Poverty makes me capable of anything.

He raised his pistol, with 12 bullets in hand, and remained steady.

"boom!"

The first shot missed.

"Drop it."

An Ran grabbed the broken glass from the ground and threw it away. In such a small room, if Scarface were to gain a foothold, she wouldn't survive more than ten seconds.

Although she looks gentle and weak now, don't underestimate An Ran. She is cold and ruthless inside. What she lacks is experience and adaptation to the starry sea.

Oops.

Scarface saw the flying glass shards and quickly retreated, but he overlooked the fact that he was standing in a small space. His back slammed into a hole in the wall, and he lost his balance.

An Ran's eyes lit up, and she picked up a sharp stone and stabbed it at Scarface's right hand.

Having just added 3 points to Agility, the burst speed from 7 points of Agility over short distances left Scarface with absolutely no time to react.

"Ah! My hand!"

Scarface screamed as if his hand was about to be smashed, and the pistol fell to the ground. His right hand was in even worse condition than his left.

An Ran reached out to pick up the gun, but Scarface kicked her, sending her tumbling backward several times before she struggled to her feet, clutching her stomach.

It was overlooked.

Scarface clutched his right hand, glaring at An Ran with a ferocious expression, and roared, "You little bitch, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

An Ran's gaze fell on the pistol on the ground, completely ignoring Scarface's harsh words.

Chapter 11 I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

An Ran was well aware of the current situation. Despite her two successful sneak attacks that injured Scarface's hands and knocked the most threatening gun away, she was still very much aware of the situation.

But the dangerous situation did not improve much.

Even if the remaining 9 free attribute points are allocated to strength and agility in the most reasonable way, An Ran's physical fitness would only be considered tall among ordinary people, still a level below elites like Scarface.

Moreover, Scarface is a seasoned veteran with superb skills. In close combat, An Ran would have no chance against him, even if he gave up his right hand.

To settle the matter once and for all, we have to rely on that now-unclaimed pistol.

One shot, one kill; Scarface's body couldn't withstand the gunfire.

"I'm going to capture you and torture you thoroughly before throwing you into the army camp. Those greenhorns will surely be very grateful to me," Scarface grinned maliciously.

He was very strong, while An Ran was very weak.

That's why he made a mistake after becoming arrogant, but when he got serious, Scarface felt he was bound to win.

"Whoosh-"

Scarface made the first move.

He dashed forward and swept his leg straight at An Ran's face.

Tight pants hugged his legs, his bulging muscles bulging high, exuding both power and speed, and a piece of fabric whistled through the air.

If that kick had landed on her head, An Ran might have died.

Fortunately, An Ran was very glad that the scarred man was a reckless person. Although he was very strong, he liked to fight directly and brutally.

An Ran rolled over and reached out her right hand to grab the pistol on the ground.

The bullet is loaded, the red dot sight is on, and the trigger is about to be pulled. It doesn't matter where it hits Scarface; as long as it hits, the tide of the battle will turn instantly.

This is An Ran's idea.

However, things never go so smoothly. Scarface keenly sensed An Ran's intentions.

He immediately kicked the pistol away.

"That's a good idea, but unfortunately I found out." Scarface lifted his foot.

It’s over.

The pistol was too far away; even at that distance before, it was a bit difficult, and now it was even more impossible for An Ran to get her hands on it.

Just as Scarface was about to stomp down, a loud "bang" suddenly rang out from afar.

Immediately afterwards, An Ran saw a bright red blood splatter on Scarface's thigh.

"Ah! My foot!" Scarface fell to the ground, screaming in pain and rolling around.

Seeing this, An Ran quickly ran to the corner, picked up the pistol, and aimed. The player's unique crosshair was aimed at Scarface's head. An Ran didn't know why a crosshair appeared when she held the gun, but it wasn't a bad thing.

Her finger landed on the trigger, about to press it, when another bang rang out, and blood blossomed from Scarface's chest.

"Gu..."

The shot seemed to have hit his lung, and Scarface's screams were immediately replaced by gurgling sounds.

Then the third shot rang out, and Scarface fell into eternal sleep.

Who?

An Ran immediately aimed her gun at the bullet, which came from the collapsed adjacent wall.

"Calm down, calm down, I mean no harm." A fully armed man walked in, carrying a gun on his back, holding a pistol in his hand, and a short knife at his waist.

What is this ghost?

An Ran was a little confused, but she still didn't put down her gun.

"who are you?"

"I am an advance team member of the Special Operations Team of the Twin Moon City Security Department." The person introduced himself first. "I have cleared out the rebels in the underground cave. It is very dangerous here. You should leave as soon as possible."

what.

An Ran was taken aback. The rebels?

The woman next door is a member of the resistance, no wonder she's so sensitive to the word "empire," considering that number 1886 belongs to the Elimerian Empire.

The rebels, who defied the empire's rule, appeared to be a group of "natives" who held fast to their beliefs, but their decisive and ruthless actions made them look exactly like terrorists.

Why worry about so much? Now that there's a chance to escape safely, Anran isn't going to be foolish enough to stay.

"Thank you."

An Ran leaped into the tunnel and brazenly "escaped" in front of the security personnel.

"Bang bang..."

"Da da..."

Gunfire roared behind her. An Ran hunched over and hurried forward. Occasionally, the tunnel would shake and soil would fall. The tunnel was not stable. Fortunately, An Ran saw the light of the exit not far away.

She touched the pistol tucked into her waistband.

[1886 Hermit Pistol: Quality - Green. Magazine: 11/12]

This is the information Anran obtained after her first glance.

Aside from the terrifying scene just now, being tricked into this situation has been quite rewarding.

Not only did I successfully unlock the Mechanic class, but I also obtained a pistol. After returning, I can use the [Basic Analysis] to quickly obtain the blueprints for this relatively simple pistol. Then I can mass-produce the 1886 Hermit Pistol, which will not only provide me with security but also allow me to sell it.

While mechanics cannot ignore their own skills, they rely more on a variety of machines to fight, with firearms being just one of them.

Especially after fighting Scarface, An Ran felt more and more that she should still pursue the path of a mechanic. It may not sound as exciting as a martial artist who fights with fists, but it is much safer and the strength in the later stages is not bad at all.

NPCs only have one life. If An Ran were a player, she might become an assassin.

……

The light suddenly shone on her face, and An Ran reached out to block it in front of her eyes. Finally, she stepped out of the tunnel and let her eyes adjust to the outside light before she began to look around.

The tunnel connects to a small hill behind the police station. From here, you can see that the police station is in ruins, with smoke and dust billowing around it, and shouts occasionally ringing out, but the fighting is no longer as intense as it was at the beginning.

"Bang! Bang!" Gunshots suddenly rang out from inside the tunnel.

I go.

An Ran quickly found a cover and hid.

What the hell? How did the rebels manage to fight their way back through this tunnel?

Did that security officer die?

"Bombs, bombs, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

An Ran heard that it was the woman next door's voice, which was anxious and uneasy.

"Boom—"

A loud bang made An Ran quickly cover her ears. When she let go, she heard the woman talking rapidly to another person.

"I was careless. I didn't expect that Jian would be killed by the little girl in the next room. He almost didn't escape."

"This operation was too rushed; we could only bring this many people in such a short time."

"It's just the two of us left. Luckily, we found the defense map."

"Damn it, she dared to kill someone from Morning Star. I'll remember this grudge. I'll go back and find out her identity. Jian can't have died in vain."

"Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

The sound gradually faded, and the two people didn't notice An Ran at all as they ran away.

An Ran, hiding behind the rock, frowned and gripped the gun tightly.

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Can you please stop slandering people out of thin air?

Although I also wanted to kill that scarred man, I didn't kill him!

If you want revenge, at least target the right person!

***

"You have successfully unlocked the faction affinity system and started the Morning Star Resistance's affinity. Current affinity: -100!"