Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

But for some unknown reason, the target raised his gun and fired another shot, then quickly left the scene. The dead crossbowman kept changing arrows until the end.

AR rushed over to check the crossbowman's body. The first bullet hit the heart and the second bullet hit the arm. She didn't quite understand the second bullet, but that didn't stop her from being shocked by the accuracy of the opponent's first shot. This was inconsistent with the intelligence. The target was not only good at close combat, but also had extremely terrifying long-range attack methods. This was troublesome.

Volume 3: Chapter 55 Hunting I

In fact, AR knows that most of his colleagues have a strange mentality: the stronger the prey, the more excited they are. They don't worry at all about being killed by the prey. The reason is obvious. On the one hand, the long career as a killer has paralyzed their nerves. On the other hand, they are confident enough. Countless battles with death are enough to make them qualified to regard danger as an exciting death game.

But AR is not that kind of person. Although she is classified as one of the strongest and most talented killers by others, she does not have any occupational disease as mentioned above. She even believes that her colleagues all have mental problems and have become perverts, unable to enjoy life peacefully anymore.

All in all, she hated complicated tasks and hated things becoming troublesome, but hating them did not mean she was afraid. She paused for a moment beside the crossbowman's body, sighed a few words, was shocked, and then returned to her calm state and continued to patiently follow her prey.

When she saw one of Scareye's capable men, Rupert, who was known as the arms expert, she vaguely felt that her first chance had come.

Bai Lang had searched an area again according to the instructions on her phone, but this time she found no clues and estimated that the enemy had already left, so she decisively gave up on this person and moved on to search for the next one.

During this time of continuous searching, she clearly felt that the level of chaos in the vicinity was getting higher and higher, and the frequency of local conflicts among the mafia was gradually increasing. Now, she needed to be very careful to avoid being discovered by others.

If she could raise her perspective, she would see something very interesting. This area has become a chessboard. Each mafia group is like a pawn moving forward steadily. The elites are like the chariots, horses, and cannons in chess, roaming freely on the board. The coaches of both sides are staring at their ultimate opponents from afar with a covetous look.

Bai Lang came to the main road of the outer ring and saw that the two sides of the avenue were full of cars. Two gangs of mafia were fighting with each other using cars and trash cans as cover. The ground and the cars were full of crossbows. This was not Bai Lang's target. She was going to pass by as a hurried passerby, but when she turned around, she ran into a group of people who had just rushed from the alley to the main road - mafia with white roses on their chests.

These people were probably preparing to support their colleagues on the avenue, but they encountered an uninvited guest as soon as they walked out of the alley.

They could tell from the gloves that this Lupo belonged to the enemy camp, and they immediately put their crossbows and swords in place, ready to deal with this guy first as an appetizer. Strangely, when this Lupo saw a large group of people, he didn't run away, but approached rapidly. The mafia liked this kind of stupid guy the most, so they pulled the trigger directly.

Bai Lang drew her sword in an instant, smashing the flying crossbow arrows. If she was close enough and prepared, this level of directional shooting would not cause any harm to her. There were only seven enemies in front of her. The four with crossbows had no time to change to melee weapons, and the three with swords had not reacted yet. Two seconds, since she had already taken action, was enough to deal with these guys.

White Wolf, who was about to charge into the enemy group, suddenly felt an alarm bell in her heart. She gave up her attack plan, slipped behind the enemy, grabbed one of the panicked big guys, and hid behind him.

A series of dense popping sounds were heard, and the big guy chosen by the White Wolf was shot into a hornet's nest. On the upper floor by the road, Rupert, who was holding Victor, calmly changed his gun. He was covered with various weapons such as crossbows, pistols, shotguns, etc., and he had an Originium bomb on his waist, like a walking arsenal.

The two mafia gang members nearby also reacted, drew out their daggers and stabbed at White Wolf, but one of them was easily dodged by White Wolf, who stabbed him through with a backhanded sword. The other one was slapped on the neck by White Wolf, who had freed his hands, and immediately shivered as if he had been electrocuted, and then was used as a second shield.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several crossbowmen took this opportunity to quickly distance themselves from the White Wolf and meet up with the small leader who jumped down from the upstairs.

White Wolf threw away the deadly shield in her hand and hid behind a Corbin. Although her reaction ability could directly block a crossbow arrow or something, it was not enough in the face of such dense Victor bullets.

The leader Rupert in front of them would throw the gun away after each shot, and his followers would immediately catch it. His fighting style was simply inhumane. Fortunately, there were a large number of Corbins as cover, so the White Wolf could barely hold on.

While retreating with the help of Corbin as cover, Bailang also discovered a problem. The opponent was clearly carrying Originium bombs, but he just didn't use them. She quickly figured out the reason. It seemed that he still didn't want to scrap these Corbins. After all, a sports car like this cost millions of Longmen coins. If you don't consider the price, it will explode, but once you consider the price, it will hurt.

This was a factor that was extremely favorable to her. Corbin still had four or five cars behind her. She could use these to deal with the enemy and look for opportunities. Perhaps, she could also dismantle the car door and use it as a shield? Submachine gun bullets could not penetrate this specially reinforced car door, so this idea could be tried.

She did as she said. She adjusted the angle and prepared to take advantage of an opportunity to chop off the car door and create a shield.

AR has gone around to the other side. Previously, she was behind the group of mafia. Since the target was highly alert facing the front, the attack would most likely be ineffective. But now that she has gone around behind the target, it is different. Although it is a bit far and she has run a big circle, hunting is like this. You have to be patient and endure these troubles.

She pricked the bowstring and heard a pleasant buzzing sound, then observed her target from a distance. Based on the specific situation of the target, she suspected that the other party had intentions on the car door.

As always, the sniper position chosen by AR was right at the edge of the cover. After shooting an arrow, she could immediately hide in the cover without waiting to see the result, and then quickly change positions.

She was ready, so she squinted her eyes, holding the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other. White cloud-like patterns gradually covered the bow and climbed onto the arrow. This was her Originium skill, which was enough to accelerate the bow and arrow to the extreme. Maintaining this bow-drawing action, her body seemed to be frozen.

The figure in sight cut off the car door, seemingly intending to make a simple shield.

This was not a good idea, AR thought, but she didn't seem to have any better ideas.

The target's knife turned red, and in a few strokes it cut out the shape of a shield.

It seems that this Lappland also has Originium skills such as weapon strengthening, she thought. She saw that Scar-Eye's men were impatiently surrounding him and had a premonition that the time was coming.

She held her breath, and suddenly she had an epiphany: one second later, the target would hold up a shield to block the first wave of submachine gun attacks, and then use a sword to attack the enemy. The target's sword was extremely fast, and considering the target was leaning behind the cover, it was likely that the target would strike from the bottom up. The target also needed to guard against other mafia members, so...

All her thoughts happened in an instant. She aimed at Scar-Eye's subordinate, the arms expert, about two centimeters to the left of his waist, raised the bow slightly, and decisively released the bowstring.

Volume 3: Chapter 56 Hunting II

Things developed in various strange ways, no one could calculate all the details, and a mafia eccentric actually affected the entire situation.

He did not move with everyone else, but waited until his colleagues came to the front, secretly picked his white rose, and then lay on the ground in a wretched manner, trying to find the enemy's feet in the dense gaps between the wheels!

He succeeded, although the process was tortuous, but he still found the only feasible angle, from which he could see the enemy's heel!

He rubbed his hands excitedly. With just one arrow, he could nail the enemy's feet or shoes, or at least affect his movements. Seeing that his accomplices had already reached the final moment of the attack, he cooperated with his teammates and immediately pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

At the moment when White Wolf was moving, the heel of her shoe was hit by a sudden impact - a delicate crossbow arrow brushed her shoe and flew out. She understood what was going on, but it was difficult for her to accept it psychologically. The image of the mafia collapsed in her mind instantly. These guys in suits and ties with white roses on their chests could actually do such a tasteless thing. What's the difference between them and some bounty hunters!

Her center of gravity was shifted, and her sudden attack to the left turned into falling and sliding to the left. It was no longer suitable to attack with a knife, so she could only immediately draw her pistol and aim upwards.

A pistol with only three bullets left against Victor with a full magazine. This guy covered in ammunition is obviously an elite. Even though her side slide may leave people no time to react, does she really have a chance of winning?

Of course she had a chance of winning. Before the munitions expert could fire his gun, a gray arrow struck him like a thunderbolt and pierced his left kidney. He was immediately in so much pain that he was unrecognizable. At the same time, White Wolf had already taken aim and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the enemy's forehead. This time, she and the archer hiding in the dark completed a perfect coordination.

Under the impact of the arrow, the arms expert with a hole in his forehead fell slowly, and Victor in his hand fell down, and was then caught by White Wolf.

This was a deadly weapon that had been loaded and could be fired at any time. It was also a weapon that White Wolf had often seen Archangel use, and was very familiar with. She grabbed Victor, lay on her back on the ground, and fired at the Mafia that were rushing towards her.

In close combat, Victor is definitely the most terrifying killing weapon. The enemy that White Wolf faced happened to be an unarmored enemy. The result can be imagined. The other four mafia gang members who surrounded him fell down almost at the same time.

The white wolf lying on the ground was about to bend down and stand up when another gray arrow, bathed in moonlight, shot towards her like lightning. Her head immediately tilted to the left, and the arrow stuck in the spot, with the entire arrowhead embedded in the concrete floor.

White Wolf climbed up with the help of Corbin beside him, looking in the direction where the arrow came from. His gaze finally stopped on a dilapidated building five hundred meters away. The moonlight illuminated everything, but there was no figure there.

The arrow was of a familiar pattern, exactly the same as the attack she encountered when she had just arrived at the outer ring and was still in the car. She was being targeted by the top sniper!

Now that she has discovered the sniper position, the enemy can no longer stay there. From now on, the enemy may launch an attack at any time, so she has to be more careful.

There was a rustling sound behind him. White Wolf turned his head and saw a mafia man with a crossbow on his back quietly fleeing from here, holding a white rose in his left hand.

This should be the scar-eyed guy, why didn't he join his teammates? Aren't these guys from Syracuse said to be ruthless and desperate?

Bai Lang knew that she was being watched by a sniper and was in no mood to pay attention to this guy, so she planned to leave directly. She took a few steps and suddenly turned around to confirm the direction the mafia was heading, which was exactly behind the Rat King's men. A little further forward, the Rat King and Scar-Eye's men were fighting an endless battle.

You are such a smart guy, she thought, and she took down her sniper rifle, loaded it, took aim, and fired a shot at the figure in the scope.

White Wolf turned around and continued to squat beside the mafia covered in weapons, replenishing her own equipment with ammunition. After replenishing, she pulled out the white rose on the corpse's chest, wiped the blood off her gloves, and the blood-stained petals fell from her fingertips one by one.

For a moment, she was stunned and felt like a devil. The blood on her hands could never be wiped off. She told herself that peace was watered with blood, but she also told herself that there would never be true peace.

The sun will rise as usual, and the next morning's night will be the same as usual, with citizens living their own lives, but there will be some unclaimed bodies in unnoticed corners, sewers, and incinerators.

The Terra she walked through and saw never seemed to fit the description of a peaceful life.

Her cell phone vibrated slightly, she took it out and looked at it, then put away her weapon and hurried across Longmen Avenue. The new message from the Rat King told her to stop tracking the man in the previous photo, Scar-Eye had made new moves, and the opponent's elites seemed to be being gathered together, so the original information was no longer valid.

In addition, the informant found Scareye's trace at the water plant three kilometers to the left front. Although the information did not clearly state what she should do, it would be right to rush there immediately.

The informant mentioned in the message is most likely someone arranged by the Rat King among Scareye's men. It is estimated that Scareye will do the same thing. The game between these guys is really a headache.

As the white wolf thought about it, he quickened his pace.

As for the sniper hiding in the dark, someone had just taught her how to deal with him: once the sniper realizes that he has been discovered, he will most likely change his tactics and enter the second stage, starting a continuous war of attrition, because he knows that the prey has begun to be alert and it is basically impossible to kill with one shot. Only by constantly consuming the target and accumulating advantages can he get the final victory.

The best way to deal with a sniper in the second stage is to change positions continuously and not give the enemy a chance to attack. While the hunter is consuming the prey, the prey is also consuming the hunter in return. She only needs to wait slowly until the sniper in the distance can't help but take the initiative to close the distance.

Once their distance reaches a certain threshold, the offensive and defensive momentum will immediately reverse, and the roles of hunter and prey will be exchanged.

White Wolf calmly and continuously moved between buildings and streets, changing positions, occasionally half-crouching, taking out his sniper rifle to deal with several White Rose mafia members, as if the previous attack by the archers had never happened.

Volume 3: Chapter 57 Hunting III

AR knew very well that the target could not have been unaware of her. The reason why the other party acted indifferent was probably because, on the one hand, she was confident in her own strength, and on the other hand, it was also a provocation.

This guy was too experienced and chose the most appropriate response plan at the first move. This reminded her of the slang of Yan Country, "There is no false reputation under a great name." Lapland, the Syracuse devil in the eyes of the mafia, was indeed extraordinary.

She knew that the target had seen through her actions, but she also understood the target's thoughts. The target wanted to force her to lose her patience and take the initiative to close the distance, thus completing the role exchange between prey and hunter.

As a top killer, AR has her own pride, and she quickly made up her mind: What's the harm in doing as you wish? If you get closer, are you sure you won't die first?

After all, close distance is not only beneficial to the enemy, it also means fewer obstacles, more attack opportunities, and faster arrow speed.

Three hundred meters, she set a new distance line for herself. For people of their level, this is a real life-and-death fight, and any negligence on either side could lead to death.

AR silently adjusted the bowstring to facilitate her medium and short-range shooting. After killing the target, she wanted to see if the opponent was really as ferocious and devil-like as Scar-Eye's men said.

A dark cloud obscured the moon, and except for the dim lights on the road, the entire outer ring of Longmen suddenly became dark.

White Wolf quickly adapted to the darkness. Overall, this was beneficial to her. The weak scattered light could provide extremely limited illumination, and the enemy sniper should be having a headache now.

She stopped halfway and hid in a dark corner on the side of the road. She took out her cell phone and checked the time. It was already 3:26 in the morning. She received the message from the Rat King more than ten minutes ago. Because she had to guard against the sudden attack of the mysterious archer, her progress slowed down a lot. She didn't know if the Rat King was anxious.

Before she could put away her phone, arrows suddenly pierced through the darkness and shot towards her one after another.

Bai Lang dodged sideways and swung her sword to cut off the second arrow. Even though she was always on guard, her arm was still scratched because she couldn't dodge in time: the arrow directly cut through her clothes and left a bloody mark on her left arm.

This minor injury was not serious, but it made her heart grow heavier. This effect only meant one thing: the enemy was approaching and her chance was coming!

She continued to move towards the water plant, and at the same time, she became more alert to the darkness behind her. This time, she took a detour and deliberately avoided places with light sources. She knew that the sniper was chasing her all the time, and darkness was an advantage for Rupert, who had excellent night vision.

As they got closer to the water plant, the mafia became more and more densely distributed. White Wolf had already consumed enough time, and the water plant finally appeared in front of him. He just had to cross the last avenue directly in front of him.

The road was in chaos, and the mafia were fighting on the road. White Wolf took advantage of the chaos to hide in the corner of a building close to the roadside. With the cover of the noise, he silently inserted the enchanted dagger into the wall and climbed up to the fourth-floor balcony.

She loaded the sniper rifle with bullets, then slightly moved the flower pot on the balcony, leaving a gap as an attack channel for the sniper rifle.

It was not until this time that Bai Lang thought of a key issue. She still knew nothing about the appearance of the mysterious archer, and the other party's methods were like a ghost.

A chaotic car battle was taking place on the road on the left. Several black cars suddenly collided and then separated, whizzing across the avenue. People on the roadside hid behind the green belt. When the cars came, they stuck their heads out with crossbows and shot at the vehicles without distinguishing friend or foe.

Bailang retracted his gaze to the intersection in front of him. Two mafia gangsters had just walked in here. They were both Scareye's men. If they continued to move forward normally, that mysterious man would pass by here. They were both from Scareye's side, so maybe they would exchange information or something.

Of course, the other party might also pass by from the front or from the rooftop where she was. The rooftop in front was within her observation range. If it was the latter, she could go upstairs immediately after hearing the noise. After all, it was only a five-story building, and it would only take a few seconds to quickly jump to the roof.

In fact, in the entire outer ring of Longmen, there are few buildings with more than six floors, so walking on the roof is a very normal thing.

A mafia gangster at the intersection suddenly turned around, holding a crossbow and looking vigilantly at the dark corridor behind him. As his sight was blocked by the wall of the balcony, Bai Lang didn't know what the other party saw, but there was definitely movement over there.

She held her breath, turned the gun, and was ready to pull the trigger at any time.

Downstairs, the two mafia gang members turned their heads and shot crossbows into the darkness.

This was strange. White Wolf was puzzled for a moment. They were obviously in the same group, so why did they do this?

On the building on the other side, AR smiled slightly. She had found her target again. Years of experience had told her that this was a dangerous place. She couldn't be sure whether the enemy was hiding somewhere at the intersection, ready to give her a fatal blow at any time, so she used a little trick.

If the enemy hides at an intersection, his vision will be limited. At this time, she uses arrows to attract the attention of the mafia on the roadside. The mafia's actions can attract the target's attention, and she can use this to find the target's location.

She succeeded. Others might not be able to do it at all. The enemy just changed his movements slightly and adjusted the aiming area of ​​the gun, but these tiny changes were obvious enough in her eyes.

AR took a deep breath, and white lines on the bow and arrow began to gather. The straight-line distance between the two of them was only about two hundred meters at the moment, but the opponent was hiding behind a flower pot, so she had to use the Originium technique to ensure the lethality.

In her sight, the black muzzle of a gun suddenly pointed upwards.

Oops! AR felt something was wrong and immediately gave up shooting and went back to the bunker. Then an Originium bullet flew over and hit the lime wall half a meter away from her.

When she first began to wonder about the Mafia's behavior, White Wolf became extremely alert, believing that something must be wrong. As a bounty hunter, she was very familiar with attracting the enemy's attention and then launching a sneak attack.

So, while pretending to be attracted, her actual focus was on the location where the enemy was most likely to attack her - the building in front. But the archer was well hidden, and she only spotted him at the last moment, like seeing a floating white ghost. In a hurry, her bullets were not very accurate.

But no matter what, she has discovered the enemy, and now it’s her time!

Volume 3: Chapter 58: Sandstorm

Bai Lang jumped from the fourth floor, climbed onto the balcony on the second floor with her left hand as a cushion, and landed lightly. She had been prepared to deal with two gangsters on the roadside, but the strange thing was that as soon as these two guys saw her, they turned around and ran without saying a word. When she landed, the two men had already run to the main road.

In this case, it is very likely that the enemy mistook her for Lappland. She was happy to see the result of this wolf's fake wolf power, as it could save a lot of time. She ignored the two people who were escaping and faced the building in front of her directly. She took a run-up, then jumped onto the wall, and with the help of a dagger, she continued to move towards the roof without stopping.

In terms of speed, there are very few people who can surpass her. Without special means, she doesn't believe that the archer can escape her pursuit.

Climbing to the fourth floor, a strange sound suddenly came from the direction of the water plant on the left, like the whimpering of the wind. She held the dagger stabbed into the wall with her right hand, her body hanging in the air, and turned her head to take a look. The darkness in the direction of the water plant seemed to be agitated and boiling, and the trees on both sides of the road began to shake constantly, and the withered yellow leaves fell one after another.

Bai Lang didn't know what happened in the direction of the water plant, so he withdrew his gaze, continued with the work at hand, and quickly climbed up the stairs.

She stood on the roof and was shocked to find that the area in front of her had completely changed in just a few seconds.

Yellow chaos rose from the earth. The street lights on both sides of the road gradually disappeared. The dead leaves flew into the sky like mad dragons, accompanied by flying sand and rocks. Everything spread from the restless darkness in the direction of the water plant. The place without light was the center of the storm!

Originium skills, definitely Originium skills. Could a spell of this scale be the work of Scareyes?

In the strong wind, she suddenly noticed something, and looking down, she saw a white shadow flashing from the edge of the building into the dim storm. She knew that person was the archer she was chasing, but she did not get up and act immediately, but hesitated for a moment.

Things are changing so fast.

Entering the sandstorm meant that all her advantages as a Rupert—including her vision, hearing, and sense of smell in the dark—would be nullified. In addition, her agility advantage would also be greatly reduced. To put it in a strange way, what she was most worried about now was that she would be accidentally blown down by the strong wind. For someone as light as her, being blown down by a storm was a very normal thing. For example, now, she was already a little unstable, and this was at the edge of the sandstorm.

This sandstorm is simply Rupert's nemesis! She couldn't help but complain, but the more this happened, the more she felt that something serious must have happened ahead, and she had to go and take a look. After all, she was also entrusted by someone else. The old Rat King was old, so she had to ask them to help. How could she retreat out of fear?

She didn't dare to jump down directly, so she found the stairs and went down. At the stairs, a scarred subordinate was hiding from the sandstorm. The white rose on his chest had been blown to the point of being wilted, and the petals were about to fall off.

When he saw the armed white wolf coming down, he shuddered with fear, immediately drew his dagger, retreated repeatedly, and prepared to fight for his life.