RBCT Chapter 70, the 4th Bounty Hunter, Duncan
Chapter 70, the 4th Bounty Hunter, Duncan
Despite his exhaustion, Titus reacted instantly to the bullet, and a black shadow flashed before the eyes of Bounty Hunter Number Three!
By the time the third bounty hunter came to his senses, six buckshots had struck the mud wall dozens of meters away. The lead pellets exploded, and the spent casings were ejected from the chamber, clanging against the cobblestone pavement.
This ding-dong sound was the third sound that Bounty Hunter Number Three heard before he died.
Then he heard a second sound, the metallic clanging of a Desert Eagle being pulled back in its holster.
Bounty Hunter Number Three turned around in horror, only to see the Desert Eagle's massive barrel right in front of his brow. His pupils dilated sharply!
Damn it, when did this happen!
The next second, or perhaps the next 0.01 seconds, Titus's sense of time had become much blurred, and he heard himself pull the trigger.
A .50 Magnum bullet tore through the head of Bounty Hunter Number Three, and blood splattered like watermelon juice. Titus didn't dodge, not because he wanted to drink watermelon juice, but because the fatigue from the long, uninterrupted battle and action made him unwilling to dodge.
Fortunately, the ganglia implanted in his brain regulate his rhythm—when he is not fighting but only acting, the left hemisphere rests and the right hemisphere works, and then the right hemisphere works and the left hemisphere rests.
But now, Titus realized that he seemed to have seen something unclean—why was Old Man Huang standing with his kind father, and why was Seneca holding her face and watching from the sidelines, her smile quite beautiful, her chest trembling.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a four-story residential building about 500 meters away, Duncan lay on a black cloth.
He was carrying the Dark Mountain Arms Stowaway, a folding mini sniper rifle from the Black Mountain Hideouts, equipped with a silencer. Importantly, it can be folded up for easy carrying, and both the barrel and stock are detachable.
Duncan aimed at Titus through the scope, his aged yet deadly eyes slowly opening and closing. He had been watching Titus ever since he pushed open the manhole cover.
To be honest, Duncan had been following him all the way from New York. Ever since Mr. Mason Viger identified his target, he had been sticking to Titus.
Duncan witnessed the devastation at Antonio Manor. When he arrived at the manor, Titus, covered in blood, walked out slowly like a god of death, with pure white sculptures of Perseus and Medusa's head behind him.
Next up was the Karaka Baths. He didn't go down into the pipes; Duncan figured his middle-aged body wouldn't be of much advantage in a narrow tunnel battle.
So he placed cameras at several high points in Rome, along with sniper rifles and equipment.
As soon as Tytus appeared in Lane C on a cold, dark night, Duncan quickly locked onto his target and then drove a black 2000 Bentley Arnage to the vicinity of the scene.
Six 9mm bullets were fired from that ridiculously small spy pistol, hitting Titus in the chest without even leaving a white mark, before the number one bounty hunter's head was smashed apart with a single punch...
In a single exchange, he slammed the second bounty hunter on his shoulder to his death on the cobblestone road…
Despite appearing extremely exhausted and even swaying, the body, at a distance of about 13 meters, instantly dodged six bullets from the side while facing a buckshot with a rate of fire of up to 390 m/s. Within half a second, it traversed 13 meters and appeared behind Bounty Hunter No. 6, drawing its Desert Eagle.
Monsters of this level…
It's not that there's no chance.
Duncan thought that the fact that the target did not dodge the 9mm bullet but dodged the buckshot from the shotgun meant that he was not invincible and his reaction ability was obviously declining.
The astonishing burst of power displayed by Bounty Hunter No. 3 under duress must have been his last gasp.
Want to try firing a shot?
Duncan lightly pulled the trigger. The wind was still strong enough at night. He slightly raised the muzzle, but the red crosshair on the scope was not directly aimed at Titus.
He pulled the bolt almost silently, and the 5.7×28mm bullet in the chamber of the concealed sniper rifle was ready to fire.
With just a slight exertion of his finger, a small-caliber high-speed bullet can be launched at an initial velocity of 750 m/s, penetrating the target's heart or head in less than half a second.
Duncan remained silent for a moment, watching as Tytus's figure in the mirror receded further and further away, almost out of the optimal shooting range.
He took a deep breath, turned off the goggles, quickly disassembled the gun and put it into the prepared black box, then threw the black box into a storage room on the roof and hurried downstairs.
9mm bullets are ineffective against targets, while 12-gauge buckshot might damage them. Therefore, high-velocity light sniper rifles may not be safe; a heavy sniper rifle is necessary for a one-shot kill…
Duncan got into the driver's seat, took out his dedicated satellite phone, and edited a message to send to Mr. Mason Viger.
In the blink of an eye, the message flew across the Mediterranean and the Atlantic to the United States. The message was extremely simple and straightforward, just two words:
Add money.
(Attached is a surveillance video of Titus killing three bounty hunters in Rome's C alley.)
About two seconds later, Mr. Mason Viger promised to add another $2 million and paid a $500 million deposit directly because of this hard-won video.
Upon hearing the notification sound, Duncan slammed on the gas, the turbo engine roared, and the black Bentley sped onto the main road toward a tower.
It was a bell tower over a hundred meters high, offering a panoramic view of almost half of Rome. It was a perfect vantage point, and it was exactly in the direction Titus had left.
Duncan had already deployed equipment and surveillance there, especially in the shadows, because he didn't want other snipers hiding in the same building as him.
The distance was less than a kilometer. The black Bentley turned through several intersections and alleys and quickly arrived at the clock tower. Duncan rushed into the clock tower with a large black gun case on his back.
He rushed down the circular staircase to the spot near the top where the giant clock was spinning, where there was a small enough gap to set up a sniper rifle.
Duncan unloaded the heavy gun case; the heavy sniper rifle had exhausted him, but his professionalism as an assassin allowed him to quickly reassemble the weapon without stopping for a moment.
Even though his chest was still heaving from the intense exercise, and he was panting heavily.
In no time, the heavy sniper rifle was assembled. It was a modified version of the pure black AXMC (Precision International) high-precision multi-caliber sniper rifle, equipped with night vision, a suppressor, a thermal imager, and a rangefinder.
It can fire three caliber bullets, making it ideal for urban sniping, which is why Dunn always kept it in his trunk.
He laid the new black cloth he had prepared flat on the ground, set up the AXMC, and silently lay down in the standard prone shooting position, with his shoulder against the heavy stock and his left hand pressing down on his shoulder to form a three-point support to offset some of the recoil.
Duncan glanced in the general direction Titus had left, estimated the time and distance, and quickly located him using thermal imaging.
The target was about 1900 meters away, still within the effective range of this mid-range king sniper rifle.
He manually rotated the bolt, ejected the spent cartridge, and quickly reloaded the .338LM Magnum bullet, a reinforced and custom-made version, into the chamber.
Duncan took a second to steady his breathing and calculate environmental factors such as wind speed before aiming at Titus's heart again, because hitting the torso from a distance would result in a larger impact range and more room for error.
He pulled the trigger, and the custom-made military-grade high-precision, high-powered ammunition burst out with a terrifying initial velocity of 1200 m/s!
A thousand miles away, Titus felt a strong sense of crisis. He had just gone over the bar when a bullet instantly pierced his heart.
Titus was blasted into a pile of debris in a dark alley in less than 2 seconds, and was almost completely silent thanks to the silencer!