Chapter 45

Icarus locked his eyes on the approaching threat. In a split second, he lifted his hand, which emitted a soft red glow. The sniper's bullet sped toward him, but it met his palm without making a sound. Icarus clenched his fist around the bullet. With a sharp crack, the steel-core bullet shattered into metal fragments and scattered through the air. The sniper, perched on the roof of the abandoned building about 110 yards away, froze as he watched the scene unfold through his scope. How could any human possibly react in time when the shot was fired from such close range? It was impossible to even blink in about 0.1 seconds. Yet, Icarus managed to catch the bullet with his hand in that fleeting instant! And to think, the bullet fired from the sniper rifle at around 110 yards was powerful enough to penetrate steel! Who was this man? Was he even human? Sweat beaded on the sniper's forehead as his heart pounded with disbelief. But his instincts as an assassin took over, and he swiftly