Moonlit Gun God

"Bang"

The gunshot exploded onto Leighton Street, startling the crisp evening air as night began to fall.

When the shot reached the VIP room 503 of the Leighton Hotel, it was already somewhat muffled.

Alex, in the dark room, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to flash with a sharp light, and his heart tightened, a bad feeling dawning.

His body, already poised, suddenly moved. He shot up from his chair, took two rapid strides, and with a rush of wind, disturbed the stagnant air in the room. He arrived at the window and, with a "rip," tore open the deep yellow, patterned curtains.

The moon was full, and its soft, shimmering light illuminated his face, which was no longer in darkness.

He looked like a demon illuminated by faint light in the darkness, the cold glint in his eyes piercing the streets of Leighton like sharp swords.

Danton Black's arrogant, mocking smile appeared in Alex's eyes.

At this moment, Danton Black, with his hands spread wide and a wild laugh, merely lifted his eyelids slightly and saw the glass of his room. A figure, bathed in the moonlight, stared at him like a demon's cold face emerging from the darkness.

So, there had been an ambush all along.

Danton Black and Alex's gazes met under the full moon. A chill flashed in their hearts, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.

He had almost been finished. He had almost returned to his hotel room only to be ambushed.

Al Swan's arrival had actually saved his life.

"Officer, thank you!"

Thirty to forty Danton Blacks filled the street. Those identical faces delivered an extremely strong impact, making people feel as if they were seeing things and hallucinating for a moment.

Al Swan, holding his gun, was stunned for a moment, feeling a sense of confusion about who to shoot.

In that instant, Danton Black's clones increased again. Hundreds of identical him surged out from the dense crowd, spreading out in a fan shape, entering alleyways in different directions.

"Bang bang bang..."

Al Swan quickly regained his senses. After all, he was an elite police officer. Holding his M9 pistol, he unleashed his firepower with all his might.

The muzzle flash of each shot, the bullets hitting Danton Black, causing him to fall to the ground and dissolve into acid, and the wisps of smoke rising all made Al Swan's heart sink and his expression turn grim.

He knew he had messed up.

"Damn it!"

A surge of anger rose from Alex's blood, flowing through his veins. His heart pounded with angry blood, a thunderous drumming in Alex's ears that made him want to crush Al Swan.

In VIP room 503, Alex looked down at the standoff between Danton Black and Al Swan. In just a few seconds, Danton Black had multiplied into hundreds of clones, scattering in a fan shape before Alex's eyes as they fled.

Alex's eyes were cold with rage as he stared at Danton Black's clones. From his vantage point, he could see at least eighty Danton Blacks fleeing in different directions into the alleyways, running through them.

The lower city was mostly old buildings, with many winding and chaotic alleyways, like a maze. Without a familiar guide, one could sometimes get lost without even knowing where they were.

Danton Black himself didn't even know where to run.

Suppressing his urge to kill Al Swan, Alex took in the escape routes of the eighty Danton Blacks from the window of room 503. His brain immediately used triangulation algorithms and estimated the distances of Danton Black's clones to lock onto a general area.

After quickly calculating the approximate positions, Alex cast a cold glance at Al Swan on Leighton Street, intending to settle the score later. He suppressed his anger, turned, and stomped his feet, starting to sprint.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion echoed through the Leighton Hotel.

Alex, filled with rage, like a human tyrannosaur, burst through the solid wood electronic door, wood chips flying in his angry wake. His cold eyes fixed on the window at the end of the fifth floor through the flying debris. He turned and ran towards the window at the end.

It wasn't that he intentionally destroyed the hotel's wooden door; it was just that time didn't allow him to hack into the hotel system again to unlock it. Breaking through the door was the simplest method.

"Ring..."

At the same time, the fire alarm of the Leighton Hotel sounded. Accompanied by the alarm, Alex's figure rushed down the fifth-floor corridor to the end. Without slowing down at all, he was like a rampaging truck, crossing his arms to cover his eyes, and smashing into the glass window.

The sound of shattering glass mixed with the fire alarm.

Alex's slender figure curled slightly as he leaped out with the flying glass shards. The moonlight cast a faint glow on the glass fragments, reflecting a silver sheen that illuminated Alex's cold posture and his cold eyes, crossed behind his arms.

He leaped across the street, a distance of over ten meters, and amidst the flying glass fragments, he landed on the roof of the adjacent fourth floor.

The bright moonlight shone with a gentle silver light. Alex's figure, like a leopard in the silver light, full of dynamic beauty, leaped through the air and landed on the roof of the adjacent building. He curled smoothly, pressing his back against the cold rooftop ground and rolling to dissipate the force. As he got up, he pushed off the ground with his powerful feet, bursting with speed like a startled rabbit, and immediately began running at breakneck speed across the rooftops.

The cold wind cut like knives across Alex's stern face. The tear mole under his eye gave him a cold, ruthless charm in the dark moonlight. His black hair was tossed about by the wind, and beneath the strands, his black eyes were cold and ruthless as he scanned all the buildings, memorizing them. A running route formed in his mind.

His figure was agile as he braced himself on the rooftop, his clothes flapping in the wind. The fluttering hem of his clothes revealed the bright silver Desert Eagle at his waist.

As he crossed over one rooftop after another, a fleeing figure appeared in the alley below in the corner of Alex's eye.

"Bang"

Like an experienced eagle, he moved at lightning speed across the rooftops, looking down at Danton Black's figure. Just seeing a back, Alex drew his Desert Eagle and shot down a Danton Black in an alley. He fell to the ground, turning into acid, and wisps of smoke rose. This was just a clone.

Alex didn't stop, nor did he look at his target turning into acid. He wasn't worried about missing either. His marksmanship, honed by over a hundred thousand bullets, gave him unwavering accuracy even while moving dynamically.

What he needed more was the chase, chasing Danton Black across the rooftops, chasing more Danton Blacks.

He knew it was time to rely on luck.

Since he couldn't distinguish the real body from the clones for the moment, he could only kill more clones and try his luck to see which one was the real one.

He moved rapidly across the rooftops, his figure bathed in moonlight like a silver phantom, bringing an extreme sense of dynamic fluidity. He leaped over alleyways, and continuous gunshots rang out from his hands.

The muzzle flashes of the Desert Eagle, the gunshots, and his lightning-fast figure merged into one, transforming him into the reaping Moonlit Gun God.

Alex's continuous gunfire caught Al Swan's attention.

Al Swan turned his head, his pupils widening, and he gasped, staring intently at the figure on the rooftop.

Under the vast, shimmering moon, a cold figure leaped arrogantly across the rooftops, making exaggerated bounds from one roof to another, swift and precise. The Desert Eagle in his hand spewed flames, reaping lives. He was like a silver grim reaper, his face icy, the moonlight outlining his alluring deadliness and beauty, captivating everyone's attention.