9.58 Second 100m Black-Haired Legs

"Shit! Damn it, what the hell was that? The employer never said we were supposed to kill a Superman. What he paid us isn't even enough to buy coffins!" Goggles was in terrible mental shape, waving his Submachine Gun around as he cursed nonstop.

That was perfectly normal. Anyone would have a hard time accepting that their world hid Supermen who leaped between skyscrapers and fired bullets that could curve.

Goggles needed some time to rebuild his worldview, but Russell had no intention of giving him psychological counseling, especially when the other man's muzzle was constantly waving in his direction.

"Shut your filthy mouth and get into cover. He hasn't left, if you don't want to die."

Russell pushed aside Bearded Man's corpse and leaned into the corner formed by a concrete pillar and a railing. It was not a safe position against an enemy who could make bullets curve, but he had no other choice.

Hearing Russell's words, Goggles immediately shut his mouth and, in a spectacularly teammate-screwing move, ran toward Russell's hiding spot.

Bang!

Russell was just about to curse and tell him to get lost when his heart suddenly lurched. A gunshot rang out, and Goggles's corpse toppled stiffly beside him. This time, he had truly shut up.

Another headshot. Looking at the mangled head beside him, Russell's heart pounded wildly. Fear of death overwhelmed all his other senses. He felt neither nausea nor disgust, instinctively lowering his head and curling up.

Bang!

A bullet whistled over Russell's head. The faint breeze it stirred carried a trace of warmth, making his scalp tingle.

"System, equip 'Character Card: Temple Guard'! Hurry!" Russell practically roared the words in his mind. If his Sixth Sense had not been abnormally sharp, he would already have been shot in the head.

As he spoke, Russell tossed aside his sniper rifle and searched himself. Apart from a Flashbang at the back of his waist, he found nothing else—not even a pistol. Then he looked at the UMP45 Submachine Gun clutched in Goggles's hand barely a meter away and fell into profound speechlessness.

A UMP45 Submachine Gun fitted with a laser sight, within arm's reach. With it, he could become godlike—but he was afraid that if he reached out, he would never have a hand again.

Host, please note that 'Character Card: Temple Guard' cannot be equipped in this world. Please select another card!

Russell's face twisted with rage. He only had three Character Cards in total, and the Temple Guard, which looked like the strongest one, could not be used. Was he supposed to equip Bolt and test whether a human could outrun bullets?

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several gunshots rang out in succession. Russell instinctively curled up again. He was not hit, but all the guns on the ground were destroyed by Big Slick. His godlike marksmanship mowed down the triggers, not even sparing the sniper rifle Russell had thrown away.

His chances of survival had become even slimmer!

"Not bad. I rarely miss. Though you're a second-rate assassin, your instincts are excellent. It looks like you're their leader. Perhaps you know something about Cross. Tell me, and I'll consider sparing you!"

Perhaps because he had victory in hand, Big Slick was in no hurry to kill Russell and began trying to extract information. As he spoke, his peripheral vision caught a marking in the open area—a black X drawn in charcoal.

"What the fuck!"

The terror in Big Slick's eyes flashed away in an instant. He swiftly pulled back his raised foot and immediately realized this was an ultra-long-range assassination attempt aimed at him. The sniper had used an astronomical telescope, and the marking on the ground was for positioning.

When predators hunted prey, they too could end up on another predator's menu!

Big Slick knew very well that the only person capable of this, and who regarded him as prey, was Cross, the Brotherhood's strongest assassin.

"Tell me where Cross is, and I guarantee I'll let you go! I guarantee it!" Big Slick backed away another step, gritting his teeth as he spoke in a low voice.

Who the hell knew where Cross was... Wait, I actually seemed to know...

Russell remembered something: Cross the assassin had stayed near his son for years, silently watching over his son's growth from behind the scenes. That included everything from his son's birth to adulthood, from school to work, and all manner of everyday life.

However, Russell only knew there was a light rail nearby and did not know the exact location. Perhaps he could find it by consulting a Map, or more directly, by finding Cross's son.

But so what?

If he told him, would Big Slick really let him go?

Give him a break. That was completely unbelievable. Chang Wei said he did not know martial arts, yet the moment he walked through the door, he saw him beating Laifu!

"System, equip 'Character Card: Subway Police'!" Russell silently muttered in his heart, only hoping this potbellied middle-aged uncle really had come from Delta Force.

If so, he still had a sliver of hope!

Host has equipped 'Character Card: Subway Police'. Override Character Card appearance?

The system's cold mechanical voice sounded. Fortunately, it did not say the card could not be equipped this time, or Russell would truly have been out of options.

"What does overriding appearance mean?"

When the Host equips a designated Character Card, the Host's appearance and physique will also assimilate to that character's form until the card expires. This time, the system was not stingy and gave Russell an answer.

Russell thought of the middle-aged uncle's distinguished appearance. His receding hairline looked rather worrying once his hat came off, so he flatly refused. "Don't override my appearance. If I don't say otherwise, don't override it by default in the future."

Host authority insufficient. This operation cannot be performed!

Trash system, ruining my youth!

Russell took a deep breath, unwilling to waste any more words on the garbage system. "Equip 'Character Card: Subway Police.' Do not override my appearance."

Host has equipped 'Character Card: Subway Police'. Countdown: 300 seconds. Timing begins.

As soon as the system finished speaking, Russell sensed the changes in himself. He did not feel like he could punch a cow to death; his strength, physique, and Intelligence had not changed. But many images related to firearms and special operations had appeared in his mind.

At that moment, give him a gun, and he could make it dance.

"If I tell you, will you really let me go?"

As Russell spoke, he took out the Flashbang and gently pulled off the pin.

A smile curled Big Slick's lips. "Of course. There's no reason for me to lie to you. Besides, you can only choose to trust me, can't you?"

"All right, then I'll come out now. Don't point your gun at me. Your aim is too good."

Russell loosened his fingers, letting the safety lever fall against his leg. After silently counting to two, he suddenly flung the Flashbang out, keeping it close to the ground.

Clang, clang!

"Oh fuck!"

Big Slick did not get to see Russell emerge. Seeing the Flashbang roll across the ground, he cursed and immediately turned to sprint toward the corner for cover. Even as he ran, he did not forget to flick his gun and send two curved bullets at Russell.

Boom!

Russell's timing was precise, giving Big Slick little time to react. The blast came with a brief flash of intense light. The tremendous noise left Big Slick dizzy and deaf, while the light plunged him into temporary blindness.

Russell was no better off. The instant he threw the Flashbang, he dove to the ground. That action saved his life, keeping the curved bullets from killing him on the spot, but he was still caught in the shockwave of the Flashbang's explosion.

Both men fell to the ground and groaned in agony. After roughly two minutes, Russell was ultimately the first to rise. He had only been affected by the blast, so he recovered much faster than Big Slick.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Unable to stand, Big Slick braced himself against the ground with one hand and shuffled backward while firing continuously with the other.

Russell pressed himself tightly behind the concrete pillar. Bullets crackled against the wall beside him, spraying clusters of stone chips. Logically, Big Slick should have lost both his sight and hearing by now, yet he still relied on instinct to keep firing at Russell's location.

That was probably why he was a top-tier killer!

"Ah—"

After the sound of a bullet entering flesh, Russell's vigorous... cough, cough... Russell's shrill scream rang out.

"My leg... my leg! My 9.58 Second 100m Black-Haired Legs! It got shot!!!"