Fatal Shot

Chapter 340: Old John, Little Girl

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Swoosh!”

On the straight linkway between Silvermoon City and Lu Conglomerate City, the SCV-Type One Energy Motorcycle known as “Land Bullet” drew a white line.

On the car with his face blown and turned ice-cold by the night wind, Feng Luo could not help but recall the history of Old John.

The cause of the matter was more than five months ago; at that time, his life profession as a Gun Mechanic had just reached a basic mid-level, and his Wind Mark Gun Shop had also just opened not long ago. When he had gone to gather a special type of ingredient, he had discovered a worn-out Old John unconscious from drunkenness, being held in the mouth of a Level 30 Mutant Sabretooth Tiger and dragged towards its nest.

As a player seeing such a situation, there was no need to ask what one should do.

After Old John was saved by Feng Luo, he seemed to have awakened.

“...”

He sat on the ground and watched Feng Luo in silence for quite some time, then asked a strange question.

Feng Luo could not really remember much else of the contents of what he had said — after all, Feng Luo’s memory at that time was not so strong.

He only knew that when Old John asked something, he had diligently answered because he had just come into the game not long ago. He had a lot of interest in NPCs because they carried Hidden Missions.

In the end, he did not know how, but his words had seemed to trigger a soft spot in the drunken old man’s heart. This NPC, who looked like he had some secret story, had followed Feng Luo all the way back and refused to leave his shop!

Every day, he took the gun shop’s money to drink at the bar, returned to the shop once he was drunk, slept the moment he collapsed, and even vomited over the whole floor — the time that he was sober each day was probably not even three hours.

He did not talk to Feng Luo at all, so Feng Luo was unable to communicate with him, and the system did not prompt anything about Hidden Missions whatsoever.

To average players, such a situation would have made them impatient, but as a Sniper, Feng Luo — who was able to stay in one spot for three hours without moving in hunting missions — had the best tolerance and had been letting Old John eat and sleep in the shop.

A month later, Old John actually had some change.

During the minimal times when he was sober, he would personally create some Normal-Grade firearms, which after being sold would fetch returns mostly equal to the money he had used on drinking alcohol every day.

Two months ago, when Feng Luo was about to go to Roguetown to investigate the Umbrella Corporation, Old John had suddenly created a Perfect-evaluated Eye of the Thunder magazine, allowing Feng Luo to successfully obtain the permanent manufacturing right of this quality Rare equipment.

All this had made Feng Luo confirm Old John’s identity as a Gun Mechanic Master, which was a considerably great identity.

But now that a biohazard crisis had broken out in Silvermoon City, would the system actually give players the mission to protect Old John? This undoubtedly made Feng Luo even more surprised.

“Seems like I have to save Old John!”

“Hu!”

Feng Luo held onto the handles of the SCV1 with his hands clad in the Black Eagle tactical gloves, driving along the road and up a hill on the side. He then drove off a 10-meter cliff and landed with a thud on the ground behind it, continuing straight.

The highest speed of the SCV-Type One Energy Motorcycle was up to 300 kilometers, including his Vehicle Driving Proficiency skill, which had now already reached a 95% high-level as of today.

In at most four minutes’ time, he would be able to reach Silvermoon City!

Furthermore, even though Silvermoon City’s connection to the outside world had already been completely cut off by either the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group or the rebellion, a map of Silvermoon City had already appeared in Feng Luo’s mind — he was able to more or less determine their breakout route just by estimating the location where Skynet and the others were previously at with reference to the gun shop.

Therefore, he was only lacking in time!

...

In Silvermoon City, the entire city was currently already fully submerged in the biohazard crisis state. From the T-Virus outbreak up till now, it was less than three hours’ time, but the deaths of players and NPCs had already exceeded half!

Throughout the entire city, whether it was combat, gunshots, explosions, screaming, or buildings collapsing, the sounds were deafening.

However, there was one place that was still very quiet.

In a secret base of the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group, the face of Roaring Dragon Lightwind carried a satisfied smile as he was conversing with a man in sunglasses and a windbreaker sitting on a silver chair in the virtual screen before him.

“Mister Wesker, everything is as I had said. Now that the situation in Silvermoon City is progressing exactly how I had calculated, all is within control. So, I hope that you can continue supervising the rebellion troops, and block the Federal troops advancing from the surrounding cities to reinforce!” action

“Mm, I will pass this matter to Gordon for the reward. Have you already done what I asked you to arrange?” Through the screen, Wesker’s voice was very flat, as if without any fluctuations.

“Rest assured, Mister Wesker, I have already arranged for that little girl to be at the safest location. She will definitely not be infected, and there will be no one able to come into contact with her!”

Roaring Dragon Lightwind smiled as he reached out and lightly waved his hand in the air, and a new virtual screen instantly appeared behind him.

“How about you take a look!”

On the screen was the brown-haired little girl who had appeared previously at the airport carrying a white teddy bear, her face sickly and pale as she sat staring blankly in a completely sealed room in which there was only a big white bed.

“Daddy, where are you...” The little girl’s face was filled with horror as the tears in her eyes kept rolling out. She did not let out any sobbing sounds as she just raised the back of her little hand, stripped of the color of blood, and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

“Xue Li, don’t cry. That’s what daddy said...” the little girl, not even seven or eight-years-old, said softly.

Outside the room was the average-looking Asian babysitter who had previously brought the little girl along. Her facial skin and muscle vibrated, after which she actually transformed into a very beautiful but cold-faced white woman.

“The girl has been sent safely. Can I leave already?”

Turning around, the white woman spoke to the black NPC man over two meters tall, wrapped in a thick and heavy high-collared coat with only his eyes and a bit of skin exposed. He was standing beside the only entrance to the room.

“Mister Wesker had requested to General Gordon that you should stay for a while more and officially put her in his hands!”

The voice of the black NPC man was very hoarse, as if he had a bit of a struggle in speaking, his words unclear.

“This little girl is very important to Mister Wesker’s experiment and Gordon’s big plan. He’s not very reassured with having low-ability Adventurers protect her. With you, safety would not be a problem at all!”

“Hmph, so troublesome. A little girl who has contracted an incurable disease actually needing so much labor and creating such a fuss!”

The white woman showed an unhappy expression, and her high-heels stood rooted to the spot. She then turned and walked off towards the passageway at the side with a cold face. After she lifted her feet, she left a clear mark on the metallic floor where she had just stepped.

The tall black man still stood at the room door, his eyes unwavering.