Moonlit Gun God

Bang!

The gunshot exploded across Leighton Street, startling the chill that had just settled with nightfall.

By the time the shot reached VIP Room 503 of the Leighton Hotel, it had become somewhat muffled.

Alex, in the darkened room, abruptly opened his eyes. A sharp glint seemed to flash through them as his heart tightened and a sense of foreboding arose.

His body, which had long been poised to move, sprang into action. He shot up from the chair, crossed the room in two swift strides, the rush of air stirring the stale atmosphere, and reached the window. With a rip, he tore open the dark yellow patterned curtains.

The full moon spilled its soft radiance across his face, which had been hidden in darkness.

Like an evil ghost revealed by a faint light in the dark, the icy gleam in his eyes pierced Leighton Street like blades.

Danton Black's wild, mocking smile came into Alex's view.

At that moment, Danton Black stood with his arms spread wide and a reckless grin on his face. With a slight lift of his eyelids, he spotted a figure behind the glass above him, its cold face staring down at him beneath the moonlight like a demon emerging from the darkness.

So there had been an ambush waiting for him all along.

Danton Black and Alex's gazes met beneath the full moon. A chill ran through their hearts, and cold sweat broke out across their backs.

He had nearly been finished. If he had returned to his hotel room, he would have walked right into an ambush.

Al Swan's arrival had instead saved his life.

"Officer, thank you!"

Thirty or forty Danton Blacks filled the street. Those identical faces delivered such an overwhelming visual impact that, for a moment, it felt as if one were seeing things.

Holding his gun, Al Swan froze for an instant, struck by the bewildering feeling of not knowing which one to shoot.

In that instant, Danton Black's clones multiplied again. More than a hundred identical figures surged from the crowded street, fanning out in every direction and darting into alleyways.

Bang, bang, bang...

Al Swan quickly snapped out of it. He was, after all, an elite police officer. Raising his M9 pistol, he unleashed its firepower with all his might.

With every muzzle flash, each Danton Black struck by a bullet fell to the ground and dissolved into acidic liquid. The wisps of smoke that rose from them made Al Swan's heart sink and his face turn grim.

He knew he had screwed up.

"Dammit!"

A surge of rage rose through Alex's blood, coursing through his veins and filling even his heart with furious blood. Its pounding, drumlike thud hammered at his ears, making him almost want to crush Al Swan to death.

From VIP Room 503, Alex looked down on the standoff between Danton Black and Al Swan. Yet in only a few seconds, Danton Black had split into more than a hundred clones, scattering in a fan-shaped formation before Alex's eyes as they fled.

With cold fury in his eyes, Alex watched Danton Black's clones. From his position, he could see nearly eighty Danton Blacks fleeing in different directions, running through the alleys.

The Lower City was mostly made up of old buildings, with countless winding, tangled alleys that resembled a maze. Without someone familiar with the area to guide you, sometimes even you would not know where you had wandered off to.

Even Danton Black did not know where he should run.

Suppressing his urge to kill Al Swan, Alex stood at the window of Room 503 and took in the escape routes of all eighty Danton Blacks. Using triangulation and calculations based on the approximate distances of the clones, his brain immediately locked onto a general area.

Once he had completed the rough calculations, Alex cast a cold glance at Al Swan on Leighton Street, intending to settle the score later. He suppressed his anger, turned around, kicked off hard, and broke into a sprint.

Boom!

A thunderous crash rang through the Leighton Hotel.

Brimming with fury, Alex was like a human-shaped tyrannosaur as he burst straight through the solid wooden electronic door. Splinters sprayed around his enraged figure as his incomparably cold eyes fixed on the window at the far end of the fifth floor. He spun and ran toward it.

It was not that he deliberately wanted to damage the hotel's wooden door. Time simply did not permit him to hack into the hotel system again and unlock it. Breaking through the door was the simplest solution.

Ring...

At the same time, the Leighton Hotel's fire alarm began to blare. Accompanied by the alarm, Alex raced to the end of the fifth-floor corridor without slowing in the slightest. Like an unstoppable truck charging ahead, he crossed his arms in front of his face and slammed into the glass window.

The sound of shattering glass mingled with the fire alarm.

Alex's slender body curled slightly as he burst through amid flying shards. Moonlight faintly reflected off the fragments, their silver gleam illuminating Alex's cold figure and the icy eyes behind his crossed arms.

He cleared the street, more than ten meters wide, in a single leap and landed on the rooftop of the neighboring four-story building amid the scattering glass.

The moon cast a gentle Silver Glow. Alex leaped through the air like a panther in silver light, filled with dynamic grace. Landing on the neighboring rooftop, he curled fluidly and rolled once with his back against the cold rooftop floor to bleed off the force. As he rose, his powerful feet kicked off the ground, and he exploded into a lightning-fast sprint across the rooftops.

The freezing wind sliced across Alex's stern face like knives. The beauty mark beneath the corner of his eye gave him a cold, merciless allure under the night's moonlight. His black hair was tossed wildly by the wind, while beneath it, his black eyes swept over every building, memorizing them all as a route formed in his mind.

His agile figure vaulted over the rooftop with one hand. His clothes snapped in the wind, and the fluttering hem briefly revealed the gleaming silver Desert Eagle at his waist.

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

Bang!

Like a seasoned eagle, he streaked over the rooftops, looking down at Danton Black's figure. Having seen only the man's back, Alex drew his Desert Eagle and shot. A Danton Black in the alley fell, sprawled on the ground, and dissolved into acidic liquid as wisps of smoke rose. It was only a clone.

Alex did not stop. He did not watch his target dissolve into acid, nor did he worry about missing. The marksmanship forged through more than a hundred thousand bullets gave him unwavering accuracy even while moving at high speed.

What he needed more was pursuit—pursuing the fleeing Danton Blacks from the rooftops, catching up to more of them.

He knew the moment to gamble had arrived.

With no way to tell which one was the original for now, he could only kill more clones and rely on luck to see which one was the real body.

He raced across the rooftops, his moon-bathed figure like a fleeting Silver Glow, carrying an ultimate sense of fluid motion. He leaped over one alley after another as continuous gunfire rang from his hand.

The Desert Eagle's muzzle flashes, its gunshots, and his lightning-fast figure merged into one, becoming the Moonlit Gun God who reaped lives.

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

Al Swan turned to look, his pupils widening as he sucked in a sharp breath and stared fixedly at the figure on the rooftops.

Beneath the immense glowing moon, a cold figure leaped arrogantly across the rooftops, making exaggerated jumps from building to building with clean, swift movements. The Desert Eagle in his hand spewed flames and reaped lives. Like a silver grim reaper, his face was cold as moonlight outlined his fatally alluring beauty, firmly drawing everyone's attention.