"Vital point…." he muttered. Through the straight surface of the gun, he was able to pinpoint the man's forehead. He had a peculiar habit. When he avoided getting entangled through the branches, his body bent, and he faced sideways before bending his body forward.
Just like now…
Lance's eyes narrowed. He secured the bullet's line of path and pulled the trigger.
The moment the man straightened up after avoiding the bushy dead branches with brown leaves, his forehead was struck by the incoming bullet.
It was too fast and unexpected; the man could not react in time. He died on the spot. His body crashed with a loud thump, surprising the small animals living on top of the trees.
The other four remaining people were taken by surprise and hid immediately behind tree trunks and bushes, their eyes warily looking around.
