Wolf Barrel 5.56

"... I knew it"

A small grunt rocks the grass leaves.

I was staring at a point as I sank myself into the bush.

The distillery shed was quickly found.

And as I thought, it was a mess there.

A cabin of about 10 tsubos in a wooden bungalow. Severe deterioration, cracks in the wall plate, allowing you to see what's going on inside from the outside.

There were about two lights indoors about as bright as a bean bulb.

People seem to be hiding, but there are no people there.

There's no sound.

Besides, a good look at the ground makes sure the weeds are distorted and translucent yarns like fishing lines are stretched. The yarn is ground rinsed. I would definitely step on something like this if I was walking by the lamp lights.

I deduced that this was not like hooking a person's leg, but a trick that would probably activate a distant device if he stepped on it.

I don't know unless I try to step on it, but I'm not going to try that.

You said you forgot the fraternity that people have, but these parts are a few things.

- Superior.

I had to kill more and more.

I lurked in the darkness and waited a little longer. [M]

An hour later.

I finally discovered my goal.

One man appeared to sew the trees.

The lamp I am raising is covered with a cloth, and I am devising ways to reduce the amount of light.

Bad clothes.

Unclean head.

And obviously a less robust person.

Definitely. It's a piece of bandit buzz.

There was a trumpet down the man's neck. If there is any anomaly, will you tell them to the rear?

The man stopped away from the distillery shed and sat down on a single thick tree. And I messed with 'something' hidden around the roots. I'm sure he's checking to see if the trick's working.

Gaze at the rounded back from a distant position.

My chest is following me.

(... no... keep it down... not yet)

Engage your teeth and exhale in a thin, fuzzy breath.

When the man had finished the work briefly, he rose and returned to the path he had just come.

I kept more than 100 meters away from the man and followed him.

The wind moves the legs to match the sound of the branches of the trees swinging and assimilates them well to their own footsteps.

I don't remember being specially trained. These things can be done naturally.

From time to time, I almost forget.

That you are a man and that you also have the soul of a wolf who lives in the woods.

That reminds me of this forest.

I became a beast in darkness and followed my prey quietly.

In the woods, the root castle of a bandit buzz that lurks his breath.

It was a two-story private house.

I guess it's been a long time since the original owner was gone.

On the walls, the claws run, the outer walls discolor, and by the way, they decay.

There are two entrances and exits.

The windows are all plated from the inside. The light in the room won't leak outside, so probably the cloth is stretched as well. So breaking in through the window is difficult.

I hid myself in the shadow of a rock and looked around.

There is no shadow.

However, when carefully observed, transparent threads are still stretched everywhere, as was the case earlier.

When I looked around at the man's gear, it was just an iron sword in cloth clothes.

As the traveler said, they don't seem to be so army people.

Come on, what do we do?

If it's a retarded B-rated movie, I guess it goes up in ambition and into it from the front.

But if we do that here, what happens is more obvious than seeing fire.

First of all, there is no doubt that the hostages die.

So the first priority should be to secure Anton.

It is also necessary to act so that the other person does not notice it until critical.

Don't need inside information to do that.

There's only one way to catch one of them and torture them - interrogate them.

I moved to a sloping position so far away from Negijo that I began to stake out in a way that looked down at the entire building.

And I opened the spellbook while I glanced at the surveillance.

While I was following him, there was an "Update" sign on the spellbook.

I didn't look at it in detail because I was after the man, so I'll check it out while I can.

There were two updates, gladly.

Moreover, one of them was a substitute that must be in the present situation.

Apart from the number of rounds loaded on the gun page, a new "accessories" item had been added.

Accessories are items that help you shoot by making it easier to take around or help you aim.

And in the accessories section of Beretta M92F and M4A1...

"Suppressor" had been added.

Suppressors reduce firing sounds and flames when firing.

... but is this really working?

Anxiety lifts my chest.

Games and movies depict the shooting noise being suppressed to an airy volume called "Vs, Vs" and not even noticed by the target indoors... they can't expect that much silencing effect for a real gun. I don't know because I've never shot it, but when I saw it on the video sharing site, I only felt it to the extent that the echo was decreasing.

I can't think about not actually shooting.

Just fine, let's say we use it during interrogation.

If it works better than expected, indoor combat will be much easier after this.

And a second update.

This one was an addition to the new gun.

I turned the page in my brain with a little excitement. I

"........................ sucks"

I have pronounced myself discouraged, anyway.

The newly added gun is an ultra-large rotary pistol.

S&W M500 (Smith and Wesson M500)

4 in. Silver model.

. The word "American" is the perfect pistol to use a bullet that increases the amount of gunpowder like an idiot to boost its power: a 500 S & W magnum bullet.

Its power is three times greater than the 44 magnum ammunition used by Dirty Harry.

It is precisely the most powerful pistol in the world.

I've only used it in games, but I hate this pistol.

It's the power that's awesome, but the recoil is so messed up that the moment you shoot the first shot, the aim turns to the ceiling. I lost many games because of it. It's just a game story.

You don't have to summon me, I know what kind of gun it is.

You should stop putting into action all of a sudden without a test shot.

This time, it doesn't look like it's coming up.

I closed the spellbook while seeping in some dismay.

That's when I realized I had one.

There were two spellbook updates.

There are two bodies I mourned.

……

I didn't want to clean up this number match just by chance.

Without waiting so long, the next watch revealed itself.

A tall, lizard-like shaped little man. A trumpet around the neck.

If you look closely, the hem of the trousers was dirty with mud and 'return blood'. Moments, wrinkles on the head of my nose. I will never forgive you.

I slowly, but surely, shrink my distance from the little man.

And around the corner from Negijo, I started getting ready.

First summon Beretta M92F.

When summoning, green light emission occurs, so stick your hands in your clothes.

Then summon the suppressor.

Black, elongated cylinders appear. The suppressor, like the magazine, was produced from the left hand. Apparently, the accessories are left handed.

Summoning costs are low, but like guns, it seems to consume magic to maintain them.

Well, no problem level.

I was confused by the attachment, but when I tried to stick it to the muzzle, it stuck on its own, as if it were the S and N poles of the magnet.

……

That's fantasy. Everything's really messy.

Finally, the magazine.

This time the bullet is even less powder than the one used in Totori.

This is a bullet to make Beretta 'a tool that hurts people for a long time'.

The distance to the man cut 10 m.

I haven't noticed yet.

Finally, strangle the leather glove belt. Ready.

And I put three bullets in the little man's back without any warning.

A creepy sound sounds like a matti needle stabbed in the membrane of the air, called a pup in the dark night.

The silencing effect is more than expected. The muzzle flash (firing flame) was also completely suppressed, and I could never see myself floating in the darkness.

The bulleted little man rolled down the ground like he had been thrust.

He opens his eyes and makes his mouth pucker like a goldfish.

How you can't even scream.

A bullet to the back caused the little man's lungs to contract forcefully, further shocking the diaphragm and causing an instantaneous respiratory distress. It's just like being slapped in the back of a relaxed karate handicapper.

But the symptoms only last a few seconds.

The little man manages to reach for the trumpet while lying on the ground.

I will not tolerate that.

One shot to the trumpet, one shot to the belly.

The little man can't even scream and leaks a creaking sound from his open mouth.

Sprinkle alcoholic puke, bump your feet and roll around. After making sure the little man lost his cool completely, I exposed myself to the moonlight.

And.

"Look at me."

The little man turns his face. And it was rigid as it was flushed with current as well.

My lips shake fine with half open.

I guess in the little man's eyes he looks like a ghost that still manifests itself from a rift of darkness.

In the moonlight, Beretta M92F's carbon black slide gives off a fierce glow. I continued my words quietly, shaking the muzzle.

"If you want to be freed, answer the question"

The little man responded to my question without much resistance.

In order to check the credibility of the information obtained, the same question is occasionally asked by time difference.

Check to see if the numbers and placements match. Knowledge learned in movies but useful enough. Beretta's turn if it doesn't fit.

That's how I pulled out the exact information.

First indoors, six, including Buzz Holminov.

The placement is permanently staffed by two people on the ground floor.

The rest is upstairs.

The hostages are trapped in a storage bin on the ground floor and the keys are held by the boss.

The front entrance cannot enter without checking the face from the inside. The trick is just to set a trap that sounds, so it's an intrusion from over here.

Finally, he asked if there was any signal.

Then when I open the boss's room, there's a signal.

"Twice, one beat, three knocks"

Yes, it is.

I guess it's more or less like this.

When I changed Beretta's bullet to "something special," I shot through the brow of the little man who was still trying to say something.

A pussy red dot occurs between the eyebrows.

But the warhead that entered stayed inside the skull without breaking through the back of the head.

Slides, no abnormalities on the barrel.

I snorted alone. I can use this.

That's where I put my little neck.

I felt like I was saying something earlier, like I was begging for my life, but I wasn't listening at all. Well, you can keep talking to the devil. You're going to hell anyway.

Having 'liberated' the little man, I turned to Negijo.

Come on.

It's a speed battle from here on out.