Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Chapter 46 San Value d

Translator: 549690339 ¹

Dexter had been begrudgingly glancing over, and when he saw Bucktooth’s brain get blown apart by a bullet, he was taken aback at first. As he saw the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, he instinctively halted and moved away, his footwork allowing him to dodge out of the way at the last second.

He was an apprentice card master with curse power level six, following the “fighter” path, and his nerve response time and burst muscle power were many times more potent than an ordinary man.

His ultimate dodge led the bullets, initially aimed at his chest, to miss; one shot whiffed entirely and the other hit his shoulder.

The bullet passed through his shoulder.

Also, as an Extraordinary Man, his tenacity was far superior to that of ordinary men, thus the gunshot wound wasn’t very damaging.

“You…!”

Dexter, looking at Leonard Churchill coldly targeting him with the gun, appeared utterly shocked.

Was the person before him really the newbie from their team, too timid to utter a word even when his salary was cut?

There wasn’t time to think any more. Dexter gritted his teeth through the intense pain in his shoulder and threw himself at Leonard. His powerful thighs burst, causing sparks to fly off his shoes against the ground, and he charged at Leonard as fast as a cheetah.

His speed was incredibly fast!

So what about the gun?

At close range, firearms weren’t necessarily faster than fighting techniques. Leonard, looking at the two failed shots that didn’t manage to kill Dexter, remained expressionless throughout the procedure.

He had to admit; Dexter was quite powerful.

Dexter bought a lot of potions with the money gained by exploiting the newbies, his physical capabilities and fighting techniques surpassed the average person significantly.

Leonard even admitted to himself that he would not have been able to dodge those two shots.

Just having power doesn’t mean you know how to use it.

This was the difference in their fighting techniques.

However, even with an unloaded gun, his facial expression remained stable. His gaze was consistently locked onto Dexter, and after steadying his arm from the recoil of the previous gunshots, he decisively pulled the trigger once again. However, the third shot also missed its target.

The available distance was not suitable for the use of a gun.

With a gap in the gunfire, Dexter lowered his stance and charged into Leonard. A satisfied smile flashed across his face: “This guy is done for!”

At this proximity, this situation was ideal for a body slam. All he needs to do is lock onto Leonard’s waist and toss him over, instantly breaking his opponent’s skull and spine.

This move was a fatal blow.

However, Dexter’s satisfaction lasted only for an instant. The very next second, his face turned deathly pale!

Instead of lifting his opponent as expected, Dexter felt as if he’d run into a powerful bull. “Why isn’t he moving?” he questioned, surprised.

How could this be!

Dexter, with a curse power of level six, was indeed a master among apprentice card masters. His strength and explosive power weren’t lacking, coupled with his knowledge of intermediate-level combat. Was it possible he couldn’t even toss this newbie?

Dexter quickly realized: This newbie was also a close combat card master, and even stronger than himself!

But he could not fathom why such a strong man, who was definitely earning more as a hunter or in other capacities than as a Corpse Collector, would choose to be a Corpse Collector and pretend to be feeble.

However, Leonard didn’t give his enemy time to understand.

When Leonard saw himself being held around the waist, he stepped back to steady himself. He placed the gun against Dexter’s waist and decisively took two shots.

This proximity was deadly for a body slam.

But firearms were deadlier.

At least for these apprentice card masters without a curse power protective barrier, bullets can easily penetrate their flesh and bones.

The gunshots rang out, and blood gushed instantly.

The bullets ripped through his internal organs, and the color drained from Dexter’s face.

Leonard stared at Dexter, who was slowly lying at his feet and struggling to breathe, and took one last shot at his head.

Now, he’s completely dead.

The corpse laid in a pool of blood.

After Leonard executed two men, he didn’t even spare another glance at the bodies on the floor. He once again aimed his gun at the last living person in front.

Bald Cliff was completely shocked, his eyes filled with nothing but fear and disbelief: Was their Team Leader Dexter really dead?

He had never imagined that this submissive newbie would be so ruthless. Killing two men without trembling at all?

Bald Cliff, seeing the gun aimed at him, started trembling: “Brother…no, my lord…please don’t kill me!”

Leonard cocked his head to look at him but didn’t pull the trigger; he just silently stared at him.

Pulling the trigger would only waste a bullet, but he chose not to.

Leaving one survivor, helps confirm the judgment he had made earlier.

The killing took only a moment, and by then, the skeleton monsters in the maze gradually closed in.

These skeleton monsters weren’t very fast and weren’t very potent either; it would take three to five smaller skeletons attacking together to pose a fatal threat to an ordinary person.

But where they lacked in power, they made up for in overwhelming numbers. In a flash, hundreds of cackling skeletons rushed into the passageway where they were.

More were still coming from the back.

Moreover, some of these monsters were carrying old axes, swords, and shields in their hands.

Although these weapons were in bad shape, they were still deadly.

Seeing more and more bone-chilling skeleton monsters coming, Bald Cliff was petrified.

He wanted to run.

But with the pitch-black gun muzzle pointed at him, he was afraid to escape. Bald Cliff was confused as to why the newbie holding the gun at him wasn’t running either.

Didn’t you just want to use me as bait? Why aren’t you running away?

Leonard didn’t say anything. Holding the gun, he quietly retreated to the side of another fork in the passageway.

Back when he was in Lab 407 Abnormal Organisms Research Institute, he had learned a lot from his experiences and it had broadened her horizons..