Branches ceaselessly slapped against Charles's face, but his eyes were fixed on the figure of 096 straight ahead.
The complex tangle of branches could not obstruct the two men with their enhanced bodies as they stretched and leaped from tree to tree.
"Hahahahaha!!!" 096 let out incessant, crazy laughter.
"Dude, this kind of running won't do. We both have the same speed, and if we keep running, who knows where he'll lead us," Richard's voice rose in his mind.
"Quit yapping, I know that!"
Charles pushed hard against a tree trunk with his feet, his revolver already reloaded. This time he didn't aim for 096's vital spots but directly at his lower limbs.
"Bang!" The gunshot echoed, sawdust flew, and a chunk of bark was blown off the tree beside 096's right leg.
Swift movement combined with the various tree trunks made even Charles's exceptional vision struggle to aim.
"I'll run, you shoot," Richard took over part of the control of the body.