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Chapter 55 - 55: Sneak Attack

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Sneak Attack

Translator: 549690339

If he could, Song Jian would really like to kidnap this stubborn old man like the militia in Base 101, but what the mission required was not the old man, it was the story behind the shrapnel of the grenade;

Song Jian guessed that this might be a chain task, and this fragment of the grenade might just be a lead, so it would be better not to offend Dr. Ebsiting;

Seeing the feisty demeanor of Dr. Ebsiting, Song Jian’s face looked unsightly, but in the end, he just nodded his head and left the room.

From a conversation between two guards at the doorway, he learned that there would be a guard shift soon. He wondered if he could take the opportunity to assassinate two more.

The room next door was too crowded, and the team leader was obviously an elite level five boss with firearms, rushing in recklessly would surely get him shot up;

“The best time to strike will be when they get drunk,” Song Jian murmured to himself.

After killing two guards, he only dropped a bottle of mineral water and a can of beef, and nothing else. Despite the clothes and their rifles being present, there were no properties, belonging to the set props. The clothes could be worn as a disguise, but the rifle couldn’t even be fired, it could only be held in his arms, like a fire stick;

Song Jian waited patiently for a bit over half an hour, the door of the room next door was pushed open, and two drunken men, using their rifles as crutches, staggered towards Song Jian;

“Ali, Cook, you guys must have been waiting anxiously, haha, don’t worry, we’ve left you plenty of good stuff, there are still several barrels of beer, enough for you to drink.”

“Shit, these two guys fell asleep, dare to sleep during a guard duty, if the captain knew, he would whip you guys, Ali, you idiot, even sitting on the ground…”

Song Jian, holding his rifle, pulled his cap brim very low, covering most of his face, as he leaned against the door frame pretending to sleep. Ali was placed beside him in a sleeping posture. Hearing the two’s whispers, Song Jian felt very nervous. If these two noticed any abnormality and began yelling, the difficulty for Song Jian to complete the task would significantly increase, and there was even a possibility that the mission would fail;

Song Jian took a deep breath, his muscles go tense, ready to strike at any moment;

Five meters…

Four meters…

Three meters…

The two people were getting closer and closer. Song Jian casually glanced at them from the corner of his eye, these two men looked to be in their thirties or forties, their faces flushed from the drink, their eyes almost closed, their strides were shaky with an imminent fall.

Even such people could stand guard? Song Jian bets that even after switching shifts, within five minutes, these two would sleep like dead pigs.

When the two men were one meter away, Song Jian yawned as if he’d just woken up, stretching a lazy stretch.

Clang-

Song Jian pretended to fail in holding his rifle which was of no use and tossed it to the ground;

“Cook, you bastard, even while on guard duty…” The person closest to Song Jian cursed jokingly and tried to reach out to slap his shoulder. Song Jian went with the flow, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward him, while his other hand held the dagger, stabbing viciously into his chest;

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-

The alcohol numbed the militia man’s nerves, making his reaction extremely slow. After three continuous stabs, he reacted with a slight twitch, and before he could muster any strength, Song Jian let his hand go, and the militia man fell weakly to the ground.

Seeing his companion fall to the ground, the other man was oblivious of any danger, he grunted a couple of times, bending down to tug on the man’s collar: “Stop pretending to be dead, Erik, do you want me to stand guard alone?”

Seeing the man before him completely unaware, Song Jian showed no mercy, swiping his dagger across his throat before plunging it deep into his neck, blood splattering out…

After a while, Song Jian stood where he was, covered in blood, with three corpses at his feet. A chill wind blew past, sending a shiver through Song Jian, a strange expression crawled onto his face;

“Is this… is this what it feels like to kill? I, I killed someone…”

This game was just too real. Even though Song Jian kept telling himself that the other parties were just game NPCs, he still couldn’t put it out of his mind. It felt like there was no difference from killing someone in real life;

After standing still for a long time, Song Jian sighed and dragged one of the corpses into the room where Dr. Ebsiting was staying, then posed the remaining two corpses to look like they were sleeping with their guns, leaning on the door frame;

System: You have killed a [LV3-101 Gathering Area Militiaman] with a dagger, and gained 190 experience points; Your reputation with the 101 Gathering Area has dropped by 5 points, and you are now indifferent to 101 Gathering Area.

System: You have killed a [LV3-101 Gathering Area Militiaman] with a dagger, and gained 190 experience points; Your reputation with the 101 Gathering Area has dropped by 5 points, and you are now hostile to the 101 Gathering Area.

System: Dr. Ebsiting’s goodwill towards you has increased by 10 points, and your relationship with him is now neutral.

Three system prompts in a row left Song Jian slightly startled;

“The relationship with the 101 Gathering Area is dropping too fast, right? Just killing four of them and the relationship has gotten so bad?” Song Jian thought to himself.

However, killing four militiamen had improved his relationship with Dr. Ebsiting, which was a good start for the side task;

“There are still four people left, including an elite boss. There are more of them than me, and they have firearms. There’s no chance of winning in a head-on fight, sneaking is the best choice.” Song Jian calculated silently;

The rifles these militiamen carried may have looked old and worn, but their power was undiminished. Song Jian had seen the leader of the White Tiger Gang using this type of rifle, the damage was extremely high. Although he now had over two hundred vitality points, he would be killed if he was hit with three or four consecutive shots;

“Just wait patiently, wait for them all to get drunk, then 1 can easily take them all down.”

Just at that moment, a shout came from the room: “Cook and Ali, those two, how come they still haven’t come? If they don’t come soon, I won’t be saving those two kegs of beer for them.”

Song Jian’s heart sank, it seemed that he won’t be able to wait for these people to get drunk before making a move;

“Raven, go see what those two guys are up to?” Came a deep, raspy voice from the room: “Bring your weapon.”

“Okay, captain!”

Bang-

As the door opened, a burly man carrying a saber in his right hand and a rifle slung over his shoulder stepped out of the room.