Chapter 83 Global Shock! [1st Update]
The force was very light, almost negligible.
But as a sharpshooter who travels all over the world, his senses are extremely sensitive.
He can detect even the slightest rustling of wind.
The sharpshooter's back tensed instantly, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his heart raced.
But in the end, he still turned his head away.
A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and sparse stars are scattered about.
The cold, dim light illuminated the girl's face, adding to her icy appearance.
She was even wearing slippers, and her long hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.
Her phoenix eyes were hazy and misty.
It looked like he had just woken up.
But the sharpshooter's heart skipped a beat, because he saw what the girl was holding in her right hand.
Desert Eagle.
A hunting rifle.
He usually doesn't use it; he just keeps it in his backpack.
When he realized that his backpack was no longer at his feet, the sharpshooter finally understood that the girl in front of him was no ordinary person.
He was horrified: "You..."
"Bang!"
Ying Zijing pulled the trigger without even a slight backward movement of her wrist.
The Desert Eagle is not widely circulated because of its strong recoil.
It's very possible that one shot could shatter the bones in the entire arm.
Even if the person wielding the gun is a 70-kilogram man.
Having dealt with a sharpshooter, Ying Zijing remained indifferent and unmoved.
She wiped the Desert Eagle clean and put it away.
He then put the AS50 rifle used by the sharpshooter into his backpack and picked it up.
Ying Zijin's ears twitched as she heard footsteps.
She didn't turn around.
She braced herself on the steps, slid down, and her long black hair fluttered in the air.
With the release of the immense internal energy belonging to an ancient martial artist, he leaped directly from the eighteenth floor.
By the time the others came up, there was no one left on the rooftop.
The bartender was unusually stunned, completely dumbfounded: "Who...who did this?"
After receiving the message, Fu Yunshen also fell silent.
His information was encrypted through multiple layers; otherwise, even IBI wouldn't have been unable to find him.
This time, they were luring the snake out of its hole by deliberately leaking the information.
Of course, it wasn't given to every hunter.
Fu Yunshen just didn't expect that this seventh-ranked gun master would choose to make his move today.
They really have no sense of timing.
But what they didn't expect was that their target was already dead before they could even make a move.
It was only a few seconds late.
"It's not your lover, is it?" The bartender immediately denied it after asking, "No, if you had a lover, I would know."
After a pause, he asked again, "Is that someone who has a crush on you?"
Fu Yunshen then looked up, raising his peach blossom eyes: "There are plenty of people who have a crush on me, which one are you talking about?"
Bartender: "..."
That's enough, you narcissist.
Although there is reason for narcissism.
The bartender couldn't understand: "You have so many enemies, who would help you? It's good enough if they don't kill you."
Fu Yunshen didn't answer, but said calmly, "This is a warning."
The bartender's expression hardened.
Warn other hunters not to act rashly.
Otherwise, this will be the consequence.
But who exactly is it?
Besides them, who would know that there was a sharpshooter hiding here?
Even if we knew, who has that ability?
Why would you help them?
The top marksmen on the Gun God Ranking are all long-range attackers. They have excellent hearing, making it extremely difficult to approach them without making a sound.
Unless one has practiced ancient martial arts and possesses internal energy that can conceal one's aura.
Fu Yunshen didn't say anything more: "Pack up."
"Oh," the bartender called out to the man's retreating figure, "Where are you going?"
"Giving gifts to children."
"..."
The bartender's expression remained blank.
He had certainly seen the child, and even observed him, but he hadn't noticed anything particularly unusual.
Aside from being good-looking, he's just an ordinary person. I really don't know what it is about him that makes this young master so indulgent.
The bartender put on gloves and began cleaning.
**
Shanghai remained calm and peaceful; the night was still long, and nothing would change because of this little incident.
However, the NOK forum completely exploded.
Less than three minutes after the seventh-ranked gunner on the leaderboard died, someone received the news.
Of course, the hidden sections were targeted, not the homepage.
The homepage is still full of charlatans discussing feng shui, and today they're talking about what to do if you come home to find a black cat at night.
Having a NOK account isn't enough to access the hidden section; you need 5,000 growth points to enter.
Growth points can be increased by accepting bounties.
A Level A bounty has 10,000 growth points.
Therefore, the users active in the hidden sections are the real big shots.
The reason why a certain hacker sent the NOK login program to Ying Zijing so confidently was because he knew that even if she wandered around aimlessly, she wouldn't be able to find the confidential parts.
The hidden section usually only contains bounties of all levels.
But tonight, new posts are popping up like crazy.
[What happened? What happened? The guy ranked seventh on the Gun God list is dead?!]
[That can't be right. Aside from those on missions, the only other sharpshooters ahead of him are the top three. Who are they?]
The top ten on each hunter ranking list haven't changed in ages; this is about to be a game-changer.
[Damn, I just went to wash my pants and this shocking news came out. Can't a person get a good night's sleep?]
[The only ones capable of killing someone in the top ten of the Gun God Ranking should be a hypnotist or a puppeteer, right? But how could they possibly make a move?]
Hunters on the list generally don't fight each other unless it involves their own interests.
Or perhaps NOK has issued bounties directly by the administrators, requiring hunters to compete for them.
I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it.
The screen was filled with "I don't believe it".
A new post appeared a minute later.
(End of this chapter)
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