Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

The other sniper looked horrified as he watched his colleague fall.

"What kind of terrifying monster could have climbed ten floors in an instant?"

Snipers who spend years in the shadows of society know that there are some strange things in this world that ordinary people cannot understand.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BBI), which never existed in the official organization, all sorts of secret cults, informal missions from the East, District Thirteen... He and his companions always carefully avoided these potentially bizarre and dangerous things, but they never expected that they would still suffer today.

Why? He's just a simple monkey, a bankrupt office worker, so why is he surrounded by such a monster?

As the silver monster approached him, he raised his hand, filled with immense regret. He should never have accepted the mission for the bounty.

"Let's run now and stop thinking about completing the mission."

The sniper felt deep regret for his comrade, but there was nothing he could do. He had a family to support and couldn't risk his life for a mere comrade.

They jumped down from the high-rise building where they were lying in ambush, grabbed the railing, and entered the adjacent building. This was an escape route that the sniper had prepared beforehand.

The sniper was a seasoned veteran in the industry, and he had full confidence in his abilities.

Although that monster possessed superhuman physical abilities, she looked like nothing more than a little girl. Her actions in defeating her companions were completely amateurish.

If you use your knowledge of the terrain, escaping the monster's pursuit might not be impossible.

"clang!"

A clanging sound came from above the sniper's head, indicating that the silver monster had smashed through the rooftop door.

but……

The sniper listened intently to the enemy's voice. His footsteps faltered, and he turned away, bewildered.

She doesn't know my exact location! Although I don't know why she was able to locate us so quickly before, she doesn't seem to have the ability to continue locking on now. That means we can escape!

The sniper adjusted his posture and pace, unleashing a rare and exquisite skill. Legend has it that everything in the world has its own breath and pulse, and at this moment, the sniper's every step coincided precisely with the pulse of this building, thus completely concealing his footsteps.

In addition, the sniper learned the art of breath control from the East, which allowed him to reduce his breathing and body temperature to almost nothing in a short period of time.

A loud noise came from the corridor, undoubtedly from the silver-haired monster who had wandered here.

The sniper silently stepped along the wall, placing himself in a dark corner of the ceiling, and then continued to use his breath-holding technique to its limit, leaving only a deathly silence in the corridor.

A silver-haired girl in a hospital gown appeared in the hallway, looking around like a cat on the hunt. But she couldn't spot the sniper; he was a mouse perfectly hidden. Five minutes later, as the silver-haired girl's confused mutterings faded into the distance, the sniper, almost limp, silently plummeted to the ground.

"I...I survived..."

The overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal made his fingers tremble slightly, but his professional duty kept him on edge.

The silver-haired monster went in that direction, so there's only one escape route left.

The sniper closed his eyes, a pre-planned escape route flashing through his mind. Then he moved, quickly initiating his escape.

He passed through the cargo elevator shaft behind the boiler room, where a pre-installed climbing rope led directly to the dock. He crept forward, the rusty iron door clicking softly as it closed behind him. Passing through the corridor before him, the path to salvation lay ahead!

Footsteps suddenly echoed in the dark passageway.

The sniper instantly drew his gun and aimed into the darkness. From the shadow of the concrete pillar, a silhouette gradually became clear.

It was a yellow-skinned man, naked and thin, wearing only underwear, carrying what appeared to be a wooden plank he had picked up from the roadside, his figure emerging from the shadows.

This is!?

The sniper's face once again contorted with disbelief. He recognized the man before him, but this was his target.

He was neither tall nor strong; his naked body only made him look comical. Yet, he happened to be there, on the sniper's last escape route.

Why are you here?

The sniper asked the man in front of him in a trembling voice.

"Take the stairs."

Mian smiled knowingly, as if everything was under control. He switched the wooden plank from his left to his right hand and said in an extremely casual tone:

"Based on the terrain, I roughly guessed that you would come to this building. After checking the layout of the building again, ruling out the areas where my good knight is active, I came here to try my luck, and I didn't expect to actually catch you."

The sniper's mind raced. He had been hiding long enough, and the time it took for the enemy to arrive from the attack site was plausible. But how could they have discovered his escape route so quickly?

"Who exactly are you?"

The sniper questioned again, and Mian simply extended his right hand, which he controlled, making a peace sign, and then said:

"I'm just a teacher who knows a little math and psychology."

The trigger trembled in my fingertip. Fire? The gunshot would attract that monster. But, but…

The comical man before him put unprecedented pressure on the sniper, and under this pressure, he took over and pulled the trigger.

"Clang!"

A metallic clang echoed through the passageway. The bullet struck three centimeters from Mian's chest, sending up golden sparks, before its twisted copper casing spun and plunged into the puddles.

The naked man looked down at his unmarked skin, then kicked the scalding hot bullet casing at the sniper's feet.

"It seems the Emperor's New Clothes are more practical than a Western suit."

"Monsters...monsters! They're all monsters!"

The sniper retreated in despair, only to crash into a cold, metallic body. The silver-haired girl was hanging upside down from the pipe, her black coat over her hospital gown dangling like bat wings.

"My lord, look!"

Ayn excitedly shook the comic book she had somehow gotten her hands on.

"I think I've learned how to capture this guy called the Bat-Man!"

His body landed lightly, his hands resting on the sniper's shoulders. Under the strong restraint, all the weapons fell limply to the ground.

The sniper had already fallen into the trap woven by Mian.

Out of caution, Mian still searched the sniper thoroughly, confirming that he had no weapons, before walking up to the sniper who had almost killed him.

Looking at the sniper's face, contorted with terror, Mian leaned down, looked into his eyes, and said in a threatening tone:

"You answer whatever I ask next, understand?"