"System, track the mission target."
[Mission target 'Yinsen' location marked]
A golden dot instantly appeared on the mini-map. The guy had already run pretty far.
"This nerd's got some legs on him."
Daniel raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
That scrawny, glasses-wearing NPC actually had this much stamina?
Was Yinsen secretly some retired war god?
[Warning! Target vital signs dropping fast—death imminent!]
[Mission fails if target dies!]
"…Never mind, I take it back."
Under Tony's stunned stare, the diamond pickaxe in Daniel's hand vanished. In its place appeared a sleek Beretta 93R, cold metal glinting.
"You—"
"Wait for my good news."
Before Tony could finish, Daniel was already gone, sprinting after the golden dot.
The moment he burst out of the cave and rounded the corner, he crashed straight into a squad of heavily armed terrorists.
They froze for half a second when they saw him—then frantically raised their rifles.
"Hands up!"
"Drop it!"
"On your knees!"
"Don't move!"
A chaotic mix of languages, some he didn't even recognize.
Thanks to checking "Let's all speak Chinese" at character creation, the system auto-translated everything in real time. Whatever he said would also come out in whatever language they understood best.
"So… do you want me to move or not move?" Daniel asked, deadpan.
The terrorists blinked at each other, clearly thrown off. Unable to agree, they went with the simplest solution.
Rat-tat-tat-tat—!
Muzzles flashed. Bullets tore toward him like angry hornets.
Daniel didn't even flinch.
"Eye of Death."
Time slammed on the brakes.
The world crawled. Dust hung motionless in the air. Every bullet became a lazy firefly drifting forward.
Only Daniel moved at normal speed.
His eyes swept across the group. Bright red crosshairs snapped onto each terrorist's forehead.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four shots—almost one—gunshot.
Four bodies dropped at the same instant, perfect holes blooming red between their eyes.
[Skill: Eye of Death]
[Effect: Slows perceived time to near-zero. Freely mark enemies; instant multi-shot with tracking, weak-point highlight, infinite ammo, and brief X-ray vision.]
[Flavor text: I have a plan. An absolutely ridiculous plan.]
"Tch. Trash mobs don't even drop XP."
He stepped over the corpses and kept moving.
The gunfire had drawn attention. Boots pounded from every direction.
Bang!
A terrorist peeking around the corner took a round through the eye socket, painting the wall behind him.
His buddies screamed and unloaded full-auto in Daniel's direction.
Daniel rolled behind a boulder, checked the mini-map—red dots swarming like angry ants.
"Good thing this isn't a real FPS. I'd be perma-banned by now."
Bang!
Another headshot through cover. Another corpse slumped.
"No—Johnny! I'll avenge—"
Bang!
Forehead ventilated. Speech cancelled.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every shot, another body.
No matter how they ducked, bobbed, or hid behind crates, the bullet always found the exact center of their skull.
Some started whispering in panic.
"Shaytan! He is shaytan!"
The last few broke and ran.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
They didn't get far.
Daniel stepped out, surveyed the carpet of bodies, and felt absolutely nothing.
A player's heart is colder than winter steel.
"Don't move! Or I kill him!"
A shaky voice from the side.
Daniel turned. A bearded terrorist had Yinsen in a chokehold, pistol jammed against the scientist's temple. The fat man was hiding almost entirely behind the much thinner hostage—comically bad human shield technique.
"D-don't worry about me…" Yinsen rasped, blood on his lips.
Daniel stayed silent.
If it weren't for the mission, he'd probably shoot Yinsen first just to remove the leverage.
Seeing Daniel hesitate, the bearded man grinned with rotten teeth.
"Drop the gun or he dies!"
"Fine."
Daniel casually tossed the 93R to the ground.
The terrorist's grin widened. He swung the pistol toward Daniel.
"Idiot! Say goodby—"
Bang!
The beard's face froze mid-laugh. He toppled like a sack of rice.
Daniel lowered the second 93R that had magically appeared in his hand.
He glanced at the fresh corpse and shrugged.
"You said to drop the gun in my hand. You didn't say anything about the one in my inventory."