Mercenary’s War
Chapter 969 - 969 955 The Showdown Between the New and Old Gun God - Part 2

969: Chapter 955: The Showdown Between the New and Old Gun God – Part 2 969: Chapter 955: The Showdown Between the New and Old Gun God – Part 2 Tomler also laughed and said, “If you dare to stretch out your hand again, I’ll shoot off your claws.

No one dares to reach out their claws in front of me, no one has the chance to do so.”

Gao Yang picked up another mirror, and just at that moment, Ludwig suddenly shouted loudly, “Hey, Tomler, long time no see.”

Once Ludwig spoke up, Tomler was silent for a moment, then said with a greatly surprised tone, “F**k, that voice is too damn familiar.

Are you Big Mister Honte?”

While Tomler was speaking in surprise, Gao Yang tried to take advantage of Tomler’s astonishment by stretching out with the mirror to take a look, but Tomler smashed the mirror again.

Moreover, he fired his gun without a pause in his speech, without changing his emphasis.

Gao Yang was completely helpless.

Meanwhile, Ludwig just laughed and then said loudly, “Tomler, you still shoot as accurately as ever.”

“Honte, my last name is Tomler, not Tomler.

I’ve corrected you countless times.

Well, that’s not the key issue here.

Wait, Honte, weren’t you dead?”

Ludwig laughed and said, “If I am not a specter, then obviously I am not dead, right?

Are you disappointed?

Oh, and shouldn’t I be proud since I might be the only lucky one who survived under your gunshot?”

“You should be proud.

You know, I still haven’t missed a target yet, but clearly you were an exception.

I really should have shot you in the head again back then.

No wonder some things leaked out, it turns out you survived.

However, I must say I’m quite happy that you did survive since none of our old buddies are alive anymore.”

Ludwig said with emotion, “Yes, you made enough money, got rid of us old guys, and then ran off to become a big boss, while I had to spend a long time in jail.

Speaking of which, I am really glad you survived, so that I have the chance to take you down.”

“You were in jail?

Oh, Honte, that’s not good.

Hard times in jail, right?”

“Actually, it was quite comfortable in there.”

“Oh, well that’s somewhat better.”

“Yes, it is better.

Hey, Tomler.”

“What is it?”

“I am going in to take you down, for Big Eye and Butterfly.”

“It’s unfortunate I killed those two.

Are you seeking revenge for them?

Well, come on in then.

I should put an end to this.

You haven’t had a good life these past few years; I’ll send you off.”

“Alright, wait, I’m coming.”

After speaking as if chatting about family matters, Ludwig placed his rifle against the wall and then drew a Beretta M92 handgun, saying sternly, “The rifle is too slow to maneuver.”

Gao Yang said solemnly, “You are walking into death.

We don’t even know what the situation inside is, we don’t even know which direction he’s hiding.”

Ludwig said nonchalantly, “My life was picked up; honestly, I don’t care if I live or die, but to take down Tomler, I am willing to die.”

After saying that, Ludwig tilted his chin up at Gao Yang, “You’re reputed for your gunmanship?

Also called the Gun God?”

Gao Yang smiled and said, “Some people call me that, but not many.”

Ludwig laughed and said, “Tomler’s Gun God is well recognized, and you, I don’t think you’re quite like him.

But no choice now, I can only pin my hopes on you.

Listen, I’m a big target; hide behind me.

When he kills me, you shoot and kill him.

You’ve only got one shot.

I really hope it’s not you who dies, though the odds aren’t great.

Ready?”

Before Gao Yang could speak, Eileen stepped forward and said solemnly, “Chief, Satan can’t be without you.

Chief, I have a helmet and a bulletproof vest.”

Li Jinfang pulled Eileen back while Gao Yang looked at her and smiled, “You won’t make it.”

It wasn’t that Gao Yang looked down on Eileen; it was that Eileen truly had no chance of killing Tomler.

Ludwig was right; it was just one shot, and from finding Tomler to firing the bullet, it had to be done in less than 0.1 seconds—a limit one shot.

Gao Yang had never shot like this before, nor had he practiced it because it was impossible to practice such a shot.

It was irreplicable and could not be executed unless one was truly driven into a corner.

Gao Yang took a deep breath and said to Ludwig, “Ready?”

Ludwig smiled, turned slightly, and gestured for Gao Yang to stand behind him.

Just then, the only remaining lucky survivor of the Night Phantoms, scared out of his wits, crawled back on the ground.

Ludwig looked at the man oddly and said, “What are you doing?”

“I’m done!

I don’t want the money.

This is suicide!

I give up, I’m out, I quit!”

The man had already broken down.

After Ludwig eyed him twice, he suddenly put his handgun back in its holster, took the rifle back in his right hand, grabbed the man lying on the ground as if he was picking up a small chicken, and laughed, “Very well, since you want to be a deserter, I’m happy to find some use for you.”

The person still struggled and screamed as Ludwig extended the rifle forward and commanded, “Behind me!”

Gao Yang positioned himself behind Ludwig, and then Ludwig said solemnly, “Three, two, one!”

Ludwig tucked his head behind the unfortunate soul he was using as a shield, and pushing them both forward, charged out while Gao Yang, standing a yard behind Ludwig, followed closely.

As they charged out, Ludwig started firing, although only in random bursts.