Apartment balcony.
Anatoly looked at his subordinate beside him, clutching his ears and screaming miserably, and felt a chill in his heart.
If Vladimir hadn't pulled him back just now, preventing him from sticking his head out, he would have been the one with his ears shot off.
Anatoly patted his chest, still shaken, and asked, "Bro, that son of a bitch is too accurate with his shots, what should we do now?"
Vladimir frowned and scanned the surroundings, spotting the rappelling rope clipped to the balcony railing.
He pondered for a moment, a hint of viciousness and vengeful pleasure appearing on his face.
"Cut the rope! Falling from a height of thirty or forty meters, Jason won't be able to stand up for the rest of his life, and we can capture him alive to hand over to Kingpin."
"Good idea!"
Anatoly pulled out a .45 caliber Colt M1911 and fired two shots at the rappelling rope.
After the shots, two large holes appeared in the thick rappelling rope, but it didn't break.
"This rappelling rope is too strong," Anatoly said with a surprised expression.
"This is a military rappelling rope, made of the strongest composite materials, usually used on helicopters," Vladimir explained.
"That son of a bitch really prepared well in order to escape!" Anatoly sneered and stepped forward to fire more shots.
… … … … …
"Bang! Bang!"
Hearing the gunshots from the top of the apartment building.
Jason knew that the thing he least wanted to happen had happened.
Faster! Faster!
Jason was anxious, and the speed of his rappelling increased a bit.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two more gunshots rang out, and the rappelling rope snapped.
Jason lost his foothold and fell rapidly towards the ground, back first.
At this time, he was about fifteen meters away from the ground. Falling back first from this height would mean spending the rest of his life in bed, even if he didn't die.
At this critical moment, Jason's survival instinct and years of brutal special training came into play.
Without a foothold in the air, he used the strength of his waist and abdomen to twist his body to regain balance, positioning his feet towards the ground.
Just as he adjusted his posture, Jason fell to the ground.
With a bang, a cloud of dust rose from the ground.
Jason took advantage of the momentum to pounce forward, rolling several times on the ground to dissipate the force of the fall.
This series of amazing operations stunned the onlookers, who stood around dumbfounded, watching Jason squat on the ground, clutching his ankle, with a look of pain on his face.
Falling from a height of fifteen meters is not a simple matter.
Even though Jason had prepared for the impact, his feet still felt sore and numb the moment he landed, followed by a sharp pain that almost made him lose feeling in his feet.
Jason gritted his teeth, mustered all his strength to stand up, and staggered towards the five-story shopping mall across the street.
There were many people there, and the terrain was complex, making it ideal for escaping pursuit.
… … … …
"Falling from such a high place and still being able to get up, that guy is really lucky, but his luck has run out."
Vladimir looked at the disheveled Jason, a sneering smile on his lips.
Anatoly also smiled and raised his automatic rifle, aiming at Jason's back: "Yeah, Kingpin's top general, now scurrying around like a stray dog, it's really laughable."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Jason hadn't taken a few steps when three gunshots rang out behind him.
The force from the bulletproof vest knocked him to the ground.
"Ah!"
The crowd of onlookers, who had been bold before, scattered and fled, screaming like startled birds in the jungle, when they saw Jason being shot.
Jason quickly got up again the moment he fell to the ground.
He knew in his heart that as long as he stopped on the ground for more than a second.
The Mafia members with automatic rifles would turn him into a sieve, along with his bulletproof vest.
Jason dodged left and right, trying to run to where there were more people, using those passersby as his shields.
Although this method was selfish and harmful to others, the effect was surprisingly good.
A dozen 7.62mm bullets came at him, and several innocent passersby were shot and immediately fell to the ground, wailing incessantly.
Jason, as the target, was only hit in the left arm by a stray bullet.
He endured the severe pain, pressed hard on the wound, and desperately ran towards the mall.
[Ding! Indirectly killed an innocent passerby, gained 100 points of villainy, current progress: 640/1000]
[Ding! Indirectly injured six innocent passersby, gained 300 points of villainy, current progress: 940/1000]
At the cost of sacrificing seven innocent passersby and an arm, Jason finally rushed into the mall.
He broke into the ice cream shop at the entrance of the mall, leaned his body on the counter, and then rolled over the counter with force.
Without taking a moment to catch his breath, Jason immediately released his right hand to check the injury on his left arm.
Through the bloody wound, he could vaguely see the tail of the dark yellow bullet.
The bullet was stuck in the muscle.
Looks like I was hit by a ricochet, otherwise my arm would definitely have been shot through.
Jason, with more than ten years of experience being shot, immediately judged the current situation.
Jason gasped for breath, carefully groping the wound with his right hand fingers.
After touching the hard bullet, he pinched it with his fingertips, held his breath, and used force to take the bullet out.
Blood stained his clothes and pants red, Jason's lips were pale, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
The bone-piercing pain spread throughout his body, and he tried his best to hold back so that he didn't groan.
Ding ~ ~ ~ Ding ~ ~ Ding
The bullet was taken out and thrown on the ground.
Jason covered the bleeding wound, tore open the cloth on his arm with his teeth, and made a simple bandage for the wound.
Just after bandaging, footsteps came from outside the door.
The onlookers had already run away, and the owner of the footsteps could only be the Mafia.
They really don't give me a way out.
Jason weakly raised his arm and clicked on the system's mall interface.
He was already in a dead end, and he had no other way out except to rely on the system.
[Mall: Melee Weapon Mastery, Fighting Mastery, Firearms Mastery, Driving Mastery, Flight Driving Mastery, Special Operations Mastery, Special Driving Mastery...]
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Jason quickly browsed the mall interface, thinking quickly in his mind about what skill to learn to get him out of his predicament.
After a few seconds, Jason clicked on Firearms Mastery.
In the current situation, he really couldn't find a second option besides guns.
[Firearms Mastery Level 1 (Acquired)]
[Firearms Mastery Level 2 (Acquired)]
[Firearms Mastery Level 3 (Acquired)]
[Firearms Mastery Level 4 (Acquired)]
[Firearms Mastery Level 5 (Not Acquired)]
Click on Firearms Mastery Level 5.
[(Requires: 50 points; Strength: 30, Agility: 35, Stamina: 30, Intelligence: 35,)]
"Bah! What a bullshit system, there are even prerequisites," Jason cursed dissatisfiedly, and quickly clicked on the system's main interface to check his attributes.
[Strength 33]
[Agility 32]
[Stamina 30]
[Intelligence 28]
… …
His four-dimensional attributes were still 10 attribute points short of the requirements for [Firearms Mastery Level 5].
The attribute points gained from raising the level each time were exactly 10.
And he was only 60 villainy points away from the second level.