Facing the pincer attack of two thugs at close range, Quest betrayed no panic whatsoever. With a sudden motion, he drove his foot into the groin of the nearest man, whose crow-like head immediately staggered back several steps, bending over and gasping in pain. Simultaneously, Quest's gun-wielding right hand swept an arc through the air, the muzzle spitting two blossoms of fire without the slightest pause.

A gang member charging in from the doorway and another pimp were both struck and dropped dead, the shots centered precisely on their hearts!

The first time was accidental, the second was coincidence, but the third was inevitable!

Such marksmanship!

Quest's expression was utterly detached, as if killing two men was as easy as crushing two ants. Rapid footsteps echoed down the outer hallway—reinforcements for the gang were clearly rushing in. Yet Quest remained calm, unhurriedly beginning to reload the police-issue tri-barrel revolver in his hand. Only when the footsteps approached did he slowly raise his hands to aim.

Strangely, he aimed at the completely empty wall opposite him!

"Pop-pop-pop-pop!"

Quest fired four rounds expressionlessly. Dust and smoke erupted; all four shots left shallow indentations in the wall. But from the hallway outside came dull thuds and screams of agony. Katrina, standing nearby, was utterly stunned. She realized that this short man was using angles of reflection; the seemingly absurd shots into the wall sent bullets ricocheting into the corridor, successfully laying several of the approaching gang members low, dead or wounded!

"Hmph." A sinister smile touched Quest’s lips as he turned to Katrina, his voice chillingly low. "I’ll give you ten seconds. If you don't hand over the ammunition, I guarantee your brains and blood will paint the wall behind you!"

Katrina’s face had turned ashen. She knew that handing over the ammo now meant brutal punishment from the gang, but the threat delivered by Quest, carrying the momentum of five consecutive kills, was immediate and terrifying! Being a woman who knew when to yield, she quickly trembled as she retrieved forty .38 smoothbore slugs for the shotgun, along with twenty rounds of powerful .500 Magnum pistol ammunition.

Having obtained these devastating rounds and weapons, Quest didn't seem eager to load them immediately. In his eyes, the sidearm he held was sufficient to deal with these gang members. He tossed the two firearms and the ammo pouch into the travel bag he carried and slung it over his shoulder. As he reached the doorway, he suddenly remembered something.

Money.

It was 1984. Even in economically developed Los Angeles, checks remained the preferred method for large payments, and credit cards were nowhere near as ubiquitous as they are now. Furthermore, the American Mafia had not yet evolved to the point of installing card machines at their illicit gun dens. Thus, Quest was certain that Fang Senyan, who had dared to provoke him with large sums of cash, was undoubtedly carrying a substantial amount of physical currency.

No one ever thought they had too much money.

So, Quest walked toward Fang Senyan’s “corpse.” He moved lightly and without precaution toward Fang Senyan’s bulging coat pockets, confident in his marksmanship—no one could survive three hits to the exact same spot on the heart, even with body armor!

As Quest stooped down and reached for Fang Senyan’s trench coat, a fist rapidly expanded before his eyes, then slammed heavily into his face!

This punch was not only immensely powerful but also utterly unexpected. Quest’s only thought in his sudden confusion was to immediately disengage and create distance! But how could Fang Senyan allow such an opportunity? A low, beast-like roar erupted from his throat as his thick, muscular arms closed around Quest, locking him tight. Then, a headbutt violently connected with Quest’s bridge of the nose!

The human forehead is one of the hardest parts of the body. This impact, combined with Fang Senyan’s +12 Strength bonus, caused Quest excruciating pain. In that instant, he heard the sound of his nasal bones shattering and embedding into his facial structure. He let out a piercing, monstrous shriek; mucus, tears, and copious amounts of blood poured out uncontrollably, his vision blurring painfully. Fang Senyan pressed his advantage, swiftly moving behind Quest, slamming him down onto the floor. His right hand seized Quest's arm, twisting it back, while his left hand snatched up a nearby stool, aimed squarely at the back of the enemy's head!

If this blow had landed true, the unlucky Quest would have suffered at least a severe concussion and unconsciousness; if fortune had been truly unkind, it would have meant instant death. However, at that moment, Quest let out a wild cry, spun around, and violently elbowed toward Fang Senyan’s face, accompanied by a crisp "crack!" Considering Quest’s right arm was tightly pinned behind him by Fang Senyan, such a large movement could only result in one thing: his right arm being violently broken at the joint!

Fang Senyan hadn't expected Quest to be so maniacal, letting out a muffled grunt as he was struck, making his vision momentarily flash with gold stars. Quest capitalized on the moment, lunging forward to break free of Fang Senyan’s grip. As he tumbled through the air, he managed to roll and turn; even while off-balance, his left hand drew the police tri-barrel, aiming coldly and fiercely as he came down!

Fang Senyan’s natural agility wasn't high; it certainly wasn't enough to successfully dodge bullets. But that didn't mean he did nothing. The instant Quest broke free, that piercing, needle-like sensation between his eyebrows struck him again. This must be the benefit of high Perception. Fang Senyan immediately slipped to the right and ruthlessly yanked the stunned Katrina forward, using her as a shield without hesitation!

A single "crack" of a gunshot! Katrina’s scream was choked off in her throat. Her expression instantly went blank; a bloody hole appeared squarely on her forehead, while the back of her skull was blasted open into a bowl-sized cavity. Brain matter and blood splattered all over Fang Senyan. That warm, brutal sensation was unforgettable. Even after experiencing many dangers, Fang Senyan had never witnessed such a horrific scene, causing him to momentarily lose focus. But Quest had seized the opportunity, tumbling like a monkey out the door.

Quest leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Although this world had reduced the perception of pain by a full seventy percent, the agony in his right arm and nose caused his whole body to tremble and seize uncontrollably. That feeling of being a hunted dog descended upon him once more.

"Damn it... that idiot dared to ambush me. I'll kill him, I'll kill him!"

Quest muttered through gritted teeth, using the time to load round after round into his gun. The muzzle was still smoking lightly. Two minutes had passed, and the accursed contractor had shown no sign of rushing out. Behind Quest, five or six more gang members lay sprawled in the hallway, their blood silently flowing across the tiles. These reinforcements had all died at Quest’s hand almost instantly upon engagement!

Suddenly, the door flew open! A figure rushed out, but Quest remained unmoved. As one of the most renowned gunmen from Afghanistan in the real world, he could instantly tell it was just a corpse being thrown out. Since entering the Nightmare World, he possessed a natural Level 4 Basic Ranged Combat skill and the terrifying passive talent of "Deflection." Therefore, Quest was extremely confident in achieving victory in this fight!

The moment the body hit the ground, Fang Senyan surged forward like an enraged tiger, shielding only his face with his right hand—since fancy moves were ineffective, a frontal assault it was!

Quest sneered. In his estimation, Fang Senyan was merely wearing an incredibly tough, one-piece bulletproof suit. But having mastered Level 4 Basic Ranged Combat inherently, his shooting precision (the accuracy of a shooter standing still) already exceeded 90%, hitting virtually whatever he aimed at, every shot perfect.

Flames erupted from the muzzle. Quest fired six shots in rapid succession: two bullets targeted Fang Senyan’s ankles, while the other four struck the walls/floor, ricocheting off at bizarre angles toward Fang Senyan’s throat, groin, and temples.

Just as Quest predicted, Fang Senyan did not evade, nor could he possibly evade! Quest clearly heard the soft puk-puk-puk sounds—the noise of bullets tearing through cloth and sinking into flesh, the most melodious sound Quest had ever heard.

"Pah! Killing this bastard with one shot would be too easy!" Quest thought viciously. In the real world, those who offended Quest often had their Achilles tendons and hamstrings severed, then were dumped in the great desert to bake alive; the most resilient one had wailed for three full days before taking his last breath, shrinking from over two hundred pounds to barely twenty!

But Quest's eyes immediately bulged. The fierce man before him had not collapsed as expected; instead, his charging speed increased. Through the rents in his torn clothing, it was clear: several bloodied and deformed bullets were being forcibly squeezed out by the powerful contraction of his solid muscles, falling helplessly to the ground!

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