Chapter 30: There are only three steps to killing: raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

"Indeed."

Kerr Cowell nodded and took out the hand cannon he had had with him for the longest time from his pocket.

"What do you think of this gun?"

"This one?"

There was a flash of confusion in the director's eyes. He didn't quite understand what Kerr meant, but he instinctively flattered, "Not bad."

"Not bad, huh."

Kerr nodded, then, in front of the director, skillfully loaded the hand cannon and sidestepped to press the barrel against the director's forehead.

"Good enough."

The trigger was pulled.

"Bang!"

The whole process went smoothly without any pause.

As the gunshot exploded, the director's head also timely burst like a balloon filled with red pulp!

Dead!

Even before dying, the director never realized that Kerr would suddenly shoot.

One second they were chatting, the next second the gun was fired.

There was a gunshot, and a life fell.

At the same time, a prompt sounded in Kerr's ear.

'Ding, congratulations on successfully killing a Mechanical Race player.'

'Since the Human Race and the Mechanical Race are at war, one merit value is rewarded.'

'Opened the merit value rankings for Human Players and the merit value exclusive shop.'

As the hand cannon fired in Kerr's hand, the six security guards who had just stood up ten steps away instantly changed their expressions in shock.

Trouble!

They practically instinctively loaded their firearms, turned around fiercely, and prepared to shoot at the two people standing behind them - Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog.

However... it was already too late.

In this scenario, where whoever shoots first would most probably win, the hastily reacting security guards would never be a match for Scar Dog, who already had his shotgun aimed at them from behind.

While these men were fast, Scar Dog was even faster.

The shotgun in his hand roared almost simultaneously with the hand cannon in Kerr's hand.

Scar Dog's face grimaced as he strode towards the security guards, raised his shotgun, and pulled the trigger relentlessly.

"Bang, bang, bang!!!"

A series of heavy gunshot sounds exploded on these gun-wielding Mechanical Race security guards.

Kerr didn't waste any time, either.

The moment he knocked out the director, he dropped the hand cannon and held the rifle with both hands.

One hand on the trigger, the other supporting the gun body, he placed the buttstock on his shoulder, aimed at the guards, and rhythmically began to fire.

There's a well-known theory in the Go game.

It is that the first move wins.

Similarly, these several guards didn't even make any effective resistance before they all fell in a pool of blood.

The whole process only took a few seconds.

...

Both sides' thoughts were on completely different levels.

Kerr had decided to strike the moment he saw the enemies, knowing everything and seizing the initiative.

On the other hand, the guards were clueless about what had happened, only heard the gunshot, turned around in a panic to fight, but it was already too late.

While one side was determined to kill, the other side was desperate to survive.

Moreover, they lost their initiative, essentially already doomed to lose.

...

After witnessing the guards lying in pools of blood, Scar Dog licked his slightly dry lips and walked over to the corpses a few steps away. He fired a few shots at their heads to make sure they were dead beyond revival.

Only then did he walk towards Kerr.

He didn't dare to get too close when shooting at the corpses, fearing that he would be affected by any last-ditch effort from them, especially after seeing the "glorious bullet" on the walkie-talkie.

On Kerr's side, he had also finished shooting at the director lying in a pool of blood.

At the same time, the alarm was set off by the wristwatch on the director's body.

The sound was slightly shrill, without any real significance, just a toot.

"Mr. Jacob, it seems that Law Enforcers from City 18 should be coming soon."

Scar Dog shrugged his shoulders, spinning the shotgun in his hand a few times before speaking with a bit of dissatisfaction.

"Hmm."

Kerr Cowell nodded, without much surprise.

The Ruins Site was connected to the Law Enforcement Bureau's alarm system, which could be manually triggered or would be automatically triggered upon the death of the director.

In fact, he could have used some means to control the director and others, so as not to trigger the alarm automatically.

But that would be very troublesome, even life-threatening in the process. In the wilderness, nothing is more important than the safety of one's life.

Besides... He couldn't directly attack City 18, as he would surely lose.

Drawing out the remaining forces of City 18 first, eliminating some of them, would also be advantageous for him to better clean up this small city of the Mechanical Race.

"Alright."

Kerr Cowell looked at the hill-like pile of semi-scrapped items in front of him, the excitement in his eyes blazing as he couldn't help but smile: "Time to get to work."

"Next, let's prepare a big surprise for those Law Enforcers who are about to arrive."

This batch of semi-scrapped items would be enough to enhance his gun turret to a terrifying level.

And Scar Dog also rolled up his sleeves, grinning as he strode toward the small mound before him.

...

What's the most difficult murder case to solve?

It's not a locked room murder case, nor a high IQ murder case.

Rather, it's a random murder case.

With no motive, no animosity, and no connection between the individuals involved, the killer simply happens upon the victim in a desolate and uninhabited area.

They pass by, kill, and leave.

This case then becomes an unsolvable mystery.

The same principle applies to the wilderness.

The best way to kill someone is to point a gun barrel at their forehead without showing any hostility, and then pull the trigger.

The gunshot rings out, and the person is dead.

This is an experience they've had after surviving close calls multiple times in the wilderness.

Just as stuffing an elephant into a fridge can be done in three steps, so too can killing someone.

Raise the gun, take aim, pull the trigger.

Any extra steps beyond these not only make things more complicated, but also put oneself in danger, leading to accidents.

And in the wilderness...

Accidents often mean death.

...

At this moment, Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog were using the semi-scrapped items like assembly line workers, enhancing the gun turret one piece at a time.

The first aspect to enhance was the ammo capacity.

Right now, the turret's ammo capacity was only 5,000, which was enough for small-scale battles, but not enough for larger groups of people.

Previously, he had already enhanced the ammo capacity of the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Turret to +4, with a capacity of 5,000 rounds.

What he had to do next was to continue enhancing it.

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「Ding, consume seven One-Star Items.」

「Enhance the ammo capacity of the Two-Star Item Steel Sword Self-Controlled Rotating Turret to +5.」

「Ammo capacity enhanced from the original 5,000 rounds to 6,000 rounds.」

「...」

「Ding, consume twelve One-Star Items.」

「Enhance the ammo capacity of the Two-Star Item Steel Sword Self-Controlled Rotating Turret to +10.」

「Ammo capacity enhanced from the original 10,000 rounds to 11,000 rounds.」

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「Ding, the ammo capacity of the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Rotating Turret is now enhanced to +10!」

「Enhanced Set Skill triggered!」

「When all of the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Rotating Turret's Strengthenable Options have been enhanced to +10.」

「You will receive an Exclusive Strengthening Set Skill!」