Casual Arrow Technique

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Big Daddy and Mindy's Secret Base.

Click!

Click!

Mindy deftly removed the magazines, loaded the bullets, released the safety, assumed an aiming stance, then switched the safety back on.

"That bitch Red Cyclone actually dared to set me up and nearly burned Dad to death!"

Mindy hid away her two guns and looked toward Big Daddy's tightly shut door. "Dad, aren't you ready yet? This place has been exposed. We can't stay here long!"

In the other room.

Big Daddy, whose fingers were flying across the keyboard, hurriedly looked up and reassured her, "I'm almost ready. Mindy, you did great! Could I trouble you to check my equipment too?"

Mindy was puzzled. Her dad had never dragged his feet when doing things before. What was going on?

Could Dad have some hidden injury she didn't know about?

Mindy didn't know, but that didn't stop her from patiently helping her dad inspect and maintain his weapons.

Under her father's instruction and influence, Mindy was more familiar with all kinds of firearms and weapons than with the dolls, stuffed animals, and dresses girls usually liked.

Through countless battles, Mindy had come to deeply understand the importance of weapons in a fight.

Therefore, though she was somewhat dissatisfied with her dad's delay, she was still meticulous when inspecting the weapons.

What Mindy didn't know was that, in the other room, Big Daddy was writing furiously.

Letter One:

Dear Mindy:

By the time you receive this letter, I will most likely have already left you.

Don't be sad. Having such a sweet and lovely daughter as you has always been Daddy's greatest pride!

Your mother passed away early, Mindy. Although I tried very hard, I still couldn't let you experience what true motherly love was.

I have a close friend in the police department, Marcus. He is someone you can trust completely... From now on, live with Uncle Marcus, Mindy, and listen to what he says.

Daddy has left you some money in the Hidden Compartment at our other Secret Base. The password is your mother's birthday. It isn't much, but it should be enough for you to live on...

Mindy, never investigate the truth behind my death, and never avenge me!

Remember! Remember! Remember!

~By your dad, who will always love you ^_^

Letter Two:

To Marcus:

Brother, by the time you receive this email, I will most likely have already left this world.

Everyone is destined to die. I hold no resentment toward death; the only one I can't let go of is Mindy.

Over the years, Mindy has been deeply influenced by my belief that "only violence can punish criminals." Just as I hoped, she has already gained some ability to protect herself.

But after this terrible disaster, I have come to realize that perhaps I was wrong...

This world is far more complex and mysterious than I imagined!

Perhaps you were right. Mindy is my daughter, but I shouldn't decide her future life for her too early. Perhaps she should attend school and receive an education like an ordinary girl...

Some years ago, you told me that you knew Mrs. Jacqueline from Forest Hills Elementary School... Now that things have come to this, I can only hope that you, Brother Marcus, will help me take good care of Mindy...

As for my sudden death, Brother Marcus, you must not investigate the cause.

Remember! Remember! Remember!

~Damon Macready's final words

After finishing the two suicide notes, Damon couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

He encrypted both emails and set them to Special Send Mode. Once his personal account went seventy-two consecutive hours without logging in, the two suicide notes would be sent automatically.

Now, it was time to settle the score with Frank Amick and his son, Red Cyclone!

They had actually made Mindy worry and suffer fear. Those two bastards deserved to die ten thousand times over!

However, the first thing he needed to do now was hire someone to clean Rimuru's one million Dollars.

Thinking of Rimuru's possible identity as a Witch, Damon didn't dare slack off in the slightest when it came to what she had asked of him.

How could they punish evil and uphold justice without money?

The weapons in the armory at the base alone had cost no less than several million.

Damon and Mindy had no moral hang-ups. After physically eliminating criminals, the father and daughter would kindly help those bad guys spend all their money.

When it came to money laundering, Damon was a true professional!

After checking their equipment and meeting with their contact, Damon and Mindy split up. They staked out and kept watch on the two men's homes and company respectively.

Don't be fooled by how, in the movie, Little Girl Mindy bluffed and tricked her way into Drug Lord Frank Amick's headquarters with ease.

But that was because Damon, her mortal enemy, had been burned to death. Mindy was just a little girl, not someone Frank Amick had taken too seriously.

But now, Frank Amick's mindset was completely different. His defenses had been raised by who knew how many levels.

All of this had upgraded Damon and Mindy's path of revenge from nightmare difficulty to hell difficulty!

Just after parting ways with Damon and Mindy, Rimuru suddenly remembered the drug lord Frank Amick.

He was a big, fat sheep rotten to the core. If she didn't fleece him properly, she'd be letting herself down.

The Silver Armored War God would always be a righteous, shining superhero, but Hawkeye... that was another matter!

After all, she wasn't the one taking the blame!

And so, the superhero Hawkeye, who would one day strike terror into the New York Mafia, once again returned to the scene!

Frank's headquarters.

A group of burly men armed with machine guns patrolled day and night. The tragedy from the livestream had made every one of them realize that they had provoked someone truly ruthless.

For the sake of their lives, no one dared slack off!

Just then, there was a whoosh, followed immediately by a scream.

The commotion was far too loud to go unnoticed.

"Enemy attack!"

"Stay alert!"

The mobsters raised their guns and stood ready. For a moment, the place was silent enough to hear a pin drop, and even from afar, one could feel the oppressive menace of their firearms.

Seeing the arrow embedded in the wounded man, the mobsters were briefly stunned.

"An arrow?"

Who still used bows and arrows in this day and age?!

Was the attacker some primitive from a native tribe?

However, when they saw the wounded man's injury, every burly man felt a certain part of himself go cold.

To their surprise, a man in a black cloak, hood, and mask simply swaggered toward them.

Hooded Mysterious Man: "My original target was that guy's head. Do you believe me?"

Hearing the Hooded Mysterious Man's words, the mobsters were utterly enraged.

They were drug dealers—professional villains, and brutal ones at that!

This hooded freak was looking down on them far too much. They couldn't let this slide!

"Fuck!"

"Open fire!"

Bang bang bang!

Muzzle flashes continuously erupted from the gun barrels, while shell casings constantly clattered against the tiled floor. For a time, the gunfire fell like rain.

In just a short while, the floor was covered in a thick layer of shell casings.

But what left every mobster dumbfounded was that the Hooded Mysterious Man still stood there steadily, without moving an inch.

However, unlike before, the mobsters now looked at one another in terror.

Bullets couldn't kill him? Was he really human?

"Have you emptied all the bullets in your magazines? Okay, now it's my turn!"

Rimuru immediately drew an arrow from the quiver on her back, nocked it, aimed, and fired.

A mobster let out a shrill scream and clutched the spot where he'd been hit. His face instantly flushed red, even taking on an unusual rosy hue.

Rimuru was utterly embarrassed. "Inexperience really kills people. I was trying to shoot you in the chest just now! Do you believe me?"

The mobsters: "..."

"Now it's our turn!"

A mobster sneered sinisterly. Wasn't she playing a turn-based game?

If you court death, you get death. Fine, they'd play a turn-based game with her!

"Second Captain, where the hell is your rocket launcher?"

"Blast the bastard!"

"Fire!"

"Alright, now it's my turn. This time I'm aiming for your stomach, baby. Are you ready?... Sorry, I really was aiming for your stomach. You have to believe me!"

"Devil! He's a devil, a devil who came from hell! Run!"

"Why are you running? Taking an arrow in the back is a warrior's disgrace!"

Nock, aim, fire...

Whoosh—another arrow flew out, and a burly man howled as he collapsed to the ground.

Rimuru covered her face. She had honestly only meant to shoot him in the back just now!

She, Hawkeye, was destined to become a master archer like "Jebe"—so why did her arrows always randomly hit those particular spots?

This wasn't scientific at all!

PS: Thanks to Han Shan Lan Yin for the 999 book-coin donation. Arigato!