Chase Into Sinful City!

"Get him!", one of the instigators yelled.

Nimin made a face, "They're fearless!"

His handguns unleashed a flurry of bullets as he fired them with incredible accuracy. Constantly moving back he created more distance. Although he spoke confidently he wasn't actually. Fighting in this chaos, with a group of higher leveled players? It was a death wish. Without more practice with the Gunner, and more Skills at his fingertips, he would be hard pressed to deal with the group with his limited skillset.

The only thing that could even the odds were grenades, but those had a unique cooldown. Grenades could be used in threes, allowing you to throw them with very little cost. However once all three were used, a very large cooldown would take place until they returned. Additionally the grenades wouldn't go on cooldown until all three were used.

It didn't help that at his current level Nimin only had access to the basic grenade anyway. {Fragmentation Grenade}, the grenade that was average! The most used grenade for any Gunner due to its various uses. One of such uses was its knockback and damage.

Critical Shot's hand glitched into a grenade and he tossed it forward. Aiming a handgun towards it he fired. Rapidly the instigator team rolled back to avoid the grenade, but noticed there wasn't an explosion. Nimin smiled ruefully, "I missed. . ."

Bang-!

Firing again he exploded the grenade, hitting some of the instigators. Tossing another grenade towards the Gunner Critical Shot then began to pull out the cylinder. Panicked by the other grenade the instigators were focused on avoiding its explosion radius. By the time it exploded naturally, Nimin had placed the bike down.

Critical Shot: I won't be entertaining you guys.

Hopping onto the bike the engine roared as the back wheel began to spin. Speeding off Nimin heard gunshots head his way, swerving about he managed to dodge the bullets. Looking behind he noticed the instigators pulling out their own mounts to follow.

"They're willing to follow??", Nimin complained.

There was so much potential gear in the chaos behind you! My stuff isn't worth it!!

When in combat mounts would have slower speed compared to usual. This was meant to promote vehicle chases, but was currently just annoying to Nimin. Although his other stats of the bike were prominent, the most appealing thing about it was the speed!

If he was going to lose the instigators, then he would need a dense area. A place to abuse the high turn speed of the bike. The best place would be. . . the level 60 area! Sinful City! Wheels screeched as Critical Shot turned violently to the side. Riding onto the highway his vehicle slowly gained speed. Rapidly the other vehicles followed, ranged attacks zipping towards Critical Shot.

"So tenacious!", Nimin commented while typing various inputs.

Critical Shot controlled the bike with a single hand while opening the free one. A grenade was printed into his palm and he let it slip through his fingers. This was his third grenade, and he wouldn't be able to use them again for some time!

The grenade bounced across the asphalt. A 4x4 jeep controlled by one of the instigators had passed over it the moment it exploded.

Boom-!

The grenade knocked the 4x4 onto the side and sent it crashing over the edge of the highway. Mounts had various HP, larger ones usually had more HP. Thus the 4x4 wasn't destroyed by the grenade, but thanks to the knockback Nimin had knocked it off the highway. However he wasn't done just yet!

Another visual glitch appeared and Critical Shot grabbed a handgun. Turning around he fired it at the various mounts. The damage wasn't too much, but it made the instigators focus on swerving instead of firing at Critical Shot. Reloading while driving a mount was incredibly slow and there was no way to increase the speed. However this slow reload still was bearable and allowed Nimin to constantly pester his pursuers.

In the distance the tall skyscrapers of Sinful City came into view. The highway was beginning to lower and Nimin continued to dodge attacks. As the engines roared Nimin heard one of the instigators voice behind him.

"He's heading towards Sinful City! Gather the boys and have them meet us there!"

Nimin sighed heavily, "More. Of course there's more."

Critical Shot: I can hear you, nice plan.

To track someone down in Sinful City was a bold claim. The thin alleyways were like a maze, anyone who knew its layout would easily lose their pursuers. Now Nimin didn't have the confidence to claim that he knew the layout. It had been too long since he visited Sinful City. Regardless keeping track of a player who was randomly making turns was going to be difficult. This was his intention.

Sending another flurry of bullets behind him he continued to drive as fast as it let him. As he swerved through the attacks a message appeared in front of him. Skimming over it Nimin decided to respond swiftly. Just as he sent a message he swerved to the side, a bullet barely missing him. Another message appeared, and Nimin rose an eyebrow, "Oh how kind!"

Seems Strange Smile was a kind soul. Willing to help out despite not knowing the trouble. Rapidly sending coordinates with a swiftness learned from years as a Pro he then approached Sinful City. Neon lighting scattered across the streets and gave the whole area a vibrant color. A place filled with rampant hostile mobs, a place designed for grinding at level 60.

Undoubtedly the area would be packed full of hostile mobs due to the average level not being 60 just yet. With no player traffic, the place was prime for grinding. A troublesome thing, but more so for Nimin's pursuers.

Following the street into the city Nimin's bike hummed as he took several turns down the alleyways. Attacks from the hostile mobs swung towards him, but he swerved past these basic attacks. The constant turning had thinned the crowd following, only two players had kept track of him!

Swerving into an alleyway Nimin's face then fell. This was a dead end! A lone brick wall stood in his way, without explosive to blow it apart it would stop his path! Eyeing the rest of the alleyway Nimin began plotting his next idea. Looking upwards he noticed an old neon sign above the brick wall. It was quite tall, advertising some sort of cafe. Or maybe it was a bar?

Not bothering to read the sign Nimin then acted. Pointing the handgun upwards he fired several times. Each shot made him focus more, "C'mon. . . . !"

Bullet after bullet whizzed by, until one struck the area he wanted. The support holding the sign burst apart and began to fall down. A deafening creak filled his ears as the remaining support failed to hold the sign. Nimin fired another few bullets, managing to hit the final support. The sign dropped and crashed onto the wall, splitting in half. One of the halves remained leaning against the brick wall making a crude ramp!

Critical Shot revved the street bike and performed a wheelie. Using the broken sign he raced up the brick wall! One of the pursuers shouted dumbfoundedly, "You can do that?!"

The other pursuer wasn't as awestruck however. It was none other than the Gunner that had been impeding him the entire time! Even now they aimed an assault rifle, after stopping their mount, and fired a flurry of bullets towards Critical Shot. Having just accelerated past the ramp, Critical Shot was now in the air. Unable to swerve Nimin was forced to receive a few bullets!

Landing harshly Critical Shot fell of the bike. Crashing into the alleyway Nimin quickly commanded Critical Shot to recover. The bike returned to its cylinder form and Nimin sprinted down the alleyway. Undoubtedly his pursuers would use the ramp he had created so there was no time to take a breath!

Turning the corner he came into contact with a group of players. One of them shouted, "It's as you said, he's here!"

"Seriously?!", Nimin grit his teeth and controlled Critical Shot to roll backwards, barely dodging an advancing attack.

The visual glitch appeared as Critical Shot grasped an assault rifle. Using {Hipfire}, Critical Shot delivered a furious flurry of bullets while retreating backwards. Managing to reach a turn just as the Skill ended, Nimin sprinted down the corner. To his despair another group of players were coming down the street.

"Goddamn! You'd think I've offended some rich tycoon!", Nimin could only curse as he rolled forward dodging a few bullets headed his way.

Just keep running! There was far too many players! Without enough space to resummon his mount, there was no chance of escaping! Critical Shot ran across the street as the players continued down. Glancing back he roughly counted 20 or so individual players headed his way. Seeing this he almost cried, "How big is your friend group?! Why are they so willing to hunt me down?!?!"

A handgun glitched into Critical Shot's hand and he fired towards the crowd wildly. No need to concentrate on aiming, the mass of 20 players was hard to miss anyway. Not that his current damage was enough to take them down with just a few bullets. These players had significantly more HP than a mannequin after all.

Rolling into an alleyway further down the street he continued to run. Eyeing his stamina he let out a sigh, "I can't outpace them."

Think! If he was going to die by the hands of these players then he wouldn't go down without a fight! His grenades were almost refreshed, if he could hold out until then. . . !

Turning the corner he spotted a player cut down one of the many mobs. He almost felt his heart drop when he noticed something particular about this player.

Dead Silent: LVL 65

Level 65?! That shouldn't be possible!