After all, Reedy was no match for the Reaper. He just pulled out his gun and was hit by the Reaper with a shot.↖, the 12.7mm-caliber bullet hit his left rib, almost bursting half of his body. The flesh rolled over, and the blood continued to flow. He lay on the ground and fell into convulsions, completely losing his combat power.

Reddy in the pool of blood did not scream in pain, nor did she respond, but his eyes were wide open, full of pain and despair. Because he was finished, he was completely finished, and no one could save him. This was his arrogance. He was duel with the other party in other people's realms, and everything was done by himself.

The desert eagle held in her right hand was lying horizontally on her palm, and she couldn't hold it any hard. The seriously injured Reddy lost all her strength and could only lie there quietly waiting for death.

The Reaper drove slowly past Reddy, glanced at the opponent who had just dueled him like a dead cat, with cold eyes and no expression. The winner had the height of the winner, and the loser had to have the awareness of the loser. No matter what kind of person he was before, if he failed, he would be nothing.

As the winner, the reaper does not need to show his expression, because he is the winner who is above. The car slowly drove by, and the exhaust gas at the rear of the car was unpleasant. Perhaps this is the experience that the loser should enjoy.

But at this moment, Reedy's eyes suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his right hand, which had been trembling and twitching, held the desert eagle hard. At this moment, he seemed to be reviving, suppressing all the discomfort on his body, allowing all his muscles to run wildly again.

Lift the muzzle slightly, pull the trigger with the index finger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded, and a firelight popped out of the gun chamber. The 12.7mm warhead rushed towards the car cab without warning, shooting towards the already victorious and unprepared harvester.

"Clam!"

The warhead penetrates the body of the car, with a tricky angle, making it hard to defend against.

"boom!"

The car suddenly pounded the steering wheel hard to the left and hit the roadbed. The engine turned off, and the car with severe damage to the front of the car was lying there quietly, blood dripping from the door.

Reedy smiled, and he slowly sat up from the ground, covering the wound on his left rib and muttered to himself: "Idiot, do you think you won? Haha...I am the winner."

Reddy smiled very proudly. He quickly stood up from the ground and walked towards the car as if nothing had happened.

The harvester lay on the steering wheel, his neck was almost half burst open, and blood from the large artery gushed outward, dyeing the entire carriage red, giving people a shocking visual impact. The bullet that penetrated the body directly exploded his neck. Under the cavity effect after the projectile was deformed, the fragile neck was vulnerable at all. He died and was shot by Reddy.

Reddy opened the car door and watched the hot blood flow downward like catharsis. He licked his lips, found a box of cigarettes from the car, and lit one for himself. Then he found the first aid kit, took out normal saline and poured it on the wound on his left rib, and rinsed it.

When the saline water washed away the blood on it and exposed the burst wound, Reid smiled proudly again: the warhead did not penetrate his body at all!

"Silly guy!" Reedy cursed: "Do you think I will really make a quick duel with you? Do you think I don't know how much I have in this duel? I look like a flowery guy, and I'm all for picking up girls!"

The wound was bursting, and a large piece of flesh was rolled up, which was caused by the explosion caused by the bullet hitting the body. In the Reaper's realm, Reedy did not fight with him at all, but instead focused all his energy on avoiding the bullet. The moment the Reaper fired, his body fell sideways and took great risk to avoid the bullet.

The warhead forced his left rib to form a burst injury, and then flew backwards. Then Reddy made an illusion and lay on the ground and fell into a spasm of serious injuries and death.

No one would doubt the damage caused by a 12.7mm caliber warhead hitting a person, which is not something that a fragile body can resist. If it hits the limbs, it will directly break the limbs; if it hits the body, it will surely die!

Not to mention the 12.7-caliber bullet, even a 7.62-mm caliber bullet is not something that the body can resist. At close range, as long as it hits, it will die. The warhead will roll wildly in the body, causing a cavity effect, and tear everything inside the body.

The Reaper thought that Reedi was dead, and he clearly saw that the other party's left rib was exploded, and he knew that at this distance, no one in his field could compete with him. Unfortunately... Reedi did not think about competing with him at all, but was extremely weak and cunning to choose to avoid it in an extremely risky way and create an illusion.

When the Reaper determined that Reddy's death was in fact and was about to drive away slowly, Reddy's fatal blow came. He killed him with one shot and killed this self-righteous guy.

"I just want to know who gave you confidence?" Reddy grabbed the reaper's shoulder and pulled it hard outside the carriage and was still on the ground. He stared at the eyes that were still full of doubt after his death and said, "I am Reddy in War, I am an S-class soldier, and I am better at using my brain than you!"

After saying that, Redy pulled out his pistol and re-screwed the dead Reaper's head.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

Three crisp gunfire sounds sounded, and the bullet penetrated into the reaper's head, causing him to die completely.

After replenishing the gun, Reidi sat in a bloody car with a cigarette in her arms and drove away slowly. Soon, music sounded in the carriage, full of madness of heavy metal.

Every mysterious person is difficult to deal with, and every mysterious person is powerful. Fighting with them requires not only super strength, but more wisdom. Sometimes retreating is very important, and sometimes showing weakness is the foundation of victory.

Perhaps the Reaper could not figure out how he was killed until he died, nor did he believe that he was killed. Unfortunately, no matter what, he was the last loser, because his opponent was War Reddy!

The news of the mysterious man's successive failures reached Mrs. Victoria, making this woman who was obsessed with power extremely terrifying - an old woman, with every wrinkle full of coldness, horror is just a modifier of praise, or more precisely, it should be ugly.
Chapter completed!