Chapter 3: When you pee, you will subconsciously aim at the little black spot on the urinal
The reason why you can tell at a glance that you are a killer now, rather than a special police officer on a mission, is very simple. In this age of looking at faces, appearance says everything.
The four decoration workers all had fierce looks and sinister faces. They looked like they would give it another try, just shy of having the word 'bad guy' written on their faces.
In TV dramas, whatever the assholes who can't survive two minutes look like, that's what they look like.
This is not good news for Russell. He is now in a companion relationship with the four people. If they do not survive two minutes, Russell's current situation is also very dangerous.
"System, where is this? What is my specific identity? What is my mission?"
Russell thought silently in his mind, but the system seemed to be offline and did not make a sound.
The system didn't reply, so Russell had no choice but to act by ear. In fact, he was mentally prepared for this. At the beginning of the first two mission worlds, the system did not tell them where the mission world was.
The only difference is that the world of the first two missions is clear at a glance, and he can guess where he is without system prompts.
And now...
Russell looked at the middle-aged man with a red cross in the photo. He had clear facial features, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a broad forehead, and a broad back, a typical European and American face.
A black and white photo cannot provide many clues. Apart from the analysis that the target man has the temperament of a powerful man, nothing else can be found.
Russell looked into the scope. In the office on the lower floor of the building opposite, the target man "Big Back Head" was clearly visible. There was only one person in this office on the three floors above, so it was easy to spot him.
Da Beitou was very vigilant, maybe out of habit, or maybe he noticed something. He hid his body on the side of the office cabinet, making it very difficult to snipe.
Russell shook the gun tip slightly, and an Indian woman appeared in the scope. The red auspicious mole on her forehead was so conspicuous that Russell couldn't help but aim his sights there.
Just like the national emblem on the helmet of the Japanese army during the Anti-Japanese War, it was a perfect sniper bullseye. Anyone who saw it would subconsciously take aim. It is also like when male compatriots see a small stain in the middle of a piece of porcelain white and they can't help but snipe.
Let it simmer.
According to a census by the United Nations Bureau of Statistics, 250% of men have done this, even if some of them split their hair and used a shotgun!
Bang!
There was a gunshot, and the woman in the scope was shot to death immediately. The bullet penetrated her forehead, and her head exploded like a blown balloon... all over the screen.
"cool!"
"Well done!"
"Boss, you hit the target, you are so accurate."
Russell gasped gently and put down the sniper rifle in his hand. His stomach was churning. Listening to the cruel conversation between the four people, his face was even more chilled. He was even more convinced that his current identity was definitely not a good bird, because he was shot in the head.
The woman in question was not the target, and the reason why she was sniped was to expose the big-backed man hiding behind the office cabinet.
"The target appears, kill him!"
Just as planned, Da Baitou opened the door of the office and fled out of the corridor. At this moment, he seemed to be on a loose end, firing four guns one after another, but not a single bullet hit him.
Russell felt that this was normal. The sharpshooters in the movie who were perfect with every shot were all lies. Although the cost of cultivating an excellent sniper was not as high as that of a pilot, it was not far behind. And the four people around him were not that different in any way.
For an excellent sniper, if you want to snipe at a moving target, you might as well start shooting randomly and try your luck.
"Shit, he got away with it."
"That guy ran so fast. I saw a shadow and in a flash he was gone."
"Hey, Russell, why didn't you shoot?" Amidst the complaints, the leader of the team, Bearded, asked. He was the one who just blew the woman's head off.
The man with the beard is wearing a level 3 helmet in Chicken Fighting. It looks like a welder's helmet, but is actually a titanium alloy helmet used exclusively by special forces.
Russell didn't reply. He couldn't find a reason to shoot, and he didn't even know the identity of Da Baitou. Besides, even if he fired, it was impossible to hit him in the situation just now.
The bearded question provided Russell with useful information. In this world, he continued to use his real name. Regardless of whether he was replacing someone with the same name, at least he was not a gangster.
"Russell, I'm asking you, answer my question, why didn't you shoot?" Bearded asked again, this time with a very dissatisfied tone.
Russell remained motionless, maintaining his previous actions, looking at the scope and suddenly said: "Wait, he's back!!"
"who!?"
"Our target, he was running from the corridor very fast... really fast." Russell raised his head in shock and looked at the building opposite.
After finally escaping and ascending to heaven, he returned voluntarily. Do you want to die because you don't want to live long?
The bearded man turned around subconsciously when he heard the words. The other three were the same as him, and then they saw a scene they would never forget. The big guy ran all the way from the corridor, rushed straight into the office, and then smashed the tempered glass. Nitrogen gas seemed to be turned on behind his butt.
Just like that, it flew up in mid-air.
Russell was dumbfounded. The distance between the two buildings was at least 30 meters. He had no wings on his back and had no wings on his body. Trying to use his mortal body to accelerate over would be basically equivalent to committing suicide by jumping off the building, unless he had a Laiken supercar.
The next second, Russell was slapped in the face, and Newton, Galileo, Einstein and others were also slapped in the face, and their coffin boards were pried open again.
Newton lay back down with a calm expression and pulled the coffin boards up, saying that he was used to it and would not bother him with such a trivial matter next time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The big-backed man screamed like a slaughtering pig in the air, and slid across an impossible distance. Before the momentum stopped, he pulled out two pistols. One was a Beretta 92F, and the other was as long as the gun body.
An old-fashioned flintlock gun over 30 centimeters in length, the Beretta 92F fired twice in an instant, killing two god-seeking killers.
The projectiles fired by the flintlock gun were even more exaggerated. The bearded man was hiding behind the concrete pillar at a very safe angle, but he still died, being killed from the most impossible side angle. Russell was next to him, with his full beard
The ground's brain swore that the projectile turned a corner.
The level 3 helmet did not bring good luck to the beard. If it were the Beretta 92F 9MM bullet, he might still be able to survive, but the projectiles fired by that old-fashioned flintlock gun were so powerful that the helmet was shot directly.
Wear a pair.
Da Beitou fell down the second floor, and the pig-like screams stopped abruptly. He only fired three shots, and three of his heads exploded. He was still moving in mid-air at high speed, and his shooting skills were unparalleled.
Only the stunned Russell was left on the top floor, and the last killer who was also stunned. This man wore goggles, let's call him goggles.
"Bullets that can turn... this world..." Russell roughly guessed the world he was in. After coming back to his senses, he broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly squatted down with the sniper rifle, leaning against the cement fence on the top floor.
When Da Bei shot the gun, everyone was in a daze the whole time, so much so that they didn't even pull the trigger, not even Russell. In other words, he had a brush with death before and survived with a two-fifths chance.
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