Russell's Marksmanship

The Cross hadn't fully disclosed the details of the situation to Russell, precisely to keep him unaware that Wesley was his son.

An eye for an eye, cutting the grass and rooting out the roots!

This was Russell's typical approach.

If Russell had known that Wesley was his son, given Russell's previous behavior, he probably would have casually taken out Wesley as well. He was the kind of person who wouldn't even spare the neighbor's dog!

Although Russell currently appeared quite "friendly," the Cross didn't dare to bet on it.

The Cross couldn't fathom that Russell not only knew about his little secrets but was also well aware of them.

To prevent Russell from inadvertently eliminating Wesley without being informed, the Cross didn't hesitate and immediately followed suit.

In just a matter of seconds, the Cross had devised a strategy.

If Russell attacked Wesley, Wesley would undoubtedly meet his demise.

However, if he attacked Wesley himself, relying on the unreasonable curved trajectory of bullet-curving, the Cross was confident he could wound Wesley without killing him.

Russell and the Cross's figures soon caught the attention of the Brotherhood's assassins.

Seeing the two of them approaching the textile factory, the Brotherhood's assassins on the wall didn't waste a moment. They drew their firearms of various lengths, prepared to shoot at any moment.

Yet, just at this moment, Russell, who had been strolling leisurely towards the factory gate, suddenly exerted force with his legs, propelling himself like a cannonball to the steel gate of the factory.

Bang!

The tightly shut steel gate resounded as if it had been struck by a fully loaded heavy truck, emitting a startling sound.

Simultaneously with the tremendous impact, a dent several tens of centimeters wide appeared at the center of the steel gate.

The next second, the steel gate was sent flying.

Venom enhanced!

After practicing and getting accustomed to it last night, Russell had fully grasped the "Venom Symbiote" reward.

Venom's possession allowed an ordinary Earthling to possess strength far beyond that of a normal human, lifting dozens of tons with ease.

Russell's physique already surpassed that of regular people.

Under these circumstances, utilizing Venom's strength, his power reached an astonishing level.

He merely strengthened his right leg slightly with the Venom, then kicked open the metal gate of the textile factory.

This...

The Cross knew Russell was a superhuman.

However, he hadn't expected Russell's interpretation of "entering through the front gate" to be like this.

Not only was the Cross astonished, even the Brotherhood's assassins on the wall couldn't help but widen their eyes, staring incredulously at the steel gate that had been kicked away.

The flying gate caused the surrounding walls to shake like during an earthquake.

Was this the power of the Continental Hotel's ace assassin, the Traveler?

Although the Brotherhood's assassins hadn't seen much of Russell, they had heard of his name.

Debuting two years ago and receiving an invitation from the Continental Hotel within a month of his debut.

A hundred percent mission success rate, domineering, and a promise to avenge any enmity.

Russell paid no attention to the Cross's or the Brotherhood's assassins' astonishment. He raised the HK P30L and Glock 26 in his hands and turned his head to the Brotherhood's assassins on the wall, giving them a smile.

Without giving these Brotherhood's assassins time to react, Russell decisively pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Gunshots rang out, and blood splattered.

One, two, three, four...

Russell's marksmanship wasn't solely about aiming for instant kills. Although a headshot was impressive, the conditions for achieving it were too stringent in real combat.

Compared to precise headshots, he preferred point shooting and the Mozambique drill.

Speaking of which, it was necessary to mention his retired former colleague, the beloved dog.

His usage habits for point shooting and the Mozambique drill were learned from this former colleague.

Point shooting wasn't about precise aiming; it was naturally pointing the gun at the target and shooting without aiming.

In the eyes of many, point shooting's low precision made it seem like an unconventional technique.

However, only those who've experienced irregular breathing, rapid heartbeat, intense movement, enemies right in front of them, and various complicated situations could understand the benefits of point shooting.

Conventional precise shooting faced an awkward situation within seven steps: punches are faster up close, while bullets are faster beyond seven steps.

For point shooting, this awkwardness is significantly reduced.

Point shooting is especially useful in conditions of low visibility, inability to see sights, and enemies being too close. It's better suited for these situations than precise shooting.

It's somewhat like not knowing the value of thick thighs when young and mistakenly treating chopsticks as treasures.

Though point shooting can handle various complicated situations up close, its lack of precision remains a flaw.

Therefore, the Mozambique drill is needed at this point.

The Mozambique drill is an easily understood shooting technique. In simple terms, it's firing two or three shots at the larger, more easily hit torso area, then finishing with a headshot.

The torso has a larger target area and is the easiest to hit.

Hitting the torso first effectively reduces the enemy's mobility.

Finish with a headshot to completely eliminate the opponent.

For gamers, the Mozambique drill is like inflicting a stun first and then landing a critical hit.

Apart from needing more bullets, the Mozambique drill is highly efficient.

The Mozambique drill is a combination of point shooting and precise shooting, and it's not only efficient but also capable of creating impressive gunfight scenes.

Russell had admired his former colleague's Mozambique drill in real combat scenarios. The scenes were nothing short of impressive.

Though both point shooting and the Mozambique drill were very practical shooting techniques, they had a minor limitation.

That is, both techniques were more suited for close-quarters combat. If the distance was too far, conventional precise shooting would be more appropriate.

Russell's proficiency in long-range precise shooting wasn't very high, just about on par with an average assassin's skill level.

However, this issue would soon be resolved.

Once he obtained the "Fate's Assassin" reward, he would gain the unreasonable bullet-curving technique.

At that point, his long-range shooting skills would be significantly enhanced.

Just as the Cross charged into the textile factory, Russell had already taken out several of the Brotherhood's assassins on the wall.

At this moment, he was steadily advancing along the wall, one Brotherhood's assassin after another falling at his feet.

As he was about to finish off the Brotherhood's assassins on the wall, preparing to enter the textile factory via the path along the wall, a bullet with an absurd trajectory defying scientific principles flew from inside the textile factory and landed in front of him.

Bang!

The bullet, following a curved path, precisely hit Russell's temple. The tremendous impact caused his head to tilt.