�You are noble.�Trusting your man is good, but you will regret it.�

Amy raised her fist and shouted, as if she was uncomfortable being mistaken for pure love.

�You are laughing.�And I�m stronger than Sirone, you bastard.�I can never let you go, so I have to collapse right here.�

�is it.�

Realizing that the negotiations had broken down, Freeman grabbed two guns in both hands and activated the schema.

The image he had been looking at Amy faded like an afterimage and then disappeared.

Amy couldn�t even react.�But as she felt her presence from behind her through her john, she hurriedly twisted her body.

Freeman�s kick grazed the tip of his chin.�Amy bit her molars in embarrassment.

�this����I made a mistake!�

Since he was a gunner, he knew how to attack from a distance, but he approached and tried to engage in close combat.�Certainly, his mindset was different from those of his subordinates who only relied on magic bullets.

�joy!�I will deal with you in earnest!�

As Amy straightened her slumped posture, Freeman jumped into the air and fired magic bullets.�A fireball using explosive power fell towards Amy like a dotted line.

However, Amy also fired a series of flame strikes to neutralize them all.

It is extremely difficult to match points and lines in infinitely wide coordinates.�The precision of the two could be said to be thin.

The two, who collided again on the ground, engaged in a close-quarters firepower showdown.�However, at close range, Gunner had the advantage.

�then����!�

Amy unleashed her defensive magic, Fire Mist.�As the hot wind blew, reddish smoke enveloped the surroundings like a ball of gas.

When Freeman went out of range, Amy fired a series of flame strikes to finish it off.�About 10 windows of flame rushed in and burned the air.

Puff puff puff puff!

But this was not the end.�Repeated teleportation, hovering around Freeman, endlessly lashing out with magic.

The moment dozens of flame strikes hit one point, Freeman opened the schema widening his eyes.

Compound Eye, one of the eye techniques.

The landscape Freeman was looking at was fragmented, as if through the eyes of an insect.�

As the individually analyzed information arrived, Freeman�s back twisted around like a willow branch.

The flame strikes that continued tail after tail crossed each other in chronological order without even brushing their collars.

Amy had a hunch that it was not an ordinary technique.�It wasn�t comparable to Hong�s eyes, but it was definitely an eye technique specialized for Gunners.

She changed her strategy and went into the woods.�As long as the opponent was a high-level Gunner, he had no chance of being defeated in close combat.

However, Amy had another specialty: sniping.�Moving away to a point 300 meters away, she looked at Freeman.�She was seen calmly opening the cylinder and replacing the magic bullet.

�Hey, let�s see how long we can be free.�

Amy transformed the target�s Spirit Zone into a sniper mode.�As John stretched out in a cone, he aimed at Freeman�s face. JrNovels.com