Fatal Shot

Chapter 352: Watermelon Skin’s Determination

“As a sniper being able to inflict lethal damage in every shot, he would definitely be able to slay a Scout with the same level of equipment!” Watermelon Skin said with confidence.

One should know that Watermelon Skin’s shooting was not lousy either; he had not been using any skills when shooting these past two days, relying only on his own ability to aim and attack. As a result, his accuracy had indeed greatly improved!

“But what purpose would there be to pull Big Brother Feng out to shut this Scout’s mouth up?

“One, Big Brother Feng and I had just fought monsters together for half a day without any relationship building. Who knows if he has already even forgotten who I am since we had only exchanged electronic name cards out of courtesy.

“Two, using others’ ability and battle achievements as capital for my own retaliation — could this really earn me a sense of satisfaction?

“No, I don’t want to bother Big Brother Feng to make him shut up! I must persist... I want to reach that standard too one day, where every shot is fatal. I’ll slap this guy’s face with my own ability!” Watermelon Skin had a youthful face as a spark of determination flashed across his eyes!

“Watermelon, don’t speak with that brat anymore. Come over. Azure will recover your health!”

Just then, My World, who was holding onto a similarly average Level 48 Fine Alloy Shield, shouted as he stood beside the female Doctor.

“Mm, be right there!” Watermelon Skin responded as he took up his sniper rifle and turned to leave.

“Yo, we’re only halfway through. Why’re you not speaking anymore? Didn’t you say there was a Sniper whose output can slay me...” Behind him, that Scout player with luxurious equipment had a smug smile on his face as he persisted in agitating Watermelon Skin.

But Watermelon Skin did not reply — he only secretly tightened his grip on the sniper rifle held in his hand.

...

“Sister Lan, are we going to die here? I’m scared!”

While the players were temporarily resting and recharging, hiding in the VIP zone in a corner behind the platform was a pale-faced Jing Xiang, the NPC shop assistant. She spoke to Lan in fear. “No, don’t be scared. Boss’s friends said that they would definitely protect us as we leave Silvermoon City!”

Lan’s face was similarly a little pale, but as an older sister, she nonetheless reassured Jing Xiang, who had already been very seriously traumatized by the situation.

“But they said that their mission was only to protect Master John!” She sounded like she was on the brink of sobbing as she spoke.

Across the two, Old John, who reeked of alcohol, was actually still not very afraid. He merely sat beside the table silently, occasionally raising the high-grade golden alcohol bottle in his hand to his mouth.

“Relax, you won’t die... If I don’t die, you won’t die either!”

Seeing that the two had looked over at him, an intoxicated John, whose white hair was messed up into a lump, twitched his face, forcefully pulling the side of his mouth up into a smile. He then rigorously raised his bottle and took a gulp. After that, it was unclear if he was speaking words of drunkenness or if he actually knew what he was saying.

“But living probably would be no better than dying...”

The two NPC sales assistants clearly could not be as accepting as he was; seeing Old John drunkenly spouting nonsense, the worry on their faces did not lighten one bit.

“If only Boss was here. He would definitely be able to settle all of this!”

At that moment, Jing Xiang could only pray for their last hope.

“Sister Lan, would Boss really come and save us?”

“He will! Boss definitely will!”

Lan hesitated slightly before her eyes became certain. “But why has there been no response from Boss? I continuously contacted his Communicator but it doesn’t go through.”

“Those Adventurers say that communication in Silvermoon City has already been cut off from the outside world. The whole city has suffered from a serious signal disruption, so unless Boss is within a few hundred meter-radius of us, we can’t contact him... But no need to be scared. Boss will definitely be able to find us...” Lan nodded confidently at Jing Xiang, but deep in her eyes, there was hidden worry.

“The entire Silvermoon City is so huge; the location where we were before is already so far away. Would Boss really be able to find us? And would Boss really have a way to save us...”

“You have a message request!” Just then, a notification sounded from Lan’s Communicator.

“Ah, Boss!”

The moment she saw the name on the Communicator, Lan’s eyes lit up with joy and she hurriedly chose to pick up.

“B...Boss, is that you?”

The semi-transparent virtual communication screen projection appeared, but seeing the person’s image on it, Lan hesitated for a moment.

“It’s me!”

On the screen, Feng Luo froze slightly. He took off the Thunder helmet, revealing his face.

“Where are you all? How’s the situation?” Feng Luo’s voice was a little shaky, but luckily the image was only flashing, not cut off.

While Silvermoon City was cut off from long-distance communication with the outside world, Communicators were still able to be connected within a certain range.

This was something Feng Luo had especially noticed from before when he had switched to the forum, and so he was confident in estimating their rough breakout route based on the map of Silvermoon City. If not, even if his mental estimation ability was stronger, it would not be possible to find a group of uncontactable people in a city with combat everywhere.

But of course, organizations like Hound would be able to think of a way.

After Feng Luo had entered the plot region, the system had notified him before that if one forcibly pulled offline, the body would be maintained in the game and would need six hours to be able to log in again. Just this point alone had eliminated some people’s intention to quickly exchange information offline.

“We’re now...at Romanti Flower Hotel’s...” Lan looked around for a bit, unable to find a specific landmark.

“Romanti Flower Hotel’s No. 10 air platform!”

Across the two, the intoxicated Old John make a noise.

“Old John, you’re okay, too? That’s great!” Hearing Old John’s voice, Feng Luo heaved a sigh of relief, smiling slightly.

“Eh, Big Brother Feng!?”

Just then, Watermelon Skin, who was recovering his status outside the VIP zone, happened to catch sight of Feng Luo and let out an exclamation of shock.

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