[Damn it!]
The young man cursed silently, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. The burning sensation in his throat subsided slightly.
Until the moment the sniper overlapped his crosshairs with him and pulled the trigger, the killer didn't release a single hint of murderous intent and blended perfectly with the night. It wasn't until the instant before the sniper rifle fired that the sharp murderous aura suddenly erupted, alerting the youngster to the hidden sniper in the darkness.
That bullet should have pierced his body and torn him in half, just like the targets they had been taught to shoot with anti-material rifles.
It should have been like that - but there's no point in making such assumptions afterward.
His foster father's intense training - dodging those randomly changing high-speed blades, and the reflexes honed in life and death situations among endless hair-thin blades, could even react before a 12.7mm sniper bullet.
