That really hurt! A high-speed spinning bullet bored through flesh and finally lodged in bone. Qi Jun absolutely never wanted to experience that pain again.
So, after that, Qi Jun grew even slicker with his footwork as he collected corpses-oh, no, collected money.
Qi Jun: You little walking piles of cash, if you don't send votes and flowers, watch out, or I'll collect every last one of you!
Chapter 9: The killers who suddenly appeared
"Do TV shows and movies just make this stuff up?"
"Or are gangsters always this afraid of dying when they fight?"
With less than ten minutes left before the Stealth Sunglasses' fantastical effect wore off, Qi Jun could only look on helplessly as both gangs continued hiding behind cover and firing wildly.
Thinking back to the TV shows and movies he had watched, which gangster villain hadn't charged in recklessly, handing the protagonist experience and growth? Why were these gangsters so afraid of dying when it came to Qi Jun? Why wasn't even one of them brave enough to stand up?
Damn it, if you didn't have the guts, how the hell had you even gotten into this shootout?
With skills this pathetic, how had you gotten your hands on these guns?
Oh~~ right, he had nearly forgotten. This was a country awash with guns.
Qi Jun was utterly speechless. Pushing the sunglasses, which would stop working in just a few minutes, up the bridge of his nose, he began thinking about how to spice things up for the two warring gangs and bring this battle to a quicker end.
After all, Qi Jun could use the [Mutated Stone] to keep supplying energy to the Stealth Sunglasses and maintain their fantastical effect.
But Qi Jun couldn't bear to waste the energy he had worked so hard to collect.
Wouldn't wasting energy on a bunch of equally pathetic gangsters fighting each other be a little too extravagant?
Pfft~~
Pfft~~
Pfft~~~
"Huh?"
Just then, Qi Jun heard a series of faint sounds coming from the building above and behind him.
As those sounds rang out, Qi Jun noticed that the pathetic gangsters on both sides, who had been evenly matched in the chaotic firefight just moments earlier, began dying in large numbers.
The sight filled Qi Jun's eyes with horror.
It wasn't the newcomers' marksmanship that horrified him, but the fact that someone had gotten behind him without making a sound!
Stiffly turning his head to look up at the low building behind him, Qi Jun saw two figures, one large and one small.
Both held rifles fitted with suppressors, pulling their triggers with one movement of a finger after another, picking off the gangsters with precision.
Qi Jun narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. Were those HK416s they were holding? Or were they M4A1s? He couldn't see clearly, and he was only a casual military enthusiast anyway, so he couldn't tell. Whatever they were, they were good guns.
"Run!"
"A demon's here!"
"The boss is dead! Run!"
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