes widening, the right side of his face splattered with blood. Stiffly turning his head, one of his comrades who had rushed over collapsed onto the ground. He had half of his skull flipped open, exposing the red and white insides.

“Who’s there! There’s an enemy sniper!!!”

He whirled around, looking out over the entire green meadow.

On the various roads extending from the buildings, pairs of gunners wearing Sand Dust organization clothing could be seen. Each held firearms, their strides strong, their demeanor icy cold.

Woosh!

A sprinting gunman dove headfirst onto the ground.

Boom!

The gunman’s partner turned to raise his gun, just as he sidestepped; there was muffled sound in his chest. A crimson Rose of Blood blossomed.

Woosh woosh woosh…

The whistling of bullets blended into a cacophony, and gunmen who had been sprinting on the meadow fell one after another. Some were shot in their eye sockets, some their hearts, others their temples, and some right through their skulls. Their corpses looked as if they were murdered by an unseen demon, easily reaped by the Grim Reaper’s scythe.

Blood gushed out, staining a large part of the meadow red in an instant.

“Run quickly!” “Find a place to hide!” “Don’t stay out in the open!”

The gunmen scattered in all directions, trying to escape from the open field. But any prey that strayed too far from the edge was sought out by the Grim Reaper.

The faster they ran, the quicker they died.

By the streetlight, the gunman who had just lost his comrade was almost numb with fear by the sight unfolding before him. Suddenly, he heard footsteps fast approaching from the right rear. He numbly turned his head and saw a man in a trench coat walking slowly down another cement road, just two meters away.

His left hand was pocketed, and his right hand was holding something. His bright blond hair was tied back and his eyelids were drooping, exuding a sense of lethargy.

The man in the trench coat would flick something with his thumb each step he took forward, much like someone with a habit of tossing coins.

However, it didn’t seem like he was holding a coin.

But rather… it had the gleam of bullets! And amazingly, the bullets, when tossed up, did not fall back down. Instead, they vanished in the blink of an eye.

Where did it go?

Woosh! A gunner on the left cement road fell to the ground.

So… it was here.

Click, the man in the trench coat suddenly stopped walking right next to the gunman. The entire meadow fell silent. Over twenty corpses lied motionlessly on it, their trails of blood forming a strange pattern.