Arrow Was Stronger Than Gunfire

[Part ① · A Hair's Breadth from Death]

"Die, Vincent!"

The Collector had no intention of continuing to make art. Even though the Big Leader wanted him to take them alive, he couldn't carry out the order any longer—the destructive power Wen Bucai's spirit had displayed far exceeded his expectations.

A fierce tongue of flame burst from the Perfume Bottle's muzzle. Both triggers fired at once, sending two bullets straight toward Wen Bucai's head in rapid succession!

Wen Bucai's gaze remained unfocused, lost in the hallucinations caused by the paralytic poison. His reactions were sluggish, and his hands and feet were bound tightly with hemp rope.

The first bullet slammed into the side of his face, only to be caught and crushed between [Wine Maniac]'s fingers.

The second bullet came a fraction of a second later, striking him right between the brows!

The shot nearly snapped Wen Bucai's neck! He threw his head back, and bone fragments and blood sprayed from the wound between his brows!

"Vincent—!" David Victor cried in disbelief. Even the puppet's rigid face twisted into an anxious, furious expression!

The faint, flickering spirit of Wine Maniac could wink out at any moment. His frail body could barely support his equally frail spirit—the soul pressure hidden in Wen Bucai's skin made it difficult to fully absorb the bullet's kinetic force!

Vincent was on the brink of death. The lead bullet had pierced his skull, leaving a gaping hole. The cerebrospinal fluid maintaining the pressure inside his skull was slowly leaking away, and blood was about to cover his nose and mouth.

"Not bad!" The Collector took fresh ammunition from his sleeve and loaded mercury fulminate and a bullet into the Perfume Bottle. "How long can your soul pressure hold out, Vincent? In this state, perhaps all it'll