Chapter 108 Is He the Terminator?

"Could this guy be that damn Terminator!" A terrifying thought flashed through Quest's mind. But he immediately shook his head, rejecting it. Because the Terminator, that ruthless mechanical monster, would never have human emotions. How could he have been momentarily stunned when a woman was shot in the head at close range?

Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on Quest's face. He threw away the empty police pistol in his hand, performed a standard tactical roll, escaping five or six meters away, and then turned into a corridor.

Where he had been standing was now occupied by a smoking hand grenade!

Fangarson's pupils contracted instantly. The reason he wasn't afraid of Quest's shooting was, of course, due to the special effect of his talent ability, "Tenacity." One must know that Quest was only using a police pistol to attack him. This type of firearm, unlike military firearms, focuses on deterrence rather than lethality in its design and manufacture. Moreover, Quest's refraction would cause the bullet to ricochet, leading to kinetic energy decay.

But this didn't mean that Fangarson could act with impunity. The higher the damage from the enemy, the more useless his talent ability would seem. It could be calculated that the instantaneous damage capability of a hand grenade would even exceed the close-range shot of a shotgun. Therefore, facing such a predicament, he dared not charge forward again, he could only retreat, and only retreat!

With a loud "boom," fire flashed, and the choking smell of gunpowder lingered. The ground was blown to pieces. Logically speaking, Fangarson should have immediately rushed out to chase after Quest, but a full five minutes passed before Fangarson emerged. However, there was now a door panel that had been removed in front of him, his entire body completely hidden behind the door panel.

As expected, three more shots accurately struck, aiming at Fangarson's eyes and lower body. Unfortunately, they were all completely blocked by the thick door panel. Quest seemed to panic for a moment, turning and fleeing into the adjacent corridor. Fangarson pursued without hesitation.

Judging from the layout of this corridor, it should be a place similar to a KTV private room. Of course, in a place like the Carnival Nightclub, they would naturally not honestly do karaoke business. These small private rooms were sometimes provided to underground drug dealers to inspect and trade goods, and sometimes provided to wealthy patrons for drug use, with the boss taking a large and generous cut from it.

This corridor was unidirectional, with a depth of about fifteen meters. Eight rooms of varying sizes were distributed on both sides of the corridor, and of course, the decoration was quite luxurious. Fangarson didn't let his guard down at all, searching each room one by one from left to right. In such a small and cramped space, it was actually very disadvantageous for Quest, who was good at ranged combat. Fangarson was able to force him into such an environment, which was a huge advantage.

However, just as he began to search the third room, Fangarson felt a chill all over his body! Obviously, his perception had come into play again. Then he heard a soft "clatter," and something fell on the carpet behind the door.

If Fangarson had been a highly experienced special forces soldier before, then he would have been able to immediately react to what had happened. Obviously, Quest had set up a simple booby trap behind the door! But at this time, Fangarson missed the best opportunity to dodge due to a lack of experience!

With another loud "boom," Fangarson felt as if the door panel he was holding in his hand had been heavily pushed. His entire body lost its balance and was blown away. He also felt severe pain in his calf. Obviously, the area not covered by the door panel was also hit by flying shrapnel, suffering considerable damage.

At this moment, the door of the room at the end of the corridor suddenly opened. Quest was crouched on the ground in a standard tactical stance. In his long, triangular eyes, there was a sinister glint. Although he could only move one hand at this time, the hand holding the gun and aiming was as steady as a rock, not trembling at all.

Even more terrifying was that the firearm Quest was holding was precisely the incredibly powerful M500 revolver! He took advantage of Fangarson being blown away by the booby trap, appearing silently at his weakest moment, like a venomous viper biting the enemy's vital points!

Gunsmoke filled the air, and Fangarson couldn't see anything in front of him. But he felt as if an invisible, enormous pressure was pressing down hard on his right eye, almost making it difficult to breathe. At this time, he understood that his perception was playing a role, foretelling that his right eye was about to suffer a terrible attack. He immediately pushed hard with both feet, leaping backward, while desperately turning his head and raising his right arm to block in front of him!

A muffled "bang" came. The sound wasn't loud, but it was full of indescribable penetrating power, as if the listener's mood and even internal organs would vibrate and tremble with the sound. In an instant, Fangarson felt a numbness in his right arm, followed by something incredibly hard hitting his forehead hard. Everything went black before his eyes, and he completely lost his balance and fell out.

"You have been hit in the head by a .50 caliber Magnum high-power handgun bullet! Dealing (127-25) points of damage!"

"The damage to your head exceeds 1/3 of your maximum health! You will experience some functional loss!"

"You will also suffer a total of 45 points of bleeding damage in the next thirty seconds. This damage does not belong to the direct physical damage type, so the Tenacity ability cannot take effect."

Although the upper limit of the M500's attack power was only 95 points, it also included Quest's own agility/passive ability bonus, so it reached as high as 127 points of damage. The power of a police pistol was about the same as hitting someone on the head with a bottle, so Fangarson could withstand it and charge forward after protecting his head!

Despite the excruciating headache, extreme dizziness, darkness before his eyes, and booming in his ears, Fangarson immediately rolled violently after falling heavily to the ground. His hands groped and pushed open a half-closed private room door next to him and hid inside. He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the stars in front of his eyes, reached out and touched his head, and immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

This fierce shot came straight at him, hitting Fangarson's forehead, but because of the angle, it slid upwards when it hit his skull. Even so, Fangarson's scalp was torn off a palm-sized piece, and the bloody wound extended to the back of his head! Even revealing a large area of pale white skull! A clear crack also appeared on the skull at the point of impact!

Believing that if he didn't have higher than normal health and a talent ability to offset some of the damage, this shot would have caused severe brain damage with its terrifying instantaneous impact, even if it didn't blow off half of his skull!

Fresh blood gushed out happily, instantly staining half of Fangarson's face with blood, making him look particularly ferocious and terrifying. Severe pain interspersed with darkness rushed over. Traces of blood seeped out of Fangarson's eyes, nostrils, and ears. He closed his eyes, shrank behind the wall, and gasped a few times, enduring the almost devastating pain in his head. He immediately dragged a sofa in the room to block in front of him.

In this way, even if Quest used that strange refraction ability again, the threat to him would be greatly reduced. Because even a .50 caliber Magnum high-power handgun bullet would weaken after being refracted on hard objects such as walls. If it penetrated a thick sofa, then the lethality would be reduced to a range that Fangarson could withstand.

For a time, the two sides fell into a stalemate. Of course, Fangarson didn't dare to go out, but Quest also didn't dare to approach the door of the private room - the broken nasal bone and the severe pain coming from his arm were warning him of the terrible consequences of being approached. At this moment, angry roars and curses came from outside again. It should be another group of gangsters coming down to see what was going on. However, after a few short bursts of gunfire, everything fell silent again. Obviously, Quest had switched to another firearm, and his terrifyingly accurate marksmanship had once again claimed several lives.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Fangarson was already panting and surrounding himself with everything that could be moved in the private room - such as the TV and coffee table - creating a simple bunker. It looked like he was bound to huddle inside and wait it out, and would never come out. But after a few minutes, he suddenly smelled a faint burnt smell, followed by a series of light, cracking sounds, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"A fire?"

At this time, a gloomy and resentful voice suddenly came from the opposite side:

"It's not a fire, it's arson. I started the fire."

The person who could say such a thing at this time was naturally Quest, whose marksmanship was superb. His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You are now blocked by me in this dead end. You only have two choices now. One is to be burned alive, and the other is to escape and be shot to death by me like a dog. Which one do you choose? This is the second basement level. Unless you're a groundhog, you might be able to escape. Are you still waiting for someone to come and save you?"

Facing the enemy's provocation, Fangarson remained silent, giving the impression of being as stubborn as a rock, completely treating Quest's words as if they were farts. However, this corridor was decorated very luxuriously, and the materials used for decoration were also very flammable. After Quest used a small spark to ignite it, the flames quickly窜了起来, and in a blink of an eye, swallowed the entire corridor, fiercely licking and spitting out, with a tendency to start a prairie fire.

How will Fangarson fight back from desperation? With his brains or with his muscles? Dare to bet with me, little Fang can repel the enemy by saying two sentences without even moving a finger? Those who believe me, vote! More exciting things are below!