"Is it just TV and movies that overexaggerate?"
"Or are Gang members really this afraid of Death when they fight?"
With less than ten minutes left before the 'Stealth Sunglasses' mystical special attribute was about to disappear, Michael was full of helplessness, watching the two opposing Gangs still hiding behind cover and firing wildly at each other.
Thinking back to all the TV shows and movies he had watched, which Gang villain wasn't mindlessly charging forward, directly providing experience for the protagonist to grow? So why, when it came to Michael, were these Gang members so afraid of Death? Why wasn't there even one person who dared to stand up?
Damn it, if you don't have the guts, how did this shootout even start?
With your pathetic performance, how did you even get these guns?
Oh~~ well, I almost forgot, this is a country where guns are rampant.
Michael was speechless. He pushed up the sunglasses, which only had a few minutes left before they expired, and began to think about how to add some 'flavor' to the warring Gang members to speed up the end of the battle.
After all, although Michael could use the [mutated gem] to continue replenishing energy for the 'Stealth Sunglasses' to maintain their mystical special attribute.
But Michael was reluctant to waste the energy he had managed to collect with such difficulty.
If he wasted energy for a bunch of weak Gang members pecking at each other, wouldn't that be a bit too extravagant?
...Pfft~~
Pfft~~
Pfft~~~
"Huh?"
Just then, Michael heard a faint but continuous sound coming from the floor above, behind him.
As these sounds rang out, Michael noticed that the two sides of weak Gang members, who had been fighting inextricably in the previous melee, began to die in large numbers.
This scene made Michael's eyes widen in horror.
It wasn't the marksmanship of the newcomers that horrified him, but the fact that they had arrived silently behind him!
Mechanically turning his head to look at the not-so-tall building behind him, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in Michael's line of sight.
Both held a rifle equipped with a suppressor, their fingers moving to pull the trigger, precisely eliminating one Gang member after another.
Michael squinted, distinguishing carefully. What they were holding seemed to be an HK414A1? He couldn't see clearly, and Michael was only a pseudo-military enthusiast, so he couldn't recognize it at all. Anyway, they were all good guns.
"Run!"
"The devil has appeared!"
"The boss is dead! Run!"
"Go back and report to the boss's boss, someone is double-crossing us!"
After a series of precise single shots from the two, the two groups of pecking weaklings, who had previously been fighting back and forth, immediately saw their numbers sharply decrease. In a short while, less than ten people remained.
But clearly, this was not the end.
The two sides of weaklings scattered and fled experiencedly, but this did not cause the two people upstairs to panic. Instead, they aimed their guns more steadily and began short, continuous bursts.
Tutututu~~~
Tutututu~~~
Tutututu~~~
After a series of muffled, short, rapid sounds, the fleeing Gang members, without exception, were all wiped out!
Michael's eyes widened instantly. After all that, the two groups of people before were really just weaklings!
As soon as the two experts appeared, everyone immediately went back to the spring to bathe.
Enmmm, if hell has a spring~~~~
...Bang~~
Bang~~
While Michael's mind was still wandering, two thudding sounds of falling objects rang out behind Michael, immediately making him tense up his entire body.
The subsequent footsteps let Michael know that the two guys from upstairs had jumped down.
Holy crap!
These two found him?
Are they here to kill him?
What should he do?
What should he do?
Should he kill them?
Is he really unavoidable from having to do it himself?
Damn it, just the day before yesterday, he was a good socialist youth who was just drifting along.
Speaking of which, if he had to kill someone, would slitting their throat be better, or a headshot?
Huh? He only had a toy gun, how could he get a headshot? Does that mean he still couldn't avoid slitting their throat?
If he slit their throat, what kind of posture should he use? How much force should he apply?
He had only killed chickens, never people!!!
What should he do? What should he do?
Should he suddenly jump up and scare them?
Or should I just rush over and choke them?
With my strength, can I take them on?
Damn it, I just discovered another bug with the mutated gem's passive protection! What if they cover my mouth and nose and suffocate me?
By the way, if I'm suffocated, will the mutated gem still revive me?
Thump~~
Thump~~~
In that instant, Michael thought of many things: the countless enjoyable massages, the young ladies in the shelter who were too poor to afford clothes, and all the wonderful life he hadn't yet experienced.
Thump~~~
Thump~~~~
Michael thought again... huh?
Why are the footsteps moving away?
Michael lifted his head and saw two figures, one tall and one petite, walking past him as he lay on the ground.
The two approached the Gang members they had killed and began... looting the bodies?
Damn it!
With such powerful abilities, two sharpshooters who killed Gang members as easily as slaughtering chickens, actually resorted to looting bodies?
It was like your goddess suddenly defecating right in front of you, and loudly at that.
The image of the two Big Boss immediately shattered in Michael's mind~
Crack~~
It broke!