"System, track the mission target."
[Mission target 'Yinsen' location marked]
The golden light representing Yinsen instantly lit up on the mini-map, showing he had run quite a distance.
"This four-eyes has some tricks up his sleeve."
Du Mu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
That seemingly weak and frail NPC actually had this kind of capability?
Could it be that this Yinsen is a hidden war god?
[Warning! Mission target's vital signs are rapidly declining, close to death!]
[If the mission target dies, the mission will be considered a failure!]
"Alright, I take it back."
Under Tony's astonished gaze, the diamond pickaxe in Du Mu's hand vanished into thin air, replaced by a 93R pistol shimmering with a cold, hard metallic luster.
"You're—"
"Wait for my good news."
Before Tony could finish, Du Mu dropped the line and his figure chased after the direction of the light dot.
As soon as he rushed out of the cave and rounded the first corner, Du Mu ran head-on into several heavily armed terrorists.
Seeing Du Mu appear so abruptly, the terrorists were visibly stunned, then they frantically raised their weapons, their dark, gaping muzzles all locking onto Du Mu!
"Hands up!"
"Drop the weapon!"
"Squat down!"
"Don't move!"
The terrorists' languages were varied, even mixed with some obscure minor languages.
However, Du Mu could completely understand what they were saying.
This was thanks to the game's initial settings where he had checked 'Let us speak Chinese,' and the system would automatically translate all languages into Chinese. Similarly, what he said would be converted by the system into a language the other party could understand.
"So, do you want me to move, or not move?" Du Mu asked helplessly.
The terrorists seemed confused by his question, exchanging bewildered glances with each other, unable to reach a consensus for a moment.
So, they decided to eliminate the person who created the problem!
Da da da da—!
The terrorists grinned maliciously and pulled the triggers. Bullets poured towards Du Mu like a rainstorm!
On the verge of being shot full of holes, Du Mu's expression remained calm.
"Eye of Death!"
In that instant, the world seemed to have been put on a slow-motion button.
The flow of time suddenly became thick and slow, and everything around was almost static.
Even the bullet trajectories, which were normally impossible to track with the naked eye, were now clearly visible, advancing slowly in the air like snails.
In this near-stagnant time and space, only Du Mu's movements remained fluid.
His gaze swept over the terrorists one by one, and a dazzling red crosshair instantly appeared on the heads of the locked targets.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The next moment, four gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.
The terrorists didn't even have time to scream. Blood blossomed instantly on their foreheads, and they collapsed, maintaining their posture of raising their guns.
[Skill: Eye of Death]
[Effect: After activating the skill, time flow slows down. Can freely mark enemies and quickly shoot all marked targets, simultaneously attaching multiple abilities such as bullet tracking, weak spot display, infinite magazine, and brief X-ray vision.]
[Evaluation: I have a plan, a ridiculous plan!]
"Tch, trash mobs, they don't even drop experience points."
Du Mu dismissed them with a look of disdain and continued moving towards the light dot's location.
The commotion here had clearly alarmed the terrorists. Scrambled footsteps rapidly closed in on him.
Bang!
A terrorist who had just peeked half his body around the corner was instantly headshotted by Du Mu, splattering brains everywhere.
The terrorists behind were terrified out of their wits. They immediately raised their guns and unleashed a frantic barrage of fire at Du Mu!
Du Mu reacted quickly, performing a tactical roll behind a rock wall for cover. He glanced at the mini-map; the red dots representing the enemies were flashing brightly, exposing the terrorists' positions.
"Good thing I'm not playing an FPS game, or I'd definitely get banned."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the terrorist hiding in the corner instantly had a hole blown in his head, falling onto his nearby comrade.
"No, Johnny, I will avenge you—"
Bang!
Before the comrade could finish his sentence, his forehead gained a bullet hole similar to a certain president's.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
The gunshots were continuous.
Every gunshot was accompanied by a terrorist falling down.
The terrorists were horrified to discover that no matter how they moved or where they hid, Du Mu always seemed to find their position and accurately shoot through their heads.
An absurd illusion arose in their minds: they felt as if they had been surrounded by this one person.
"Devil! He is a devil!"
The remaining terrorists couldn't handle the pressure and turned tail to run.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several bodies fell in response.
Du Mu walked out from behind the cover, looking at the miserable corpses all over the ground, his heart completely unmoved.
As a player, his heart was colder than that of a fishmonger who had been killing fish for decades.
"Don't move! Or I'll kill him!"
A voice suddenly came from the side.
Du Mu followed the sound and saw Yinsen being held hostage by a bearded man, who was pressing a handgun firmly against his temple.
Perhaps fearing Du Mu's marksmanship, the bearded man was using Yinsen as a human shield, completely hiding behind him. The sight of his obese body concealed behind a slender man was comical in a way.
"D-Don't mind me..." Yinsen's voice was weak.
Du Mu didn't speak.
If it weren't for the mission requirement, he might have considered killing Yinsen first so the other party would have no hostage.
Seeing that Du Mu seemed to care about Yinsen's life, the bearded man's heart rejoiced, and he threatened sternly, "If you don't want him to die, throw away the weapon in your hand!"
"Fine."
Du Mu was unexpectedly cooperative, tossing the 93R in his hand onto the ground.
Seeing this, the bearded man showed a cruel smile and unhesitatingly turned the muzzle toward Du Mu.
"Hahaha, you're such an idiot! Go to—"
Bang!
The bearded man's smile froze on his face, and he fell straight down.
Du Mu, holding another 93R that had appeared in his hand at some unknown point, said innocently to the corpse, "You only said to throw away the one in my hand, you didn't say I couldn't use the one in the inventory."