13
“Shit! There’s flying targets all over the damn place!”
Tyrone smiled a fearless smile, and pulled his Needle Gun from its holster.
The ammunition was needles, 0.01 millimeters in length, and made of a super hard steel — manganese alloy. The gun could fire over 500 needles per second, propelled by gas under high pressure. If fired at a person, it would turn them into a cactus before they could say “Ah!”
Tyrone aimed for the sky and pulled the trigger.
Brutally pierced, the Gold Lenses came crashing down in an amusing manner.
Swiftly exchanging the gas cartridge, Tyrone once more pressed down on the trigger.
The flight of Gold Lenses, trying to hide in the sky, was soon becoming sparse.
Tyrone was evidently not just a man of strong muscles. He was also an expert in modern armaments, and was a master at using them.
“You’re amazing, Tyrone!”
“The game ends now.” Tyrone put away the Needle Gun and whipped back out the ax he originally had. “Now for that skeleton jerk!”
Skeleton & Group of Gold Lenses: 6 + BP (1-I)
Alisa & Party: CP + BP (2-D)