Chapter 36: The Sniper’s Work
Asker felt a little uneasy.
As someone who knew the future, the advantages he possessed would eventually be erased by the changing world line as the butterfly effect took hold. He just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.
As a professional player, he wasn’t afraid of change or the unknown, but after suddenly learning about the current state of the world, he felt a sense of crisis about his team’s current progress.
The current storyline timeline was roughly at the beginning of Version 1. The average level of his team wasn’t even level 3, which was considered slow even in the game of his previous life.
Most mainstream guild players in his previous life, even if they weren’t fully geared, were basically all level 5 elites by this point.
Of course, elite teams had the support of a large number of guild players, and they didn’t have to worry about materials and formulas.
It was naturally incomparable to his current situation of fighting alone.
He was currently carrying the entire team by himself, so it was inevitable that progress would be slower.
Sigh, he could only find a way to speed things up.
In the mercenary group ahead, more than a dozen mercenaries were protecting their leader. According to the instructions in his earpiece, their leader was the one with a kill count of 20, his target for this trip.
Although he didn’t know why the Spartans hadn’t sniped him before, he was unlucky to encounter Asker this time.
Asker drew his sword and walked over casually.
He was greeted by a barrage of bullets.
“Careful! He wasn’t hit!” Someone in the mercenary group screamed.
Several gunmen fired consecutively, but were shocked to see the man in front of them charge in a large arc at high speed, dodging almost all their bullets.
He charged into the crowd like a lion into a herd of zebras.
His sword rose.
The closest mercenary was the first to fly out, a Lion’s Fang slashing across his chest and abdomen, turning into white light in mid-air.
Then three or four mercenaries were directly hit by his Half Moon Slash, severed limbs flying.
The leader in the center raised his giant axe – he was using a two-handed long-handled giant axe, which looked like the executioner’s axe used for beheadings.
Then the surrounding mercenaries began to compress their formation, seemingly blocking his room to maneuver and forcing him towards the axe-wielding leader.
A human wall?
Isn’t this a player tactic? Asker chuckled.
If they were in the outside world, these NPC mercenaries would never do this, because they were compressing the space for both sides. While Asker’s range of movement was reduced, so was theirs. It was equivalent to using their lives to restrict his mobility.
It was precisely because they were in this dream that even if they died, they would only be sent out. Therefore, the mercenaries could use such a shameless tactic as a human wall.
It could be seen that once people had immortality, they could let loose and act recklessly, whether they were players or NPCs, there was no difference in their thinking.
“That’s good too.” Asker suddenly stopped attacking and said, “Hey, big guy, you’re the only one I’m looking for.”
“Let’s settle this quickly.”
The surrounding mercenaries didn’t move, but quickly surrounded him, leaving only a narrow gap, just enough to connect him and the mercenary leader.
Oh? So the real purpose of this human wall was just to prevent me from dodging sideways, forcing me to take the mercenary leader’s axe blow head-on?
He had just understood when he saw the leader opposite him suddenly jump up during his charge, the heavy giant axe raised high above his head.
A Northern Jump Slash? No, the movement wasn’t standard, and the jump height wasn’t enough.
Probably just to look more imposing.
The surrounding mercenaries looked tense, because they had linked arms with each other, forming a wall of flesh and blood, surrounding Asker and the leader in the center.
If Asker swung his sword to attack now, they wouldn’t be able to counterattack at all.
However, the entire tactic was to stall the sniper. As long as Asker wasted his attacks on them, the tactic would have achieved its purpose.
At most, he would kill four or five people, and the leader’s giant axe would split him in half.
Even the number of people maintaining this tactic was calculated. Even if Asker attacked one spot and tried to break through, there would be more people on the outside to fill the gap.
As long as they held on until the leader’s axe hit, it would be fine! Die, sniper!
Under the mercenaries’ terrified and excited gazes, Asker calmly looked at the axe-wielding leader leaping in the air, his left hand discreetly reaching for his waist.
He drew his Desert Eagle.
Huh?! The mercenary leader, leaping in the air, his giant axe already raised high above his head, was about to slash down forcefully.
Then he saw Asker’s pistol aimed at him, the dark muzzle as if hiding a man-eating beast.
A thunderous gunshot rang out, and the leader’s head exploded in mid-air.
Then his entire body turned into white light and was teleported out of the dream.
The surrounding mercenaries were stunned, staring blankly at his pistol.
“You?! How can you use a gun?” Someone couldn’t help but scream. “Aren’t Spartans not allowed to use guns?”
“Spartans just disdain using guns.” Asker calmly put away his Desert Eagle.
“Besides, I’m not a Spartan.”
“You’re not a sniper!” Another mercenary shouted as if suddenly enlightened.
Asker was truly speechless. Brother, how did you come to that conclusion?
“Avenge the leader!” The mercenaries shouted chaotically, drawing their weapons and attacking him clumsily.
“Your courage is commendable.” Asker said calmly, swinging out another Moon Slash, perfectly hitting all the enemies around him.
Looking at the bodies of their fallen companions, these mercenaries immediately realized another problem.
Whether he was a sniper or not, this man in front of them was not someone they could match.
“Everyone, survive first, then avenge the leader!” Another mercenary shouted, and then they immediately scattered like a swarm of bees, fleeing in all directions as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Asker: ???
He leaned his sword on the ground, stunned for a long time, before bursting into laughter.
“A wonderful fight.” Applause rang out again from the hill. Asker turned his head and saw Rasul, the Ilanian Assassin Instructor, standing there, holding his old book.
“You haven’t left yet?” Asker asked.
“The Spartans want to find warrior seedlings that meet their requirements from this large-scale battle, and so does the Ilanian Assassin organization.” Rasul said with a smile. “What’s even better is that our selection criteria are not the same.”
Just say you want to take advantage of their event to recruit people.
Asker nodded and asked, “Did you find any?”
“I found five promising rookies.” Rasul said, “Two of them didn’t want to join, so I sent them out of the dream. The remaining three… although they have potential, that’s all.”
“Having potential is good enough.” Asker said with the tone of a veteran. “It’s not easy to recruit people these days.”
“The members of your group are quite promising.” Rasul said with a smile. “How did you find them?”
“I’m just lucky.” Asker didn’t want to say more and listened to his earpiece for a while. “I have to go, there’s another target.”
He headed towards his next destination, noticing from the corner of his eye that Rasul was also following him.
In the game of his previous life, he had played an Assassin character and had interacted with Rasul, the leader NPC of the Ilanian Assassin faction, for a long time. It could be said that their relationship was quite good.
This guy had a complex personality, both gentle and elegant, and cold and vengeful. He was a completely unrestrained and free-spirited person.
To use an analogy, if he bumped into someone on the street, he would first apologize politely. If the other party wouldn’t let it go and cursed his whole family, Rasul would smile and kill the other party, then investigate their address and eliminate their entire family.
Also, this guy had a unique sexual preference: he liked older, foul-mouthed, strong, and burly women.
Asker couldn’t comment on this. Anyway, whenever Rasul was mentioned on the forum back then, players would only reply with clown emojis.
Although this guy was a bit of a pervert, as long as you didn’t deliberately offend him, he wouldn’t do anything to you.
Arriving at his destination, Asker looked around with his hand on his sword and saw a petite figure rushing towards him.
Mia?
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