Life Game In Other World
Chapter 161 - 162: The Mask (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 161: Chapter 162: The Mask (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

"Now, as we lift our eyes, towering skyscrapers surround us, glittering with gold and splendor, the most captivating treasures on the earth, day or night."

"Of course, each of these buildings has its name, like Avis, Nord, and Welme; their prosperity could belong to any conglomerate, but not to Dawn, not to us."

"Who built them? Our construction workers did."

"Who adds to their luster? Our machinery and lamp factories with their intelligent machines and neon light boxes."

"We created this bustling city, but no glory or wealth comes back to us."

...

He Ao shifted his gaze around, seeking a potential sniping spot.

Christos was standing in the heart of the crowd, delivering a speech, surrounded by a dense mass of people, with his core supporters undoubtedly among those in the center.

The Assassin was only D-level, and killing a C-level, even just a C-level mental ability user, should be exceedingly difficult as an assassination beyond his rank.

If he were to get close to Christos, a short-range attack would not only be easily obstructed, giving Christos time to react and potentially fail the assassination, but it would also hinder his own escape, even if successful.

Moreover, according to the promotion situation, a Mercenary would retain the abilities of an Onlooker, meaning the Assassin would likely inherit the abilities of a Mercenary too.

That proves that the Assassin could very well be a firearms expert.

Combining both circumstances, if He Ao were in the Assassin’s position, he would definitely choose long-distance sniping, which would allow ample time and space to escape, even in the event of failure.

He Ao’s gaze swept over those spots with the best view, then quickly retracted it.

The places with the best sniping views were all occupied by people in security uniforms.

Christos’s security team was not weak; all the positions around that could be used for sniping were well controlled by them.

This might be related to the multiple assassination attempts Christos had faced.

Besides the prime sniping spots, the slightly less optimal ones were also under surveillance by the security personnel.

In theory, the security for this event should be foolproof.

He Ao took two steps back and activated Super Memory.

His gaze instantly swept across all the buildings around him.

He had found it.

He turned off Super Memory.

Pulling his suitcase, he stepped out of the crowd, moving one step at a time.

The man responsible for the area’s security glanced at him, then looked away.

He Ao returned to the entrance of the Avis Machinery Factory and turned into a secluded alley.

Joey had been here many times and often played here when he was a kid, so he was very familiar with the local terrain.

He Ao quickly took off his coat and trousers, revealing the Combat Suit underneath, then took out a black hooded cloak and a black and white mask from his suitcase.

He covered his head with the hood, then hid his luggage in a corner.

After that, he walked out from the other end of the alley, and by now, he was wearing the black and white mask with the eerie smile.

——

In a room on a high floor of a small hotel on a street across from Kweil Avenue:

A muscular man dressed in a black security uniform was leaning against a window, as if standing guard.

His eyes were wide open, the light had gone out of his pupils, his mouth was slightly agape, and his entire face was unnaturally stiff.

In his heart there was stuck a silver dagger, blood trickling down the blade, nicely concealed by the bulk of his body so as not to be seen from outside the window.

Zz——

Along with a grating sound, a man’s voice came through an intercom set on the table,

"A5, how are things on your end?"

A hand with prominent knuckles and long fingers reached out to grab the intercom, and in a slightly hoarse young man’s voice said, "All is well."

"Good, stay alert."

After these instructions, the connection was cut off from the other side of the intercom.

The man put the intercom back on the table, picked up a huge sniper rifle from beside him, and began to wipe it down quietly.

Under his slow movements, the entire firearm was cleaned spotlessly.

Then he slowly raised the gun, its long barrel passing through the arms of the already long-dead body by the window, concealed beneath the man’s dark security uniform.

Tick-tock—

The blood on the dagger streaked across the man’s cheek and dripped down, yet he didn’t seem to care.

He slowly pressed his eye against the mechanical sights of the sniper rifle.

Thanks to the ability from Onlooker, he didn’t need any optical aids to aim; his gaze was concentrated on the man passionately speaking at the podium.

"G25A1, the most powerful gauss sniper rifle produced by the Yiwis Space System company, paired with the Yiwis Space System company’s custom G18-18mm high-explosive rounds, explodes on impact with enough force to rival a medium-sized gauss cannon."

A somewhat sickly, nasal young voice emerged from behind He Ao.

He Ao’s disguise was easy to fool others with once there was a sufficient distance, but to Super Memory, which grasps every detail, it appeared incredibly jarring.

"Correct."

He Ao responded hoarsely, and suddenly pulled out the handgun at his waist, aiming at the source of the voice.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his brain plunge into a brief void, losing control of his body for an instant.

Bang—

In that rigid moment, gunfire rang out from behind him.

In that brief interval, he finally regained control of his body and jerked his head to the side.

The scalding bullet grazed his cheek and embedded itself in the wall beside him.

If he had woken up from his rigidity just a fraction of a second later, his head would have been blown off by that bullet.

The speed of the man’s recovery did not exceed He Ao’s expectations; Onlooker’s ability inherently increased mental strength, and now it seemed, having been promoted to ’Assassin,’ his mental strength had significantly intensified.

The power bestowed by Talent Sequences was limited; a significant improvement in mental strength meant that the man’s physical condition likely hadn’t improved much more than that of a mercenary.

He Ao quickly constructed a combat model of the man in his brain.

At that moment, the man had already aimed his handgun at He Ao again.

Then he noticed the eerie smiling mask on He Ao’s face and was momentarily thrown off guard, and in that instant, He Ao fired another shot.

The man didn’t completely dodge this bullet; it hit his shoulder, and drops of blood glowing with hints of green soaked through his clothes.

The man was wearing some sort of luxurious combat suit.

In the time between the two shots, He Ao had closed the distance with the man, and the silver dagger was instantly pulled from behind his waist.

Clang—

The sound of metal clashing abruptly filled the air.

The man drew the dagger from his waist, blocking He Ao’s sudden attack.

The silver dagger and the sturdy dagger collided, and in an instant, a fine crack appeared on the dagger; simultaneously with the crack’s appearance, He Ao pressed down sharply with his dagger.

The silver dagger burst open instantly, its tip shattered and flew towards the man.

"Nice sword!"

The man used the remaining hilt of his dagger to block the shards flying at him and leaped to the side with force.

Mental Disturbance!

In that instant, the man’s brain buzzed, and he lost control of his body.

At the same time, He Ao raised the thug’s handgun; this time, he didn’t aim for the head but rather for the man’s heart.

Bang—

The bullet was fired in an instant.

The man quickly woke from the Mental Disturbance, but this time He Ao had timed it right; Super Memory had also established his rough model, and having had the experience of using ’Mercenary’ before, He Ao effectively had access to many of the man’s combat data in advance, which made the model construction much quicker this time.

This bullet was harder to dodge than the previous two; the man twisted fiercely, the bullet piercing through the combat suit and entering his chest, passing through a lung lobe and lodging inside his body.

A mouthful of blood surged from his throat.

Although he avoided his heart being pierced, he was still seriously wounded.

He Ao lifted the gun, ready to shoot again, but in that instant, his vision blurred, and the man had already vanished from sight.

Gone?

Invisibility?

Bang—

At that moment, a piercing gunshot suddenly rang in He Ao’s ears.