Chapter 212
According to the standards of Krasilov, the sweltering heat typical of summer, or the lush forests reminiscent of a vibrant spring day, one might find humans regaining their wildness while sprinting through it.
Surrounded by an abundance of green, verdant, and deep colors, as they get lost in the thrill of running—
Bang—!!
“Ah, damn!!”
Every time Isabel tried to master the skills of a wild stallion while dozing off, the sound of gunfire echoed like a whip. She reflexively ducked her head, startled.
With a *pop*, the cheerful noise of splinters flew from a tree nearby. Without knowing what they were shooting at, Ivan responded with return fire almost simultaneously after the gunshot.
When asked how to handle this situation, he would say,
“If you assess the hit area based on the direction of the gunfire, you can read the trajectory, and by comparing the size of the sound to the caliber of the bullet, you can determine the distance. If you detect the echo of the gunfire, you can pinpoint the location.”