Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1395: Sniper (Major - Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1395: Chapter 1395: Sniper (Major Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The cool wind stirred the strands of brown-gold hair and caressed Vigina’s cheeks.

She lifted her head, gazing at the sharp yet weathered features before her.

That face shed its recently feigned playful smile, returning to the poised and calm demeanor she had first seen.

Like a wolf king wandering alone in the wilderness after losing its pack.

The deep eyes were like an unfathomable pool, hiding the emotions within his heart.

And on either side of those cheeks was the vast and boundless night sky.

The once expansive rooftop had vanished, leaving only a dust-filled night sky.

The wind in the heights grew more intense, dispersing the dust and stinging their cheeks.

He Ao quickly withdrew his hand protecting Vigina and stood up, looking back.

The wind howled in the heights, lifting his disheveled strands of hair.

The majestic building looked as if a giant hand had forcibly gouged out a ’corner,’ leaving only the portion of the structure where He Ao stood surviving.

If he had been even a bit slower, he would have been caught in the explosion.

Was it one of those specially crafted Extraordinary Bullets?

How many of these bullets did they have, and did they use all the ones meant for assassinating the President here?

He Ao shifted his gaze downward, looking toward the direction from which the bullet came.

In the blurred depths of night, on a slightly shorter building not far from the high-rise, a shadowy figure was quickly disappearing.

At that moment, Vigina also noticed He Ao’s shifting gaze and, without hesitation, stuffed the envelope in her hand into He Ao’s coat pocket and handed out the wooden-handled rifle she was holding.

And almost the instant she released the envelope, He Ao shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, rushing through the still lingering smoke and leaping directly from the high-rise onto a neighboring building.

Meanwhile, the wooden-handled rifle she held also vanished.

He Ao moved so swiftly that Vigina couldn’t react, her empty hand suspended in mid-air, feeling the sudden lightness of her body, briefly dazed, as if pondering whether everything just now was an illusion.

Everything developed too suddenly, so suddenly that she couldn’t fully process it.

But ultimately, the wind on the high-rise blew her muddled awareness awake.

She struggled to stand up and looked around.

At this moment, she stood on a triangular ’platform’ piled with rubble, one side of the platform being a thoroughly destroyed elevator shaft, while the other, where she had just been standing, was left with a massive sloping ’gap.’

The chief executive’s office that originally occupied most of this floor and the silver-haired elder inside turned into nothingness amidst the massive explosion.

No matter how much calculation and ambition there was, under absolute power, everything seemed futile.

The wind in the sky grew stronger, dispersing most of the smoke and stirring Vigina’s hair like a dandelion swept by the storm.

This building stood over three hundred meters tall, and without the cover of the architecture, the wind in the sky was unimpeded.

Vigina carefully stood up, walked in her leather boots to the edge of the platform, and glanced down.

Exposed steel bars, shattered concrete, streets glowing with faint light like lines, along with the faintly discernable shapes of vehicles below, mirrored in her view.

She swallowed her saliva, slowly retracting her foot.

The earlier explosion, whether a slightly slow dodge or a wrong direction, being caught in the blast, the unfathomably powerful ’Paxiu’ might still have a chance to survive, but she was almost certainly doomed.

Even if she managed to dodge and stood on the exploding building’s edge, she might still fall along with it.

She couldn’t imagine surviving a fall from over three hundred meters.

D-class Life Force was far from being as strong as C-class.

During her service in the Central Army, she experienced many life-and-death situations; otherwise, she wouldn’t have advanced so rapidly at such a young age.

But compared to this ’situation,’ those were minor in comparison.

In past crises, she always saw a glimmer of hope for survival. This ’attack,’ however, left her feeling incapable of escaping on her own merits.

The good news was, in such a situation, her body would be torn apart instantly, and death likely wouldn’t involve much pain.

It wasn’t until now that she understood what ’Paxiu’s’ statement about ’needing to take risks’ meant.

Easily capable of creating such disaster-level explosions, the force attempting to assassinate the President was likely more exaggerated than anything she had ever seen or could imagine.

At this moment, she suddenly realized she had been like a naive girl, completely ignorant of true power.

What she faced now might merely be an appetizer.

This time she was lucky, ’Paxiu’ was beside her and saved her, but next time might not be the same.

Yet, so what.

When she chose this path, when she decided to collaborate with ’Paxiu,’ she was already prepared to face death.

She hoped that if she truly died, it wouldn’t be too careless. She owed ’Paxiu’ a life now and at least wanted to repay a little.

Taking a deep breath to calm those frail and chaotic thoughts in her heart, Vigina carefully walked to the other side of the platform.

This area leaned against the main part of the building, allowing her to see the floors affected by the blast below, about seven layers deep. The explosion formed a curve, giving an unclear path along exposed steel and concrete to proceed downward.

This area was devoid of people; it was after work hours, and the uppermost floors of the building, where the offices were, didn’t require overtime.

However, from the faint sounds of screams echoing within, it was evident the explosion had impacted those on lower floors.

Buzz——

At this point, the walkie-talkie clipped to Vigina’s waist vibrated fiercely; the Federation agents below were trying to contact her, checking her status.

Vigina glanced at the name on the walkie-talkie. It belonged to one of the young members she had just appointed to the investigation team.

"The top floor of Kevort Tower was attacked by unknown forces," Vigina picked up the walkie-talkie, not giving the other side a chance to speak, and said quickly, "Contact the City Police Bureau immediately, block all surrounding buildings, suspects might be nearby, and also,"

She took a glance in the direction He Ao had left, "The witness Paxiu is missing, I’m looking for him, prioritize sealing the surrounding buildings, and send some to evacuate people from Kevort Tower."

"Received!" the voice on the other end responded promptly, then hesitated, and asked, "Director, your health···"

"I’m fine, don’t worry about me," Vigina replied calmly and swiftly, "carry out the orders."

"Understood!" replied the voice on the other end.

Vigina shut off the walkie-talkie, heading towards the platform’s edge to descend slowly along a partially broken wall.

This wall nestled against the building’s exterior, and as she attempted to move downward, the tiny city and streets naturally entered her view.

The cold wind at high altitude brushed against her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly retracted her outstretched leg.

She changed her angle to avoid looking down, her sweaty palms tightly gripping the protruding steel rebar, as she cautiously stepped down.

At this moment, the image of He Ao’s dashing leap flashed involuntarily through her mind.

That guy, too handsome for his own good.

Click—

Her foot slipped, instinctively tightening her grip on the steel rebar.

——

Bam—

He Ao’s steps landed in the silent, dark alley. Listening to the faint noises in the alley, he glanced ahead, then moved forward swiftly, quickly advancing through the alley.

The faint sounds around changed several times, sometimes from above, sometimes from the ground, as if their source was swiftly changing routes, trying to shake off He Ao.

But He Ao resolutely followed the sounds, constantly weaving between alleys, between alleyways and low buildings, drawing nearer and nearer.

The footsteps became clearer.

Soon, the faint footsteps abruptly stopped, and He Ao emerged from the dim, dark alley.

A quiet little square appeared in his view.

This square was roughly circular, illuminated by flickering lights, and in its center stood an artistic, rotating geometric sculpture.

At this moment, a tall figure in a gray T-shirt and navy wide-leg pants stood before the sculpture.

A huge heavy Gauss sniper rifle was slung over his back, as he stood silently before the statue, seemingly waiting for something.

He Ao raised his head, glimpsed at the sniper rifle on the figure’s back, then looked at his feet.

Then he stepped forward completely out of the alley’s shadows, staring at the figure, "Were you waiting for me?"

"You could have chosen a simple, quick death," the tall figure turned around, revealing a face almost bisected by a diagonal scar.

He looked at He Ao, calmly and naturally, "Why insist on coming here to seek torment? Life is inherently painful, why pursue it so?"

"When you shot at the President," He Ao eyed him calmly, "is that what you thought too?"

The figure’s foot perfectly matched the subtle footprints in the sniper assassin’s house.

At these words, the scarred man’s expression changed. Then he said slowly, "I must admit, you seem quite clever, unlike the ’dull-witted’ description in the data they gave me."

"Everyone has moments of dullness and extremism," He Ao shook his head, "It’s just a matter of what one cares about."

"A wise statement," the scarred man sighed, "I should have found you earlier, had a long talk, then killed you. Unfortunately, by the time I got the mission, it was already too late."

He spread his hands open, the mechanical gun bag naturally unfastening, and along with the heavy sniper rifle on his back, they dropped in front of the geometric sculpture.

"Looks like you’re out of those extraordinary bullets?" He Ao glanced at the sniper rifle and said in a low voice.

"There were only three bullets in total," the scarred man said steadily, "and that was the last one."

He seemingly didn’t care about the amount or the related intelligence at all.

He gazed coldly at He Ao, as if looking at someone doomed to die.

He knew clearly that the opponent could feel his attitude, and if he could mentally destroy his opponent, this battle would be much easier for him.

"Seems this thing is quite expensive," He Ao shook his head and sighed, "Only three bullets in the hands of a presidential assassin."

Of course, it could also be that the organization behind predicted the sniper only had three shooting opportunities.

In either case, it proved this was not something mass-produced by a factory, even when used to assassinate the President, it had to be used sparingly.

It seems that even the café boss had an over-spec configuration.

Or perhaps it was precisely because the café boss had an extraordinary bullet that they chose to ’meet’ there?

"Seems your focus is peculiar," the scarred man looked at He Ao, his voice turning cold, he raised his hand, placing it on his belt, two long, crescent-like knives drawn from his wide-leg pants, "I hope your screams will be quieter when you’re dismembered later."

"Seems you’ve tortured many people?" He Ao raised his hand, drawing a sharp dagger from his waist.

"Want to know?" The scarred man smirked, "They’re waiting for you in Hell."

Boom—

In an instant, his figure vanished, like an arrow leaving the string, instantly appearing in front of He Ao.

Clang—

The curved blades and the dagger clashed, He Ao leaned aside, dodging the intersecting curved blades, his form slipped under them, appearing on the other side.

Grade B.

He Ao stared at the scarred man, truly Grade B.

Even among Grade B, not considered weak. .com

This man was the real main force arranged by that ’organization’ to assassinate the President at this moment.

Buzz—

The sharp dagger spun in the air, landing in He Ao’s palm, the newly carved notch on the dagger reflecting faintly in the surrounding lights.

"Ultimate control of strength," the scarred man eyed He Ao, slightly licking his lips, like a bloodthirsty beast emerging from a mountain cave, "Your strength isn’t anywhere near Grade B, yet you can wield it with control, striking at weaknesses and critical points, reaching a level where you can contend with, even kill Grade B."

He raised his hand with the twin curved blades, his tone growing increasingly excited, "Monstrous control over power, genius-level combat skills, meticulous timing like a machine, no wonder the mission said you were extremely dangerous. Looks like everyone underestimated you before,"

He slightly crouched, "If given time to grow, I’m afraid no Grade B would be your match,"

The muscles under his T-shirt suddenly tensed up, "But alas, in this world, there’s no if—you must—"

"Die—!"

The roaring shout burst like thunder in the sky, bringing the burly figure, instantly appearing in the air above He Ao.

This shout swept across He Ao’s hair strands, across his clothes, hit the ground, instantly crushing the heavy cement ground, pressing out countless cracked ravines.

He Ao stood in the midst of the broken earth, the blade in his hand spinning a flourish at his fingertips.

He felt the metallic taste rising in his throat, staring at the figure appearing in the sky.

Time to end this quickly.