Chapter 71: Parasitic-Type Curseling

As the blood-stained gangster emotionlessly opened fire on his fellow gangsters, those in front of him did not even have time to react. The rest instinctively took cover behind the car but a few brave ones fired back only to witness the bullets bounce off their target's body or embed into his skin unable to break into his flesh. 

Before the shock of witnessing the supernatural could register in their mind a bullet to their heads forced them into eternal rest. Meanwhile, those hiding behind the Baja Bug lay on the ground and aimed for the traitor's legs from under the car but to their horror, the bullets could not break past his skin. The despairing gangster could not help but look at the guns in their hand in dismay. 

The blood-stained gangster's aim was eerily accurate, with each shot somehow he managed to claim a headshot. None of the bullets in the magazine were wasted. He then circled the Baga Bug to hunt down the rest.