"Ah, I've actually taken out Hank Clegg." Lucas Douglas blew the faint smoke from the barrel of his gun, "This is truly a moment of historical significance."
He squatted down, looking at Hank Clegg laying on the ground.
"Why did I lure you here, and to such an open place?." He propped his chin on his hand, "Because I had installed an automatic rifle on the hill behind you. I inputted your body data. Any time you were within the surveillance range of the rifle, it would target your limbs and the shoulder bone of your gun hand. All I had to do was press the launch button, and it would fire at you from behind..."
Hank Clegg's eyes barely twitched.
The injuries on his limbs were not fatal, but Lucas Douglas' bullet aimed at his chest...
It had precisely put him in a state where he was on the brink of death but couldn't fully die.
Once the automatic rifle hit his shoulder blade, he would lose his ability to grip a gun. That's when Lucas Douglas could act with impunity.
