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Under the overpass, Shota Asama rode his motorcycle under the bridge and gradually drove into a sparsely populated place.

An inexplicable dizziness suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, until he opened his eyes, but could no longer see anything. The second before his consciousness fell into chaos, he knew that the guy was coming!

Only a moment passed in the perception. When Shota Asama came to his senses, he had already left the road and fell to the roadside under the overpass together with the motorcycle.

Damn it!

Shota Asama tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, took out the revolver from behind, gritted his teeth and stood up, looking around cautiously.

"Asshole! I know you are here...do you want to kill me? Come out!"

His voice was mixed with fear of death, but more of it was a fight against fate.

"...Hey, come out! Do you want to kill me without any reason? I won't give up that easily!"

On the deserted roadside, few vehicles even passed by, only Shota's roar echoed over and over again.

Suddenly, a sinister voice sounded, "Haha, prey should look like prey..."

"There!" Shota quickly looked around, but saw a figure slowly walking out from behind the pillars of the overpass. His eyes suddenly widened and his pupils tightened.

The person in front of him actually had a very similar body shape, similar face, similar clothes and everything to him. It was almost another version of himself!

"You...you guy, what kind of monster are you!"

Shota Asama's heart was filled with fear, and his roaring voice trembled, but he raised the gun decisively and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

There was a loud burst of gunfire, and the bullet was fired from the barrel of the gun at high speed, but directly penetrated the body of "Shouta" on the opposite side, hit the stone bridge pillar behind, and exploded into a cloud of smoke.

"How could..." Shota couldn't believe it.

"Stupid!" "Shouta" on the opposite side laughed sinisterly. Although he used the same voice, the words he said were creepy, "Do you think what you can see is the real me?"

The sneering "Shouta" walked towards him step by step, his eyes filled with amusement and contempt, as if he didn't care about any counterattack from his prey.

Shota roared and fired two more shots, but as expected, the bullets penetrated the body of "Shouta" on the other side, as if penetrating the air.

"Is it an illusion... Where is he really?"

Shota forced himself not to look at the guy approaching him, but looked around nervously. Drops of cold sweat secreted from his forehead, and his spirit was under tremendous pressure that was close to collapse.

The Python revolver has a bullet capacity of six rounds, but now there are only three bullets left. If you run out of bullets and still fail to hit the enemy, you will be dead!

However, the smile of "Shouta" seemed to be even colder, and the outstretched hand gradually turned into the claws of a carnivore, reflecting the cold light in the sun.
Chapter completed!