Life Game In Other World
Chapter 119: When Can You Gain Freedom? (Please Favorite, Follow and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: When Can You Gain Freedom? (Please Favorite, Follow and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Most sports cars on sale by the Federation are equipped with power systems that greatly exceed the needs of everyday use. In the standard mode, these excess powers are restricted by the safety system, limiting the top speed to within the range allowed by law.

The so-called track mode is essentially removing the power restrictions on the vehicle. In this mode, the engine response is quicker, and the car accelerates faster, and it also removes the top speed limit, allowing the vehicle to fully exploit the engine’s advantages.

If you’re on an official racetrack, you can turn on the automatic driving system to assist with the driving, allowing even beginners with less technical skill to enjoy the thrill of racing.

But now, on the streets, the automatic driving system must be shut off because it would identify the driving mode according to the surroundings; such a complex environment would directly impose a speed limit to ensure safety.

"Uncle, I can’t do this."

Vianne sharply turned the steering wheel, and the black sports car, like a cheetah, performed a perfect drift at the T-junction, kicking up dust and smoke.

In fact, although the car had switched to manual mode, the underlying automatic driving module was still operating, just with less assistive effect.

That was one of the reasons He Ao felt at ease letting Vianne drive the car.

Of course, another reason was that Vianne truly was a good driver.

As Vianne became more familiar with the car, she also calmed down and even executed several beautiful drifts.

"Head to less crowded areas," He Ao said calmly while assembling metal parts.

Although the car was speeding, his movements did not waver in the slightest.

"Sure."

Vianne glanced at He Ao from the corner of her eye and noticed that the parts in his hands had slowly taken the shape of a massive firearm.

"M73B2, a heavy sniper rifle developed by the Yiwis Space System Company," He Ao said as Vianne looked his way, offering an explanation offhandedly.

As he spoke, he fitted the last part into place.

He picked up the rifle with one hand, turned around, and casually took out a small metal box that looked like a weight plate case from his briefcase. He gently pressed the surface of the box, and as he moved his hand, the lid of the box slowly opened.

Neatly arranged golden bullets became visible to him.

The bullet box featured a magnetic suction function; He Ao attached the box to the back of the car and slotted the bullets into the magazine one by one.

The M73B2 could only hold a maximum of eight bullets, with two types available: one was the 20mm ultra-long-range sniper bullet, and the other was the 20mm high-explosive bullet.

He Ao was now loading the second type.

He Ao slotted the bullets into the rifle.

With high-explosive bullets loaded, the M73B2 might lose some range, but in close-range mode, it could practically be used like a mini-cannon.

"Slow down," He Ao said as he leaned back against the passenger seat, his body slightly tilted, resting the sniper rifle on the back of the car. He peered through the scope, adjusting it while speaking softly.

"What? Okay!"

Though Vianne did not understand why He Ao said this, she still slightly reduced the speed of the car.

At this moment, the gang members were still stubbornly chasing behind them, but their vehicles were obviously no match for He Ao’s, and even though He Ao and Vianne’s progress was hindered by the chaotic street traffic, preventing them from fully leveraging their car’s absolute advantage, they still managed to gradually widen the distance from most of the pursuing vehicles.

However, some cars stubbornly stuck close behind He Ao, with the leading one being a modified jeep adorned with a Hyena skull hanging on the front.

Several wild-looking youths were driving the jeep recklessly toward the black sports car, holding submachine guns and firing wildly at the tail of the sports car, completely disregarding the safety of pedestrians.

From time to time, they would even shoot at the innocent bystanders frantically seeking cover on the sidewalks, laughing uproariously as they did so.

He Ao shifted his position slightly and brought his eye close to the scope.

Sniper rifles needed to be finely tuned before use, but He Ao had already dialed in this rifle last night. He had painstakingly adjusted the scope and the barrel and didn’t disassemble it afterward, to minimize the difficulty of recalibrating after quick assembly at this moment.

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"The Hyena Gang! Run! Run!"

A panicked shout erupted from the crowd, followed by the sounds of scrambling feet.

Clad in a mask, sunglasses, and a cashmere hat, the tightly wrapped-up girl had just received a little cake from a shopkeeper when she saw the store hastily shutting its security door, shouting to her as they closed it, "The Hyena Gang is here, girl, you better run, run!"

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The girl looked around in confusion, as people panicked and scattered in all directions, and one after another, the shopfronts slammed shut their security doors.

Gunshots rang out in the distance from a jeep carrying several excited youths who seemed to be chasing after something, their firearms recklessly spraying bullets, which weren’t aimed solely ahead. Sometimes, they also chased after fleeing pedestrians.

A few slower individuals got hit in the legs, their blood spilling out copiously.

The youths felt no guilt; instead, they laughed out loud.

The girl shook her head, clutching the small cake in her hand, and prepared to retreat when a piercing cry reached her ears.

She looked up to see a little girl in a pink puffer jacket with two ponytails, standing and sobbing loudly, "Mommy, mommy, where are you?"

Everyone around her had already scattered, leaving her alone on the edge of the street. The jeep was drawing nearer, and one of the youths spotted the wailing child. He sneered and raised his gun, aiming at the little girl.

The young woman halted her backward steps for a moment, then burst forth like a phantom, grabbed the little girl, shielded her in her arms, and ran backward.

The youth’s gun barrel slowly took aim at the girl’s back.

Bang—

A bullet ripped through the air with an explosive sound.

It instantly pierced through the jeep’s windshield, penetrated the body of the driver, and smashed into the high-performance battery beneath the vehicle.

The roar of an explosion erupted suddenly, and the searing wave of heat blew off the girl’s cashmere hat, revealing her golden hair glittering in the light.

"Thank you, thank you."

A woman with a face full of anxiety rushed forward, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She took the frightened child, now too scared to cry, from the young girl’s arms, inspecting her for safety. "I just turned to buy some bread... I just turned to buy some bread..."

Only after confirming the child was safe did she have the chance to raise her head and glance at the young girl’s face. She paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you...?"

The golden-haired girl realized her hat had been blown away, and her sunglasses had flown off during the recent action. She adjusted her hair and flashed a smile, about to speak when suddenly a black MPV stopped behind her, its sliding door flung open,

"Mistress, get in the car!"

"Please don’t mention this to anyone."

The golden-haired girl tilted her head towards the woman and the child, then stepped into the vehicle.

"Hmm,"

The woman nodded slightly, watching as the MPV door closed and the car gradually moved away.

"My goodness, the concert is about to start,"

Inside the car, a sexy lady was anxiously scratching her head. "What are you doing running around at this time?"

The golden-haired girl didn’t respond to her but instead took down a delicate birdcage hanging from the car roof. A beautiful canary perched inside the cage, and she quietly observed the bird within,

"When will you gain your freedom?"