Professor Wilson stood on the mountaintop, watching the battle raging in the distance.
Under the Helicarrier's assault, Hydra's ancient castle and the Vampires' main force seemed exceptionally vulnerable.
After one round of bombing, the Vampires began fleeing for their lives.
Listening to the rhythmic gunfire beside him, Professor Wilson looked through his binoculars and watched the swift, leaping Vampire elites dwindle in number.
Their UV-protective Combat Suits had done nothing to help the Vampire warriors. Several Super Snipers were rapidly picking them off with silver bullets.
Perhaps they'd run into others with the same specialty. The Super Snipers all seemed eager to see who was better...
Bob Lee Swagger was using a bolt-action McMillan TAC-50. True to his military training, when shooting at moving targets, he only aimed for the chest.
Every time he fired, a Vampire was blown in half, then burned to ash by the "silver."
The fast sniping technique of John Wick, who wore a suit even in the field, didn't affect Bob Lee Swagger's rhythm. Though he currently had the most kills, he'd also used the most bullets.
Watching the focused Agent 47 and Cross, who seemed to be playing around, Professor Wilson smiled at the old man beside him, Tom Yaso. "I really just wanted a few 'qualified' shooters!"
Tom Yaso held an old Mosin–Nagant conversion rifle. Looking a little disgruntled, he said, "Yes, they're certainly 'qualified'!
"'Qualified' enough to make me look like a useless old man!
"Where did Alvin find all these monsters?
"I was only this good ten years ago..."
Professor Wilson chuckled smugly, then raised an eyebrow at the stubborn Tom Yaso. "When we get older, we always look back on the past with fondness. But that's nostalgia, not an excuse to lie to ourselves!"
As he spoke, Professor Wilson glanced