Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 367 Chapter 359: It's You I'm Killing!

367  Chapter 359: It's You I'm Killing!

For someone inexperienced, making traps is no easy task.

Especially if you want to ensure lethality, making many traps can be very laborious.

For example, the huge chunk of reinforced concrete above the chandelier switch in the living room is extremely heavy.

Camille Victoria has never leveled up and has no strength enhancement. It took her tremendous effort just to carry the thing home.

Now, trying to hang it up is easier said than done.

Thanks to the advice from the tutorial video, she purchased rock climbing equipment from an outdoor supply store. Using rock nails and pulleys, she managed to hang the reinforced concrete chunk that weighed almost as much as her.

During the process, she had a mistake and almost got herself killed.

After that, she realized that she could not make traps in order. She must start from the easiest to the most difficult and make simple traps first.

First, two stacks of bricks were neatly placed on the second floor of the living room.

Then she started setting up the flame spray gun connected to the main entrance, vertical iron nails on some dark brown foam board, iron irons hanging with thin tripwires at the start of the first flight of stairs, and sharpened iron caltrops at the corner of the second flight of stairs...

As well as iron-tipped spears hidden under the sofa, behind bathroom doors, and in the shadows of green plants.

Camille Victoria also held a whole can of strong glue, intending to brush several layers on the stairs regardless of its usefulness.

But in the end, considering that she might have to clean up the glue herself, she gave up on this trap due to her aversion to filth.

As for the slingshot, Camille Victoria tested its power and looked at the nail gun on the ground. She disdainfully threw away the slingshot.

However, when she started to remove the safety from the nail gun, she suddenly stopped.

—In all honesty, modifying nail guns isn't difficult if one isn't seeking extreme distance and damage. Camille Victoria only heard about it from her college roommate and took a rough guess.

She stopped because— this kind of thing itself is illegal...

Although in the virtual world, everyone started to "prosper," having gunfights every day, modifying a nail gun shouldn't be a big deal. The real problem is when people do it in real life!

After some thought, Camille Victoria reluctantly ceased her efforts and put down the nail gun.

Without modification, the nail gun must be used at close range. It's a close combat weapon that isn't any better than a sharp knife.

After making choices and getting busy, Camille Victoria didn't finish her tasks until the next day in-game. She then hurriedly drove to the gas station, raced her car, and progressed the main storyline.

By this time, it was already past noon, and the players who were rushing had already confronted assassins in the Continental Hotel.

In the meantime, Camille Victoria gathered a lot of information through live broadcast comments.

For example— there are weapons hidden beneath the concrete floor in the basement of the underground!

When Camille Victoria saw this comment, she was sitting in a pile of tools and materials for making traps, feeling extremely frustrated.

But she picked up a big hammer, lifted the carpet, and desperately smashed the concrete floor. Yet, there were only a few small pits.

"Is this what you meant by 'smashing it open in a few tries'?"

She didn't doubt the accuracy of the audience's information but thought of something similar:

"Is this like the bathroom door from the beginning of 'Assassins' Alliance'? I guess it won't open unless I complete the subsequent tasks."

And—someone tried to directly run over the arrogant gangsters in the gas station.

Unfortunately, all such attempts ended in failure.

The lightest consequence was getting dragged out and beaten up. A slightly more severe outcome was being shot to death and failing the mission.

The most severe case was a massive explosion at the gas station, where everyone was blown to pieces, making for a shocking scene.

As a result, Camille Victoria didn't dwell on it. She stuck to her own ideas, endured the anger and completed the gas station plot, raced the car, and went home to prepare for the next phase of the mission.

This time, the mission began not with a natural awakening by the System but with—

"Ah! Damn it!"

A loud cry of unbearable pain woke up Camille Victoria on the bedroom bed.

The first thing Camille Victoria did when she opened her eyes was to check on Little Milkshake, who was sitting restlessly in the pet travel box.

Camille Victoria pointed her finger at the dog's head and then shoved the whole box under the bed.

Next, she silently walked out the door and approached the railing on the second floor to look down.

She quickly spotted four black-clothed figures, one of whom was crouching to remove the nail lodged into their feet.

Camille Victoria silently picked up a brick and aimed it at the closest one, using all her strength to throw it!

"Thud!"

Fortunately, she hit her target head-on!

It was a pity that it wasn't the head, but the person hit by the brick immediately fell, clutching their chest in pain. They couldn't take deep breaths and could only utter low, continuous groans.

The sudden attack clearly startled them. The remaining three people—including the one with pierced feet—immediately began searching for the source of the attack.

But Camille Victoria had already hidden herself from their line of sight. Due to the poor lighting inside the house, they couldn't see her at all.

A second brick then flew out—

"Crack!"

As the attackers were on high alert, this time, the brick was blocked by an arm. But from the sound of it, the arm was definitely broken.

With her location exposed, Camille Victoria heard angry shouts from below: "She's upstairs! Go get her! Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!"

Camille Victoria no longer hid, quickly grabbing more bricks and throwing them off the second floor!

The intruders scrambled to take cover, even the one whose foot had been pierced by the nail, rolling and crawling to evade the attack.

But the one hit in the chest, who seemed to have suffered a severe lung injury, couldn't run at all. Camille Victoria targeted him, hitting him with two more bricks, and soon he could barely breathe— he was probably done for.

Seeing a thug with a metal stick approaching the living room chandelier switch, Camille Victoria quickly picked up the scissors and cut the rope tied to the railing!

In the next moment, "Boom!"

A loud bang!

Then a miserable wail.

Without looking, Camille Victoria knew that the huge block of reinforced concrete had done its job.

[Enemy count -1]

The attacker's scream had apparently alerted his accomplices. A man just stepping on the stairs turned his head to look, but didn't notice a faint sound— the sound of something cutting through the air.

Then, after the wail, there was a short "bang!"

The black-clothed man on the stairs got smashed in the face by a falling iron iron dropping from above, and he uncontrollably fell backward onto the thin foam board.

He was then ruthlessly pierced by the densely packed iron nails on the foam board!

"Ahhh~~~"

Another earth-shattering scream!

His accomplice was startled at first but immediately thought of something. He rushed to the fallen man and took a gun from him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There were flashes of fire, and bullets shot at the second floor.

Hitting Camille Victoria was impossible, but now she couldn't recklessly throw bricks anymore, either.

"Do you know what you've done? You're dead!"

The attacker raged ineffectively, and Camille Victoria already recognized the voice of the man behind this entire incident— the worthless son of the leader of the Tarasov Gang, Yousuf.

But Camille Victoria remained calm, walking to the corner of the stairs and picking up the sharp javelin, waiting for him to come up the stairs.

If the distance is narrowed to just one step, isn't it whoever takes the initiative that wins, no matter how fast and accurate the gun is within seven steps?

However, she was surprised to find that even though he clearly had a gun in hand, his footsteps were retreating?

Did this grandson become chicken?!

When he fled, Camille Victoria suddenly panicked. How could she let him escape?

Camille Victoria quickly emerged and shouted, "Don't run! Grandson! I'm right here, come and kill me! Your men are lying here now! If you dare to run, they'll all be done for!"

But as soon as she spoke, Yousuf on the first floor didn't even dare to turn his head and ran even faster!

Camille Victoria quickly chased him downstairs with the javelin in her hand, but she still had to be careful to avoid the iron caltrop on the stairs, so how could she catch up?

It was just that she discovered that Yousuf's direction was actually— the front door?

Wasn't the front door...?

As Yousuf opened the door, the iron wire on the door pulled the trigger, and an alcohol lamp fell from the sky, smashing at his feet. The hidden flame spray gun under the debris at his feet spewed out flames at the same time, instantly setting his pant leg on fire.

"Ah!" Yousuf stomped his feet but, seeing Camille Victoria approaching, left his gun unguarded, and didn't even bother to put out the fire. He just ran.

But the flames never went out, ultimately slowing him down. Camille Victoria was already close behind with the longspear in her hand.

Finally, Yousuf could no longer care about patting the fire on his leg and raised his gun to shoot!

At the same time, Camille Victoria thrust the long spear in her hand!

"Bang!"

Camille Victoria took a shot in the abdomen and fell, while Yousuf was pierced through the abdomen by the sharp spear, one end even sticking into the ground.

She sat down on the living room sofa with the wine, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the night sky, and slowly poured the wine down her throat.

08:07

Yousuf wanted to fire again, but the severe pain made him unable to control his body. His gun fell to the ground, followed by him collapsing.

Camille Victoria recovered from the impact in her abdomen, casually stood up and walked over, and picked up the gun from the ground.

Yousuf lay on the ground, the fire on his calf had already spread to his waist.

He looked at Camille Victoria and said painfully, "Do you know who my dad is?"

"If I die, my dad won't let you go!"

Camille Victoria looked at the gun in her hand, checked the magazine and loaded it back in, silently aiming at Yousuf on the ground.

"You will know that you killed the wrong... " He was clearly in a lot of pain but still wanted to live.

"Bang!"

Camille Victoria ended his pain.

"Wrong my ass! It was you, I meant to kill!"

Ignoring the disappeard Yousuf, Camille Victoria took the gun back into the house.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Two short bursts of gunfire flashed through the room.

Then Camille Victoria put out the fire at the door, went upstairs to pull out the pet travel box from under the bed, and took Milkshake out.

She held Milkshake, went downstairs to push the electric switch, took a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, smashed the bottle mouth on the wall, and poured herself half a glass.

She sat down on the living room sofa with the wine, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the night sky, and slowly poured the wine down her throat.

"Ha——"

Finally, she let out a long sigh.

"Refreshing!"

As for the new mission that popped up, what was it?

How would the follow-up plot develop? Would the difficulty skyrocket, or even become stuck?

It didn't matter.

After all, she had already enjoyed it in advance, and it was worth it no matter what!