The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer)

Chapter 1070 Simulated Trajectory

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The three bullets, which were originally thought to hit their mark, all whizzed past Donald's body, striking the hull of the ship directly.

Tito's pupils contracted, and he instinctively took two steps back.

Two shadows shot toward him at high speed, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

Tito knew he couldn't avoid it, so he simply used his pistol to knock on both sides, sending the two shadows flying directly.

It was only when those two objects deviated and embedded themselves into the deck beside him that Tito could clearly see what they actually were.

“Forks?”

Tito looked at Donald with a puzzled expression.

He never expected that Donald would actually use forks as a hidden weapon.

What does this mean? Is he looking down on me?

Seeing the surprised look on Tito's face, Donald took out a bundle of forks from his hand and said with a smile, “You use a gun while I use forks. That's not taking advantage of you, is it?”

Tito responded to Donald in a deep voice, “You're courting death!” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

An unparalleled aura radiated from Tito's body.

Donald knew that Tito had activated his own Stella Warrior force field.

Several more gunshots rang out as Tito fired at Donald once again.

It was just that this time, the bullet flew at a faster speed and at a more sneaky angle.

Donald initially wanted to toy with Tito, but the moment he felt that the bullets fired from Tito's gun were different, Donald instantly pushed his speed to the limit.

The bullet grazed past Donald's shoulder, leaving a wound in its wake.

The sensation of pain jolted Donald awake. He realized that the gun in Tito's hand could pose a lethal threat to him.

The injured Donald no longer chose to confront Tito head-on.

He swiftly maneuvered himself, aiming to use the obstacles to get closer to Tito.

Typically, those who played with guns would become useless once someone got close to them.

Tito also realized what Donald was trying to do. He immediately distanced himself from his opponent and started shooting from a few obstacles nearby.

To the onlookers, it seemed utterly impossible to hit Donald by shooting at those spots.

However, Donald, who was hiding behind the obstacle, seemed to realize something and instinctively shrank back immediately.

Clang!

A bullet hit just a bit in front of Donald's crotch.

If it weren't for Donald's quick reflexes, Tito's shot would have been enough to leave him childless for the rest of his life.

“Not bad at all. It seems your Stella Warrior force field is quite impressive.”

Before, Donald had no idea what Tito's Stella Warrior force field really was.

However, at this moment, he knew.

When Tito activated his Stella Warrior force field, he could precisely sense any target within a hundred-meter radius.

If one were an ordinary person, this kind of perception wouldn't matter much. Even if one knew Donald's location, what good would it do? They couldn't kill him anyway.

However, Tito had a special ability in his Stella Warrior force field—his pistol bullets could curve their path on their own.

For Tito, who was diligent in practice, the special effects of his Stella Warrior force field were rather formidable.

What else could one call it, if not the perfect combination of two skills, when one could pinpoint one's enemy's location and then, unbelievably, curve bullets to hit them from impossible angles?

Tito didn't say a word.

He was not like Black Dragon, the type to shoot his mouth off.

He was now fully focused on finding the right angles, an angle that could instantly take down Donald.

Tito steadily advanced toward Donald.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Donald made his move.

Tito immediately entered a state of complete absorption, his entire mind now simulating and calculating trajectories.

He was pondering over the perfect trajectory that could potentially block all of Donald's offensive routes.

Just two seconds later, Tito fired the gun.

He emptied an entire magazine, then stood his ground, waiting for the outcome.