Chapter 145
"Not easy to deal with," Sasori muttered to himself as he concealed his presence in the Village.
As a master puppeteer, he relied heavily on hidden blades and poison-tipped needles in combat. Thus, he fully understood the destructive potential of these firearms with their formidable penetrating power.
"But it's not unsolvable."
Firearms were indeed a nightmare for lower-level combatants. Chunin and Genin had almost no means of resisting their power. However, for elite shinobi, it was a different story. Those with high-level combat power still possessed the ability to defend against bullets.
Sasori also took note of the details—the Whirlpool shinobi switching out their magazines and the guns overheating after prolonged use. While firearms had their drawbacks, their effectiveness in battle far outweighed their flaws. Guns were indeed weapons of war.
But ninjas wouldn't be so easily eliminated. And a puppeteer was far from helpless.
"Let them witness the power of a true puppet master."
Transparent chakra threads extended from the tips of Sasori's ten fingers, thin and nearly invisible. With masterful precision, he silently guided the threads toward a member of the Whirlpool rifle squad.
Before anyone noticed, the thread pierced into the shinobi's body.
The victim immediately felt a chilling sensation coursing through his veins. A wave of repressive and powerful chakra overwhelmed him, instantly suppressing his consciousness.
He barely had time to utter a warning.