Chapter 4: Shoot out

Back at the penthouse balcony.

Anatoly felt a chill in his heart as he looked at his subordinates who were screaming while covering their ears.

If Vladimir hadn't pulled him and prevented him from sticking out his head just now, he would have been knocked out from one of Daniel's booby traps.

Anatoly patted his chest and asked with a sense of fear, "Brother, this son of a bitch's marksmanship is too accurate, what should we do now?"

Vladimir frowned and glanced around, he found out the rope fastened to the balcony railing.

He thought for a moment, and a trace of viciousness and revenge appeared on his face.

"Break the rope! Falling from a height of thirty to forty meters, Daniel would not be able to stand for the rest of his life. We can also catch him alive and hand him over to Kingpin hence completing the land deal.

"good idea!"

Anatoly took out a .45 caliber Colt M1911 and fired two shots at the drop rope.

After the gunshots passed, the sturdy lowering rope broke two large holes, but it did not break completely.

"This rope is too strong." Anatoly looked surprised.

"This is a military drop rope, which uses the strongest composite materials, and is usually assembled on helicopters," Vladimir explained.

"Fuck! This son of a bitch is really well prepared, huh!" Anatoly sneered and stepped forward to fill the gun.

...

Bang! Bang!

Daniel heard gunshots coming from the top of the building.

He knew that they were trying to destroy the rope and that was the last thing he wanted to happen.

'I have to hurry up!'

Daniel was furious and increased the speed of his rappelling down.

Bang! Bang!

There were two more gunshots, and—*snap!* the rappelling rope snapped!

Daniel lost his focus and quickly started falling towards the ground.

At this time, he was still about fifteen meters away from the ground.

At this height, if he falls to the ground on his back, and even if he didn't die, he would have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

At the critical moment, Daniel's survival instinct came into play as he remembered the cruel special training he had gone through over the years.

Without a focus point in the air, he relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen and twisted his body to restore his balance.

His posture was adjusted mid-air and his feet faced the ground.

Finally, he reached the ground with a bang.

A puff of dust rose on the spot.

Daniel rolled on the ground several times trying to vent and distribute the falling force.

This magical operation made the onlookers dumbfounded. They stood around in a daze, looking at the hooded Daniel, who was squatting on the ground and covering his ankles with a painful expression on his face.

Falling from a height of fifteen meters is not an easy task.

Even though he was already prepared for the impact, his feet were still numb and the moment he landed a sharp pain engulfed his legs making his feet almost unconscious.

Daniel gritted his teeth, tried his best to stand up, and staggered to the five-story shopping mall situated opposite his building.

Many people could be seen there and the terrain was also complicated, making it the best spot to get rid of the pursuit.

...

"Falling from such a high place and managing to get back on his feet, this guy is really lucky, but his luck has come to an end."

Vladimir looked at the staggering Daniel with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Anatoly also smiled, raised his automatic rifle and aimed it at Daniel's back "Yeah, it's ridiculous that the number one general under Kingpin is running around like a wounded dog now."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before Daniel could have taken a few steps, three gunshots rang from behind.

"Ugh!" The huge force from the bulletproof vest knocked him to the ground in one fell swoop.

"Oh My God!"

When the group of daring onlookers saw that Daniel was shot, they immediately ran away screaming like frightened birds in the jungle.

'Haa... haa..'The moment Daniel fell to the ground, he quickly got up again.

He knew in his heart that as long as he paused on the ground for more than a second.

The gang of mafia members armed with automatic rifles, together with body armor, will beat him into a sieve.

Daniel dodged left and right, tried to run towards many pedestrians, and used those passersby as his shield.

Although this method is detrimental to others, the effect is surprisingly good.

More than a dozen 7.62mm bullets hit his bulletproof vest. Not only he but several innocent passers-by were also hit by the bullets and immediately fell to the ground crying.

And Daniel, the target of those bullets, was only hit by a stray bullet in his left arm. After all his vest can't protect his whole body.

Daniel endured the severe pain, pressed the wound hard, and ran desperately towards the mall.

[Ding! Host killed an innocent passerby indirectly, gets 100 villain points, current progress: 640/1000]

[Ding! Indirectly wounded six innocent passers-by, gets 300 villain points, current progress: 940/1000]

At the cost of sacrificing seven innocent passers-by and his own arm, Daniel finally broke into the mall.

He broke into the ice cream shop at the entrance of the mall, laid his body on the counter, and then rolled over forcefully onto the counter.

Before he could breathe for a moment, Daniel immediately let go of the gun on his right hand and checked the injury on his left arm.

Through the bleeding wound, the tail of the dark yellow bullet can be faintly seen.

The bullet got stuck in the muscle.

'It seems that what hit me was a ricochet, otherwise my arm would have been pierced.'

Daniel, who has more than ten years of shooting experience, immediately judged the situation.

Daniel gasped heavily and carefully dug the fingers of his right hand into the wound with a clenched jaw.

He had dealt with these kinda situations a lot in his initial gangster days.

He remembered those dog days— 'Fuu~ After you touch the hard bullet, pinch it with your fingertips, hold your breath, and take out the bullet with force.'

"Ugh! Hurts like a bitch though"

The blood stained his clothes and trousers, Daniel's lips were white and his face was sweating.

The severe pain of the bone erosion spread all over his body, and he tried his best to endure it with gritted teeth.

Ting tetering~

The bullet was finally out, he threw it to the ground.

"Huff.. huff.." Daniel covered the bleeding wound by tearing the cloth on his arm with his teeth and made a simple bandage on the wound.

Just after the dressing was done, there were footsteps outside the door.

The crowd of shit-eating onlookers was soon gone, that meant only one thing...

The emerging footsteps belonged to the Russians.

These fuckers can't even let him catch his breath.

Daniel raised his arm weakly and opened the system's mall interface.

He has fallen into a dead end, and there is no other way to survive except relying on the system.

[Shopping mall: proficient in cold weapons, proficient in fighting, proficient in firearms, proficient in driving ground-related vehicles, proficient in driving air-related, proficient in special operations, proficient in driving water-related.....]

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Daniel quickly browsed the mall interface, thinking quickly about the skills that could be helpful to get him out of the predicament.

After a few seconds, Daniel clicked on Gun Mastery.

In the current situation, apart from guns, he really couldn't find a second option.

[Firearms Proficiency Level 1 (already obtained)]

[Firearms Proficiency Level 2 (already obtained)]

[Firearms Proficiency Level 3 (already obtained)]

[Firearm Proficiency Level 4 (already obtained)]

[Firearms Proficiency Level 5 (not obtained)]

Without wasting a second, he clicked Firearms Proficiency Level 5.

[(Required: 50 SP; Strength: 30, Agility: 35, Stamina: 30, Intelligence: 35,)]

(A/N: He has 53 SP from the $530,000 exchange earlier.)

"Bah! Are you fucking kidding me, system? There are still prerequisites." Daniel scolded in dissatisfaction, and quickly opened the main interface of the system to check his attributes.

[Strength: 33]

[Agility: 32]

[Stamina: 30]

[Intelligence: 28]

[Current Attribute Points: 0]

He needed 3 attribute points for Agility and 7 for Intelligence in order to learn the skill.

…

[Host's four-dimensional attributes are still 10 attribute points away from the requirement of skill (Firearms Proficiency Level 5)]

[Every time the Host increases his level, he'll get exactly 10 attribute points.]

[Current Villain Points: 940/1000]

Hmm, I'm only 60 villain points away from the second level.

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Fin.