Life Dungeon Game

How could you possibly hit someone without any vision or aiming?

boom--

The high-speed bullet pierced Winter's skull, and his body swayed slightly from the bullet's powerful inertia, falling backward.

Out of the corner of his eye, Heo saw Winter's shadow on the wall and a flower blooming on the back of his head.

The scene unfolded very quickly, and no one had time to react. But as the gunshot rang out, the burly man in front of He Ao suddenly pulled back the bolt.

He watched Winter fall, his finger on the trigger, raised his gun, aimed at Heo, and shouted, "Shoot! Shoot! Turn this old man into a sieve..."

boom--

Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted.

His marksmanship was poor, and he didn't hit He Ao with a single shot. However, before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened.

His eyes widened as he stared at the muzzle of He's gun, his expression filled with disbelief.

Blood flowed from between his eyebrows, and he leaned back and fell backward.

He hadn't expected to be shot, but he did give the order to charge, and the moment the gunshot rang out, his men rushed toward him in a frenzy.

These henchmen only had some simple pistols, which they aimed at Heo and fired repeatedly.

These people's handling of the guns was not professional, and their marksmanship was not very good, so they had to keep closing the distance to shoot.

He Ao half-hidden beside the SUV, and with the sound of bullets hitting the SUV's metal, he raised his pistol and shot the gang member facing him.

He then rolled forward, raised his gun, and hit the second gang member.

At this moment, the third and fourth gang members had approached, and they were now very close to Heo.

The third gang member raised his gun and aimed it at He Ao's head. Then, his wrist was instantly hooked by the cane that He Ao handed him. He Ao then turned the gun and shot him between the eyebrows.

Just then, a sharp blade emerged from the darkness and slashed at He Ao's neck.

The fourth gang member was the worst shot of the four, but he seemed to be very skilled in combat.

At this moment, it was too late for He Ao to pull back his cane. He simply let go of the cane and reached for the blade.

He covered his palm with a thin layer of divine sense, gripping the blade tightly. Then, to the astonishment of the fourth gang member, he suddenly executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the gang member to the ground.

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At the same time, he crouched down, grabbed the gangster's hand with the blade, dropped the pistol with his other hand, and restrained the gangster's elbow, exerting force with both hands simultaneously.

The dagger in the gangster's hand was suddenly pressed down, piercing his own throat.

He released his grip and stood up.

He breathed heavily twice, his intense exhaustion making it almost impossible for him to stand.

Thanks to the benefits of long-term training, Sito has great explosive power, but in return, he experiences prolonged fatigue after a brief burst of power.

After taking a brief moment to steady himself, He Ao turned around, walked to Winter's body, retrieved the car key card from Winter's body, and then slowly straightened up, walking step by step towards the driver's seat.

The silent night stretched his shadow long.

Just then, he noticed his granddaughter peering at him through the car window.

"Jacqueline, are you scared?"

He Ao tucked his blood-stained sleeve behind his back and asked softly.

Jiaxi glanced at the corpse outside the window, then turned back to look at He Ao, nodding slightly and then shaking her head gently.

He Ao walked to the car window and touched his granddaughter's cheek. "It's okay, Grandpa's here."

He got into the driver's seat, placed the blood-stained card on the key fob, and started the vehicle.

The little girl stared blankly at the old man's back as he sat in the driver's seat, then at the metallic steering wheel.

Amid the brief sound of the car starting, she asked softly, "Grandpa, why did they kill us?"

He Aoton was starting the vehicle.

A ten-year-old girl may not know that much, or she may know more than you imagine.

"Because our lives are the bargaining chips they use in their transactions,"

He started the vehicle. "Kill us, and they'll complete their mission and get the reward."

"Did your parents die like that too?"

The girl twitched her nose. "Why can they decide our lives without our consent?"

The old rearview mirror reflected the girl's jewel-like orange-yellow eyes.

"Grandpa, can we go home?"

"It's still possible."

He Ao remained calm as he maneuvered the SUV, slowly retreating from the alley.

The off-road vehicle, patched with steel, drove along the gloomy road, then re-entered the main street and entered the area where a large crowd of onlookers had gathered.

The crowd had dispersed considerably, and the flames burning on the apartment building were nearly extinguished.

The firefighters on the ladder are using high-pressure water cannons to put out the fire.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal, except for the blackened windowsill, which still faintly showed the intense heat of the raging fire.

The fire did not spread; it only discolored the walls.

If his son were still alive, he would face hefty fire alarm fees and bills for exterior repairs.

Now, these bills will eventually end up in He's hands after changing hands several times.

He parked the car on the side of the road and stared at the window, which was slightly obscured by a little water mist.

Jiaxi slowly climbed over from the back seat of the car. She lay down in the gap between the driver and passenger seats, gazing at her former 'home'.

After a brief pause, she twitched her nose.

"grandfather,"

Those jewel-like orange-yellow eyes sparkled with tiny tears. "It seems like there's nothing left in the house."

Tears finally streamed down her face. "My parents are gone, all the things in the house are gone, everything is gone."

He Ao reached out and gently cradled the girl's small head in his large, wrinkled, and calloused hand.

He leaned down, his forehead touching the girl's forehead, his cheek pressed against her cheek.

The SUV's headlights slowly illuminated as it made a turn on the wide road and then headed south of the city.

The streetlights cast the shadow of the dilapidated vehicle onto the lonely ground, where it blended into the silent night.

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South District, St. John's Ninth Street

"An old man who's almost dead! A child who's not even a teenager! I've raised you both for so many years! And you're telling me there's no news?! You can't contact any of the people I sent?!"

In a magnificent townhouse, a thin, long-haired man in a white suit was hysterically yelling into the phone, "What do you want to say? You want to say that all my men were killed by an old man?! An old man who might not even be able to walk properly and might even poop in his pants?"

"I don't know what those bastards are doing. If I don't get news of the mission's success in ten minutes, you can all go and keep that old man company."

He tossed the vintage phone onto the sofa and reached out to rub his disheveled hair.

Ding-dong-

Just then, a clear doorbell rang outside.

I'm having a bit of writer's block; let me sort it out.

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An off-road vehicle with metal subsidies was parked on a quiet street.

He Ao held his granddaughter's little hand and stood in front of a tightly closed door.

At this moment, Jiaxi had changed her clothes. She had changed from the cartoon pajamas and slippers set into a white short-sleeved T-shirt, brown shorts, and light brown mid-top Martin boots.

He Ao bought this at a roadside children's clothing store when he came here.

Jiaxi had been working out with her grandfather since she was a child, and beneath her fair, taut skin exposed to the night, her legs were full of firm muscles.

A gentle breeze brushed the cheeks of the old man and the young man, but after a brief wait, He Ao received no response.

So he reached out and rang the doorbell again.

"Who?"

This time, there was finally a response; a slightly hesitant voice rang in the doorbell.

"Buy medicine."

He stared at the doorbell. These smart doorbells were common in the Federation and were equipped with smart cameras.

Right now, behind this camera, someone is quietly watching him.

The other party did not reply to He Ao immediately.

After a brief pause, Heo continued, “A friend from the gang introduced me to this place. He told me you’re the best doctor around here.”

The person behind the camera seemed to be carefully examining He's aged face, as if to ascertain the threat He posed.

creak-

After another brief pause, the small door in front of He's gate slowly opened.

A man with a goatee, wearing round-framed glasses, and smoking a pipe, who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties, appeared before He Ao.

"what are you looking for?"

He looked up at He Ao, then at Jiaxi, whom He Ao was holding, and turned to walk into the house.

He followed him into the room.

The room is not large, and it is square in shape. Apart from the entrance, there are glass medicine cabinets on all four sides.

This is the 'underground doctor' in this area.