Chapter 44: Black Night, She Like a Ghost God
The air over the clearing in front of the corridor carried a cold and deadly tension.
The moment she shielded Anya behind her, Bai Fu cast a Psionic Vision skill at the assassin across from them.
The skill connected successfully, and the target's basic stats were quickly relayed back.
【Name】: Elite Assassin (Elite)
【Template】: Ordinary
【Main Class】: Wilderness Hunter Lv3 [Lower Class Wanderer Lv10 (Max Level)]
【Sub Class】: None
【HP】: 260/260
【Stats】: Strength 15, Agility 21, Constitution 13, Intelligence 5, Spirit 9, Inspiration 8
【Skills】: Mobile Shooting Lv3, Dual-Gun Hunt Lv2, Precision Burst Lv1, Hound Steps Lv2, Intermediate Shooting Specialization
【Talent】: Scavenger
【Favorability】: Contempt (-13)
【Danger Level】: Green
Bai Fu tugged the corner of her lips after scanning the data.
So they just named him Elite Assassin because he's an elite mob?
That was pretty sloppy naming.
Still, despite the random naming, this Elite Assassin’s stats ranked third among all the opponents she had encountered so far, right after Yulia and the Mutated Number Nine.
With Agility as high as 21, once he went full throttle, he could definitely create afterimages like that super-speed boss in Cadillacs and Dinosaurs.
Speed was one thing—but this Elite Assassin also had three gun-type skills and one mobility skill. He was practically born to be an assassin.
If his target this time had been Xia Shi, even with Xia Shi's near-protagonist-tier Great Luck buff, the odds would not have been in her favor.
Too bad he ran into me!
Bai Fu thought to herself.
The danger rating given by Psionic Vision was green, meaning this Elite Assassin was weaker than she was. That assessment was spot on.
She pulled up her own attribute panel.
【HP】: 770/770
【Psionic Value】: 115/115
【Stats】: Strength 11, Agility 7, Constitution 37, Intelligence 5, Spirit 14, Inspiration 23
Bai Fu believed that if the assassin had something like Psionic Vision too, he would not be smiling right now.
【You're right. But this is Bai Fu—770 HP, 37 Constitution—an elite of the elite mobs. She has Fanaticism, Hardening, and can steal buffs using Chain Reaction. She has both soft and hard control, costing only 20 Psionic Points. When using Psionic Boil, her basic attacks come with bonus damage, no cooldown, and enjoy critical hit bonuses. With Battle Etiquette locking the enemy down... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!】
If she didn’t have to protect Anya, Bai Fu would’ve already charged up to wrestle with that Elite Assassin, to show him what a peak-state warrior looked like!
“To kill me, it looks like you’ve brought quite a few people. Don’t you need to call over your comrades?”
Bai Fu looked at the assassin calmly, trying to find out how many people were in his group.
The Elite Assassin sneered, “How many people were sent doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I alone can kill you. I’m nothing like those brainless muscle-bound mutant freaks mass-produced by the Truth Society.”
He was clearly excited.
This assassination was a group operation, but only the one who killed Bai Fu would receive the largest bounty.
Just minutes ago, he had been searching all over and thought he might miss his chance tonight. But then he turned a corner and unexpectedly stumbled upon Bai Fu all alone. It could only be called his lucky day.
The goddess of victory was smiling—and so was he.
The Elite Assassin drew a pistol.
Failing to extract useful information, Bai Fu felt a little annoyed but didn’t dwell on it. She also drew a pistol from her thigh.
Seeing this, the assassin laughed even harder.
“Trying to outshoot me? Maybe you don’t know they call me the Sharpshooter. I’ve got ten ways to kill you before you even land a shot!”
Bai Fu shook her head. “This gun isn’t loaded.”
“Hmm?”
The assassin paused, not quite understanding what she meant.
No bullets? Then why pull it out? Trying to scare him? Or was she baiting him into lowering his guard?
“Looks like you really don’t get what kind of opponent you’re facing.” The Elite Assassin quickly raised his gun. “Hahaha, can you keep up with my Speedee—”
But just as he was about to pull the trigger, something strange happened—he suddenly found that his finger couldn’t move at all.
Ruined, I’ve been immobilized!
The Elite Assassin’s expression changed drastically.
What he didn’t expect was that Bai Fu didn’t aim the gun at him but instead pointed it at her own abdomen.
Even more unexpected, after Bai Fu completed that motion, his own right hand began to mimic Bai Fu’s right hand uncontrollably.
In that instant, the Elite Assassin seemed to understand something.
Stop, stop it now!
He tried to halt his own right hand, but no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he screamed inside, it was all useless. He could only watch helplessly as his own hand turned the gun toward his abdomen.
Bai Fu opened her mouth, smiled, and softly uttered a "bang".
In the next second, the Elite Assassin followed Bai Fu and fiercely pulled the trigger.
Once, twice, three times… seven shots per second!
Watch closely, this is the hand speed of someone single for twenty years!
Bullets that strayed slightly upward pierced through the assassin’s belly without mercy, shredding his intestines, while those that strayed slightly downward landed true critical hits.
Blood drew cruel arcs through the air.
Two long seconds passed, and Battle Etiquette concluded.
The Elite Assassin’s body finally broke free of control, but by then the spreading agony from his wounds had already robbed him of the ability to move.
Spasms wracked his body, and he collapsed with a thud, his left forehead slamming into the cement ground, splattering even more blood.
The Elite Assassin had no time to mind the pain. He couldn’t utter a word.
Thankfully, with a Spirit stat of 9, he could barely hold onto the last shred of consciousness and watch Bai Fu walking toward him step by step.
Bang!
Bai Fu drew another pistol from her thigh and cleanly fired a shot into the assassin’s head.
【You have killed Elite Assassin, contribution 100%. After level correction, you gained 4800 XP】
The game notification rang.
Bai Fu smiled.
Defeating a speed-based troublesome opponent in two seconds—this was the power of Battle Etiquette!
And that wasn’t all she was pleased with. The XP reward from the Elite Assassin was also satisfying. One Elite Assassin gave 4800 XP—five would be 24000. Combined with what she had left before, she could level up again.
Bai Fu bent down and picked up the dropped walkie-talkie, pressing the call button.
“Hello, hello.”
“You…”
The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie froze upon hearing the unmistakable female voice.
“Who are you? Are you Bai Fu or someone else?”
Bai Fu said, “That gunfire just now was loud. Everyone nearby surely heard it. It won’t be long before Division Four shows up. You don’t have much time left to kill me.”
“Bai Fu! Don’t think that just because you sneak-attacked and killed Scavenger you can act all cocky in front of me!”
Even a fool could tell by now that the person speaking was Bai Fu.
Enraged, the assassin roared through the device.
“You’re downstairs now, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m coming down right now to send you to your grave!”
“I’m in no hurry. I’ll be waiting downstairs. If you’re in a rush to reincarnate, you better move fast.” Bai Fu remained composed.
“You just wait!”
The assassin on the other end was so furious at Bai Fu’s calmness that he smashed the walkie-talkie onto the floor and stomped it into pieces.
“The sound came from upstairs.”
Bai Fu perked up her ears.
She heard a door open and two sets of urgent footsteps—meaning there were at least two more assassins.
Whether two or three, now that she confirmed Battle Etiquette worked so well, she wasn’t worried at all.
She brought Anya to a cement-poured corner. It seemed like a dead end, but only a place like this allowed her to shield Anya with ease.
“Boss, those assassins look tough. Shouldn’t we run?”
Bai Fu gently patted Anya’s head. “Just watch your boss in action.”
She didn’t want to get into conflict with the Truth Society, but since they insisted on killing her, her stance toward them could only be: “Since you’ve come, I’ll ‘settle’ you.”
Back in the day when she was still a Player, she had killed the Greek gods multiple times.
Now that she had hardened her resolve, was she supposed to fear a powerless Truth Society?
A minute later, the two assassins who rushed down from upstairs finally found Bai Fu.
“I thought you’d run after all that bluffing. Seems like you’ve got some guts after all. But this spot—tsk tsk... Is this the grave you chose for yourself?”
The tall assassin who had smashed the walkie-talkie grinned wickedly and aimed his gun at Bai Fu’s leg.
He wasn’t in a hurry to kill Bai Fu. After getting roasted like that, he needed to torment her properly for payback.
Bai Fu replied calmly, “Have you heard the saying? Never lower your guard to what's behind you, even if it’s a trusted comrade standing there.”
“Huh?”
The tall assassin sensed something was off and quickly dodged to the left—but it was already too late.
Bai Fu had switched to a new Battle Etiquette, raised her gun, and pulled the trigger.
At that instant, gunfire erupted both in front and behind him.
Bai Fu’s shot grazed his left arm, searing pain erupting, while the bullet from behind slammed into his scapula.
It felt like a hammer blow to his back, and his body pitched forward uncontrollably.
“Ah!”
A scream tore through the night.
As he fell, the tall assassin was utterly confused.
Just now, the only one behind him had been the shorter assassin who came down with him—so that bullet must’ve come from him.
Realizing this, the tall assassin was both furious and panicked.
“You bastard! Who gave you the guts to betray the Truth Society and join Bai Fu?!”
Now injured, if he got caught in a pincer, he had no hope of surviving.
The short assassin was panicking too. He had no idea what had just happened and could only keep shouting, “I didn’t do it on purpose! My hand moved on its own!”
Screw you! What next, if you shoot me to death you’ll say the bullet did it, not you?
The tall assassin turned to shoot the short one.
At the crucial moment, Bai Fu stepped in.
Seriously, if they shot each other, wouldn’t that reduce the XP she’d get from taking them down herself?
To stop the internal infighting from the source, Bai Fu quickly shot the tall assassin.
The pain made him drop his weapon instantly.
The short assassin looked at Bai Fu in shock.
Bai Fu’s expression remained indifferent.
No need to thank me—because you’re next.
“Bang bang bang!”
Bai Fu fired several shots into the fallen tall assassin.
Large damage numbers floated up along with splashes of blood.
A few seconds later, the tall assassin’s body finally stopped moving.
Bai Fu strode forward in big steps.
The short assassin broke into a cold sweat and kept retreating.
“Don’t come over, don’t come over…”
After shouting several times, he suddenly remembered something and quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie, shouting into it.
“Backup, send backup now! If no one comes, we’re all going to die here!”
The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was momentarily speechless.
Although it was sudden, he quickly understood the situation—the operation to assassinate Bai Fu had failed, and those assassins were about to be wiped out!
“Bai Fu!”
A hoarse voice came through the walkie-talkie.
“I know you’re in a hurry, but hold on, let me deal with this guy first.”
Bai Fu stopped next to the tall assassin, then kicked him hard in the jaw.
“Ah—”
The tall assassin, who had seemed dead just moments ago, screamed miserably as Bai Fu’s kick sent him flying into a wall.
“Playing dead in front of me? What a joke!”
Bai Fu retracted her foot.
A kill should trigger a game notification—if it didn’t, it meant he wasn’t dead yet.
“Ah ah ah!”
The short assassin was so frightened by the scene that he fired three shots in succession.
The bullets pierced the air and all hit Bai Fu, but the expected image of bullets tearing into flesh and blood splattering never occurred.
Under the faint light, the short assassin saw Bai Fu loosen her clenched right hand.
Clack clack clack.
The three bullets slipped from her palm and hit the ground with sharp, metallic clinks.
“Die, die already!”
The short assassin was mentally collapsing. He fired wildly, hoping even a second’s delay could be gained—but even after emptying his magazine, Bai Fu remained unharmed and walked right up to him.
“Looks like your gun isn’t very useful.”
Bai Fu reached out and grabbed the barrel of the short assassin’s pistol.
“Ah, aaah, monster, she’s a monster!”
The short assassin screamed frantically.
His screams agitated the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie: “Stop yelling! What the hell is happening?! Damn it, I said shut up!”
No matter how loudly he shouted, the short assassin continued screaming—until a few gunshots rang out, and all fell silent.
Huff, huff…
The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie started breathing heavily.
“Bai Fu, do you know who you’ve provoked?”
“The Truth Society? You all want to kill me, and I’m supposed to just let you? If you’re not convinced, come here yourself. Once you arrive, you’ll understand what just happened.”
“Bai Fu, you’ll regret this!” the voice from the walkie-talkie roared.
Bai Fu replied calmly, “Threatening me? Watch your tone. I’m the one who won today!”
Clack!
The conversation was forcibly cut off.
Bai Fu smiled.
She hadn’t just said that casually—she had intentionally provoked the person, trying to lure them out.
She casually tossed the walkie-talkie beside a corpse on the ground, then quickly led Anya back to Xia Shi’s room.
She retrieved the grenade launcher hidden under the floorboards—something she had acquired from the Wildfire Gang’s warehouse. With this, she should be able to blast that person to the heavens.
If one shot wasn’t enough, then two!
Bai Fu went to the fourth-floor window and waited silently.