Translator: Exodus Tales
Editor: Exodus Tales
Why is it that Luo Su had immediately determined that he was an assassin and not a special forces police officer on a mission? The reason was very simple. In this era in which everything was about looks, one’s face was enough to reveal everything.
The four men wearing workman attire all had fiendish faces with fierce expressions that seemed to say ‘keep looking and see what happens.’ Any further and the words ‘bad guy’ would have been written right on their faces.
This was exactly what those goons in TV shows who had an average lifespan of about two minutes looked like.
This was no good news for Luo Su. He was currently a comrade to these four. If they couldn’t live past two minutes, he was in grave danger.
“System, where is this? What is my current identity? What is my mission?”
Luo Su silently called out, but the system said nothing like it had dropped the connection.
If the system wouldn’t talk, Luo Su couldn’t do anything about it. He could only act according to the situation. In truth, he had already prepared himself for this. In the last two Mission Worlds, the system had similarly not told him what Mission World he was in.
The only difference was that the goal had been obvious in the last two worlds. Even without the system’s notice, he could guess where he was.
But now…
Luo Su looked at the middle-aged man depicted in the X’d out photo. He had a well-defined face with a high-bridged nose, deep-set eyes, a broad forehead, slicked-back hair, and a classical European face.
A single black and white photo couldn’t provide many clues. He could only conclude that the targeted man was some sort of godfather-like character.
Luo Su looked down the targeting reticle. In the office building on the other side, ‘Slickback’ was in an office about one floor below. The offices on the upper and lower floor were all unoccupied, and his office was the only one occupied on his floor, so it was very easy to notice him.
Slickback was very wary. Perhaps out of habit or perhaps because he had sensed something, he had hidden on the other side of an office cabinet, making it difficult for him to snipe.
Luo Su slightly moved the barrel, and an Indian woman appeared in his reticle. The red spot on her forehead was too obvious, and Luo Su couldn’t help but target it.
It was like the national emblem Japanese soldiers had on their helmets during the war, a perfect sniping target. Anyone who saw it would want to target it. It could also be compared to when a man going to pee saw a tiny bit of dirt in the middle of white porcelain. One couldn’t help but adjust one’s aim to soak it a little.
According to statistics from the United Nations, 250% of men would do this. Some of them even branched out and used the shotgun method!
Bang!
A gun fired, and the woman in the reticle was shot. The bullet penetrated through the front of her forehead and exploded out the back, scattering gore everywhere.
“Cool!”
“Nice shot!”
“Big brother, you hit right on the red! Bullseye!”
Luo Su let out a breath as he put down the sniper rifle, his stomach tossing and turning. The cruel words of his four companions made him shiver. He was even more certain now that his current identity was not that of any good person, as the slain woman had not been the target. She had been sniped down in order to force Slickback to leave his hiding place behind the office cabinet.
“The target has appeared! Kill him!”
Just as planned, Slickback pushed open the office door and fled into the corridor. It seemed like he had used a cheat, as not one of the four guns firing had managed to hit him.
Luo Su found this very normal. Those movies where godly shooters hit one hundred out of one hundred shots were all fake. While raising a good sniper wasn’t as costly as training a pilot, the discrepancy wasn’t that much. And the four people at his side didn’t seem like good snipers. Rather than trying to snipe a moving target, it would probably have been better to just spray and pray.
“Darn, he escaped.”
“That fellow is quite the runner. I only saw his shadow, and then he was gone.”
“Hey, Luo Su, why didn’t you fire?” the oldest of the group, a bearded man, suspiciously asked. He had been the one to kill the woman just now.
The bearded man was wearing a Level 3 helmet from PUBG. While it looked like an electric welding helmet, it was actually a titanium alloy helmet used by special forces.
Luo Su said nothing. He couldn’t find a reason to fire his gun, and he didn’t even know who Slickback was. Moreover, even if he had fired, in the circumstances just now, he never would have hit anything.
The bearded man’s question had provided him some useful information. In this world, he was using his actual name. Even if he was replacing someone of the same name, at least he wasn’t an unregistered person.
“Luo Su, I’ll ask you again, and you’ll answer me. Why didn’t you fire?” the bearded man questioned, his tone displeased.
Luo Su remained motionless. He looked down his reticle and suddenly said, “Wait, he’s back!!”
“Who?!”
“Our target! He’s running through the corridor. He’s fast…very fast.” Luo Su raised his head and looked in shock at the office building.
He had managed to escape, but now he was running back? Did he not care about his life?
The bearded man immediately turned to look along with the other three, and when they saw a sight that they would find hard to forget for the rest of their lives. Slickback charged through the corridor, right into his office, and then busted through the armored glass window. It was like his butt was expelling exhaust as he flew through the air.
Luo Su’s eyes went slack. There were at least thirty meters between the two skyscrapers, and Slickback didn’t have wings. Trying to cover the distance with pure physical strength was the same as suicide by jumping unless he was secretly driving Lykan Hypersport.
A second later, Luo Su was given a slap to the face, along with Newton, Galileo, and Einstein, their coffins pried open so they could be slapped.
Newton calmly laid back down and closed his coffin, indicating that he was used to such things and that he shouldn’t be bothered over such trivial affairs in the future.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Slickback screamed like a slaughtered pig as he inconceivably crossed that distance. Before his momentum ran out, he took out two pistols, a Beretta 92F and an old-style flintlock with a barrel more than 30 centimeters long. The Beretta 92F fired twice, instantly killing two of the assassins.
The bullet fired by the flintlock was even more absurd. The bearded man had hidden safely behind a concrete pillar, but he had still died, struck from a side angle. Luo Su had been nearby, and he could have sworn on the splattered brains of the bearded man that the bullet had turned.
The Level 3 helmet had brought the bearded man no luck. If it had been the 9mm bullet of the Beretta 92F, he might have survived, but the bullet fired by the flintlock had such force that it penetrated right through the helmet.
Slickback was carried down by gravity to the floor below, and the cry like that of a butchered pig came to a stop. He had only fired three shots and gotten three headshots, and this was while flying at high speed through the air. That should have been impossible for anyone else.
The only ones left on the top floor were the slackjawed Luo Su and the similarly slackjawed surviving assassin. This man was wearing goggles, so Luo Su decided to just call him Goggles.
“Bullets that can bend…this world…” Luo Su had guessed at what world he was in. As he came to his senses, he broke out in a cold sweat and crouched down with his sniper rifle, leaning against the concrete railing at the top floor.
Everyone had been dumbstruck when Slickback started firing such that they hadn’t even had time to pull the triggers on their guns, and Luo Su had been no exception. In other words, he had just brushed shoulders with the Grim Reaper, gambling on a 40% chance of survival and winning.