In the Dark of Night, She Was Like a Ghostly Deity

A cold, murderous aura drifted across the open space in front of the corridor.

The moment Bai Fu shielded An Ya behind her, she cast the Spiritual Vision skill on the assassin opposite her.

The skill check succeeded, and the opponent's basic data was quickly fed back to her.

[Name]: Elite Assassin (Elite)

[Template]: Normal

[Main Class]: Wilderness Hunter Level 3 [Sub-class Wanderer Level 10 (Max Level)]

[Sub-class]: None

[Health]: 260/260

[Attributes]: Strength 15, Agility 21, Constitution 13, Intelligence 5, Spirit 9, Inspiration 8

[Skills]: Moving Shot Level 3, Dual Pistol Hunting Level 2, Precision Burst Level 1, Hound Step Level 2, Intermediate Shooting Mastery

[Talent]: Scavenger

[Favorability]: Contempt (-13)

[Danger Level]: Green

After reading the data, the corners of Bai Fu's mouth twitched.

Because he's an elite monster, they just call him Elite Assassin? This naming sense is truly casual.

However, casual name aside, this Elite Assassin's attributes ranked third among all the opponents she had encountered so far, second only to Yulia and the mutated Number Nine.

Once his Agility, which reached as high as 21, erupted at full power, he could definitely leave behind a trail of afterimages just like that super-fast BOSS from Cadillacs and Dinosaurs.

Fast speed was one thing, but this Elite Assassin also possessed three firearm-related skills and one movement skill; he was practically born to be an assassin.

If his assassination target this time had been Xia Shi, even with Xia Shi's Strong Luck buff—which could be called a protagonist halo—the situation would likely have been dire.

It's a pity he ran into me!

Bai Fu thought to herself.

The Spiritual Vision skill rated the Elite Assassin's danger level as green, meaning the Elite Assassin's strength was inferior to hers. This assessment could be considered very accurate.

She pulled up her own attribute panel.

[Health]: 770/770

[Psionic Energy]: 115/115

[Stats]: Strength 11, Agility 7, Constitution 37, Intelligence 5, Spirit 14, Inspiration 23

Bai Fu believed that if the Elite Assassin opposite her also possessed a skill similar to Spiritual Vision, he would certainly not be smiling right now.

[You are right, but this is Bai Fu, the elite among elite monsters with 770 HP and 37 points in Constitution. She has Zealotry, has Hardening, and can even steal buffs using Chain Reaction. She has soft crowd control and hard crowd control, all for just 20 points of psychic energy. When using Psychic Boiling, her basic attacks deal additional damage with no cooldown, and she even enjoys a critical hit bonus. Once Combat Etiquette locks you down, it's just ahhhhhhh!!!]

If she didn't still have to protect An Ya, Bai Fu would have already rushed up to arm-wrestle the Elite Assassin, showing him exactly what a peak-state performance looked like!

"To kill me, it seems you've dispatched quite a few people. Don't you need to call all your companions over?"

Bai Fu looked at the assassin with a calm expression, attempting to fish for information on exactly how many people were involved.

The Elite Assassin sneered: "How many people were dispatched doesn't matter. You only need to know that I alone am enough to kill you. I am not like those trash mutants with brains full of muscle mass-produced by The Truth Society."

He was very excited right now.

This assassination was a multi-person operation, but only the one who killed Bai Fu would receive the largest share of the bounty.

A few minutes ago, because he couldn't find Bai Fu anywhere, he thought he might be coming up empty-handed tonight. He never expected that, upon turning around, he would suddenly catch an opportunity to solo Bai Fu. He could only say that today was his Lucky day.

The Goddess of Victory was smiling, and so was he.

The Elite Assassin drew a pistol.

Having failed to extract the intelligence she wanted, Bai Fu was slightly annoyed, but she didn't dwell on it. She also drew a pistol from her thigh holster.

Seeing this action, the Elite Assassin smiled even more happily.

"Do you want to compete with me in marksmanship? You might not know that I have a nickname called Sharpshooter. Before you can even pull the trigger and hit me, I have ten ways to send you on your way!"

Bai Fu shook her head: "My gun isn't loaded."

"Hm?"

The Elite Assassin froze for a moment. He didn't immediately understand what Bai Fu meant by that.

If it wasn't loaded, why draw the gun? Was she trying to scare him, or was she lying to make him lower his guard?

"It seems you have absolutely no idea what kind of opponent you are facing." The Elite Assassin quickly raised his gun. "Hahaha, can you keep up with my speed!"

But just as he prepared to pull the trigger, something bizarre happened. He suddenly discovered that his finger could not move no matter what he did.

It's over, I've been immobilized!

The Elite Assassin's expression changed drastically.

To his surprise, Bai Fu did not point her gun at him; instead, she pointed it at her own abdomen.

What was even more unexpected was that after Bai Fu finished this movement, his right hand uncontrollably began to mimic Bai Fu's right hand.

In that instant, the Elite Assassin seemed to understand something.

Stop, hurry and stop!

He tried to restrain his right hand, but no matter how hard he struggled, no matter how much he screamed in his heart, it was all in vain. He could only watch helplessly as his right hand aimed the gun at his own stomach.

Bai Fu opened her mouth and, with a smile, spat out the word, "Bang."

The next second, the Elite Assassin followed Bai Fu's lead and pulled the trigger heavily.

One shot, two shots, three shots... seven shots per second!

Watch closely, this is the hand speed of someone who has been single for 20 years!

The bullets that veered slightly upward mercilessly tore through the Elite Assassin's abdomen, shredding his intestines, while the bullets that veered slightly downward dealt true critical damage.

Blood traced a cruel arc through the air.

Two long seconds passed, and the Combat Etiquette came to an end. The Elite Assassin's body finally broke free from control, but by then, the excruciating pain spreading from the gunshot wounds left him unable to command his own body.

Spasms caused him to collapse with a thud, his left forehead slamming hard against the concrete floor, splattering even more blood.

The Elite Assassin had no time to focus on that pain. He couldn't even let out a single word. It was only thanks to his 9 points of mental power that he could maintain a final shred of consciousness, watching with his own eyes as Bai Fu walked toward him step by step.

Bang!

Bai Fu drew another gun from her thigh holster and cleanly shot the Elite Assassin in the head.

[You have killed the Elite Assassin. Contribution: 100%. After adjustment based on level difference, you have gained 4800 Experience.]

The game notification rang out.

A smile appeared on Bai Fu's face.

Taking down a troublesome opponent known for his speed in two seconds—this was the power of Combat Etiquette!

She was satisfied with more than just that; there was also the Experience reward provided by the Elite Assassin. 4800 Experience for one Elite Assassin meant 24,000 for five. Counting the remaining Experience she already had, she would be able to level up again.

Bai Fu bent down to pick up the walkie-talkie that had fallen to the ground. She pressed the call button.

"Hello, hello."

"You..."

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was stunned upon hearing the distinct female voice.

"Who are you? Is this Bai Fu, or someone else?"

Bai Fu said, "The gunshots just now were very loud. Everyone living nearby must have heard them. It won't be long before the people from the Fourth Division arrive to investigate. You don't have much time left to kill me."

"Bai Fu! Don't think that just because you killed Scavenger with a sneak attack, you can act arrogant in front of me!"

Even a fool would know that the person speaking on the other end was Bai Fu. The assassin was so enraged he roared out loud.

"You're downstairs right now, aren't you? Don't be in such a rush. I'll be right there to send you on your way!"

"I'm not in a rush. I'll be waiting for you downstairs. If you're in such a hurry to reincarnate, you'd better pick up the pace." Bai Fu sounded completely at ease.

"You just wait!"

Bai Fu's attitude infuriated the assassin on the other end of the walkie-talkie so much that he slammed it onto the ground and crushed it into pieces with his foot.

"The sound came from upstairs."

Bai Fu pricked up her ears. She heard a door open and two sets of hurried footsteps, which meant there were at least two more assassins.

Two people, or even three—it didn't matter. After confirming that Combat Etiquette was truly effective, she wasn't worried in the slightest.

She brought An Ya to a corner made of poured concrete. It looked like a dead end, but it was the only place where she could easily protect An Ya.

"Boss, those assassins look really tough. Shouldn't we try to run?"

Bai Fu patted An Ya's head. "Just watch your boss put on a show."

She hadn't wanted to clash with The Truth Society, but since they were determined to kill her, her attitude toward them was simply: "Since you've come, you might as well 'settle' in."

Back when she was a Player, she had killed the Greek gods many times over. Once she steeled her heart, how could she possibly fear a Truth Society that lacked divine power?

A minute later, the two assassins who had rushed down from upstairs finally found Bai Fu.

"I thought you would have run away after talking so much trash. It seems you have a bit of guts after all. But this place you've chosen... tsk, tsk. Is this the grave you've picked for yourself?"

The tall assassin who had smashed the walkie-talkie grinned hideously and aimed his gun at Bai Fu's leg.

He wasn't in a hurry to kill her immediately. After being talked down to like that, how could he call it revenge without properly torturing her first?

Bai Fu said calmly, "I wonder if you've ever heard the saying: never lower your guard behind you, even if the person standing there is a trusted companion."

"Hm?"

The tall assassin realized something was wrong and quickly dodged to the left, but it was already too late.

Bai Fu switched to a new Combat Etiquette and pulled the trigger. In an instant, gunshots rang out from both in front of him and behind him. The bullet Bai Fu fired grazed his left arm, leaving a searing trail of pain, while the bullet from behind struck him right against his shoulder blade. He felt as if his back had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his body pitched forward uncontrollably.

"Ah!"

A scream tore through the night.

As he hit the ground, the tall assassin was completely stunned.

The only person behind him just now was the other short assassin who had been operating with him, so the bullet from behind must have been fired by that short assassin.

Realizing this, the tall assassin was both anxious and furious.

"You animal, who gave you the guts to betray The Truth Society and defect to Bai Fu?"

He was injured now; if he were caught in a pincer attack, there would be absolutely no chance of survival.

The short assassin was also panicking. He had no idea what had just happened and could only shout repeatedly, "I didn't mean to! My hand just moved on its own!"

What the hell, if you kill me, are you going to say it wasn't you who killed me, but the bullet?

The tall assassin turned his head, wanting to put two bullets into the short assassin.

At this critical moment, Bai Fu stepped out.

Speechless, if the two of them started a shootout, wouldn't the Experience she gained from taking them both down later be reduced?

To nip this infighting between the two assassins in the bud, Bai Fu quickly shot the tall assassin. Stimulated by the intense pain, the tall assassin's gun slipped right out of his hand.

The short assassin looked at Bai Fu in astonishment.

Bai Fu's expression remained indifferent.

Don't thank me, because you're next!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bai Fu fired several shots in succession at the fallen tall assassin.

Large damage numbers floated up alongside a spray of blood. A few seconds later, the tall assassin's body went completely still.

Bai Fu strode toward the opposite side.

The short assassin's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he kept retreating.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here..."

After shouting this several times, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly pulled out his walkie-talkie to scream.

"Backup! Send backup quickly! If you don't send backup, we're all going to die here!"

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was silent for a moment.

Although it was sudden, they still grasped the situation: the mission to assassinate Bai Fu had failed, and those assassins were about to be wiped out!

"Bai Fu!"

A hoarse voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"I know you're in a rush, but don't be so impatient. Let me finish dealing with this guy first."

Bai Fu stopped beside the tall assassin, then kicked him heavily in the chin.

"Agh—"

The tall assassin, who had appeared dead just a moment ago, was sent flying into the wall by Bai Fu's kick, letting out a piercing scream as he soared through the air.

"Playing dead in front of me? That's a bit laughable!"

Bai Fu retracted her foot.

A kill always triggered a game notification; if there wasn't one, it meant they weren't dead.

"Ahhh!"

The short assassin was so terrified by this scene that he fired three shots in rapid succession.

Three bullets tore through the air and struck Bai Fu, but the scene he imagined—bullets piercing flesh and blood splattering everywhere—did not occur.

Under the dim light, the short assassin saw Bai Fu open her clenched right hand.

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

The three bullets slid from her palm and hit the floor with a harsh, metallic sound.

"Die, just die already!"

The short assassin's mind was nearing a breakdown. He began firing wildly, hoping that such actions might stop Bai Fu for even a second, but by the time he emptied his magazine, Bai Fu hadn't suffered a single injury. Instead, she had walked right up to him.

"It seems your gun isn't very effective."

Bai Fu reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the short assassin's pistol.

"Ah, ahhh, monster, it's a monster!"

The short assassin screamed frantically.

The shouting also made the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie anxious. "Stop yelling! What the hell is happening? Damn it, I told you to stop yelling!"

No matter how much he shouted, the short assassin kept screaming incessantly, until a few gunshots rang out, and everything fell into a deathly silence.

Huff, huff...

The breathing of the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie became rapid.

"Bai Fu, do you know what you've provoked?"

"The Truth Society? You're all trying to kill me, so am I supposed to just let you? If you're not satisfied, come here yourself. Once you arrive, you'll know exactly what happened here."

"Bai Fu, you will regret this!" the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie roared.

Bai Fu remained calm. "Threatening me? Watch your tone. I'm the winner here now!"

Click!

The conversation was forcibly cut off.

Bai Fu smiled. She wasn't just talking nonsense; she had intentionally provoked that person to lure them out.

She tossed the walkie-talkie beside a corpse on the floor and quickly returned to Xia Shi's room with An Ya. She pulled out the Grenade Launcher she had hidden under the floorboards—a prize she had scavenged from the Wildfire Gang's warehouse. This thing should be enough to send that person straight to heaven.

If one shot wasn't enough, she'd use two!

Bai Fu went to the fourth-floor window and waited in silence.

PS: Thanks to book friend 20221229121340362 and Qing Ci for the generous tips.