Powerful skills from many classic gunfight movies!
At the moment of receiving the title, Robert's pupils suddenly dilated, and his breathing became short of breath.
At this moment, Robert seemed to hear a violent heartbeat. The heart was like a high-speed engine, continuously providing more energy for physical activities and accelerating the flow of blood.
Robert was no stranger to this feeling. He had experienced it countless times in the research institute. This was the expression of the human body being stimulated to secrete adrenaline, but the difference was that the effect was even more exaggerated.
Robert felt that his heart rate had exceeded 400 beats per minute, and he could have detonated bombs hundreds of times before.
With the secretion of a large amount of adrenaline, Robert instantly entered a very wonderful state. His sensory ability was constantly soaring, and the things in front of him seemed to be getting slower and slower. His vision became eerily clear, as if the whole world had fallen into slow motion.
In this state, Robert's thinking became extremely active. All the information captured by his vision was analyzed and calculated step-by-step through his brain, allowing him to make the most accurate judgment instantly.
The driving route of the jeep, the flight trajectory of the bullets, the flow of the wind...
It seemed that everything had become traceable.
Without even aiming, following the rhythm of his breathing, Robert instinctively raised his pistol and fired.
The spinning bullet shot out from the muzzle!
Captured by Robert's horrifying dynamic vision, the bullet pulled a long trajectory through the air, glowing faintly red from the friction, and crashed head-on into another bullet that was hurtling toward the motorcycle.
Boom!
In an unbiased collision, the two bullets struck each other with a crisp sound.
Under the strong kinetic energy, the warheads compressed, warped, and finally fell to the ground as a flattened lump of metal.
"Shoot to intercept another bullet!?"
Frank's eyes widened in disbelief.
Although he didn't have Robert's superhuman dynamic vision, he could still vaguely catch the shadow of what had happened.
Stop a bullet with a bullet!
Frank wasn't an idiot—he knew that the probability of such an event happening randomly was astronomically low.
Even Frank, who was born from the Marine Corps and had seen countless life-and-death scenarios, had never heard of or seen such a thing.
However, if this was not a coincidence but a deliberate action...
Then this marksmanship was simply terrifying beyond imagination.
No, it wasn't something humans should even be capable of!
...
Robert, still deep in bullet time, had no idea how shocked Frank was.
At the moment, Robert could control the motorcycle under him with unbelievable ease.
He controlled the motorcycle with one hand while raising the pistol with the other, shooting again at the pursuers behind them.
Boom!
The bullet shot forward with perfect precision, striking the front wheel of one of the pursuing jeeps.
The jeep, traveling at high speed, immediately lost control, spun wildly, and with the screech of tires against asphalt, crashed into another jeep.
The second jeep, caught completely off guard, slammed off the road and into a fire hydrant on the side of the street.
Under the tremendous force, the driver was thrown through the windshield, flying more than ten meters before hitting the ground like a broken puppet.
Robert pouted.
Driving so fast without wearing a seatbelt—was he rushing to reincarnate?
One bullet.
And he had cleared two jeeps!
The man who had spoken earlier with Vladimir was sitting inside one of the surviving jeeps.
Seeing Robert's overwhelming display of firepower, the man's face turned extremely ugly, and he roared:
"Slow down! Keep your distance from him! Set up an ambush at the next intersection!"
Quickly, the remaining jeeps slowed and changed formation, trying to keep Robert at bay.
"There's an ambush ahead," Frank said grimly, having noticed their intentions.
But Robert didn't feel nervous at all.
In fact, if the cellphones of this era had been a little more advanced, Robert would have liked to pull up a song like 'Catch Shrimp' to play in the background.
The motorcycle sped toward the upcoming intersection.
Sure enough, several jeeps had formed a barricade across the driveway.
A dozen armed men crouched behind the vehicles, raising their rifles in preparation to open fire, cutting off every possible escape route.
"What's our plan?" Frank asked loudly.
"Rush through it!" Robert shouted back.
"This plan sounds plausible..." Frank muttered under his breath.
Anyway, he couldn't exactly get off the motorcycle now.
As they neared the intersection, Robert's pupils expanded again. A feverish excitement danced in his eyes.
His heart was hammering violently, blood pumped furiously throughout his body, and a faint reddish tint surfaced on his skin.
Frank could even feel the scorching heat emanating from Robert's body.
The body was crazily secreting adrenaline.
Sensory ability was enhancing again.
The brain was operating at maximum speed, analyzing every gang member's position and every object within view, building a perfect combat plan in seconds.
"Sit tight," Robert grinned wildly, "I'm about to start the show!"
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