In Chapter 3, one tends to subconsciously aim at the small black dot on the urinal while urinating

The system did not respond, and Russell had no choice but to act according to the situation. In fact, he was already mentally prepared for this; during the first two mission worlds, the system also did not inform him of the location of the mission world at the beginning.

According to the census by the United Nations Statistics Bureau, 250% of men have done this, even though some of them may have diverged and used a shotgun

Target acquired, eliminate him

Russell silently thought to himself, but the system remained completely unresponsive, not making a sound at all

The man with a slicked-back hairstyle let out a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig as he soared through the air, covering an impossible distance. Before his momentum came to a halt, he drew two handguns in succession: a Beretta 92F and an antique flintlock pistol with a barrel length exceeding 30 centimeters. The Beretta 92F fired two shots in quick succession, killing two assassins who were gazing upwards.

Having finally escaped to ascend, yet voluntarily returning, is one disdainful of life and seeking death

"Hi, Russell, why aren't you shooting?" questioned the squad leader with a beard amidst the complaints, it was he who had just blown off the woman's head

Russell gasped lightly, putting down the sniper rifle in his hands, his stomach churning as he listened to the cruel conversation among the four. A wave of dread washed over his face. He became even more certain that his current identity was definitely not a good one, as the woman who was shot in the head was not the target; rather, she was killed to force the slick-haired man hiding behind the filing cabinet to reveal himself.

At the sound of a gunshot, the woman in the scope was immediately shot and killed, the bullet entering through her forehead, her head exploding like a burst balloon ... the entire screen was filled with it

The bullet fired from the flintlock was even more exaggerated, with the man sporting a bushy beard hiding behind a concrete pillar at a very safe angle, yet he still died, shot from the most unlikely side angle. Russell was right beside him, swearing with his bushy-bearded head that the bullet had curved.

The bearded man instinctively turned around upon hearing the words, and the other three did the same. They then witnessed an unforgettable scene. The man with the slicked-back hair sprinted down the corridor, charging straight into the office, crashing through the tempered glass, and his rear end seemed to have been propelled by nitrous, soaring into the air.

The man with a slicked-back hairstyle exhibited a high level of vigilance, perhaps out of habit or possibly having sensed something. He concealed his body behind the side of the filing cabinet, making the difficulty of a sniper shot quite significant

The only difference is that in the first two tasks, the world was clear at a glance, and without system prompts, he could also guess where he was.

When the man with the pompadour fired his gun, everyone was completely stunned, to the extent that not a single trigger was pulled, not even by Russell. In other words, he had previously brushed past death and survived by a probability of two-fifths.

On the top floor, only Russell, who was left dumbfounded, and the last assassin, equally bewildered, remained. This person wore goggles, so let us refer to him as Goggles.

Russell slightly shook the gun's muzzle, and an Indian woman appeared in the scope. The prominent red auspicious mark on her forehead was so striking that Russell couldn't help but align the crosshairs there

Cool

The slicked-back hair fell effortlessly from the second floor, and the pig-like screams abruptly ceased. He fired only three shots, yet he blew off three heads, all while in mid-air at high speed; such marksmanship is truly unparalleled

The reason one can instantly determine that they are currently in the identity of a killer rather than a special police officer executing a mission is quite simple: in this era that values appearances, looks signify everything

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The inquiry from the bearded man provided Russell with useful information; in this world, he retained his original name, whether or not it replaced that of someone else with the same name, at least he is not an undocumented individual

This is not good news for Russell; he is currently in a partnership with four others, and if they do not survive for more than two minutes, Russell's situation is also very perilous

Just like the national emblem on the helmets of the Japanese army during the War of Resistance, it is a perfect sniper's target; anyone who sees it will instinctively take aim. Similarly, when male compatriots are urinating and notice a small stain in the midst of a porcelain white background, they cannot help but flick it away.

And now

The bullets that can curve... this world... Russell probably realized the world he was in, and after coming to his senses, he broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly crouching down with his sniper rifle, leaning against the concrete railing of the rooftop.

Newton lay back with a calm expression, adjusted the coffin lid, indicating that he had become accustomed to it and requested not to be disturbed by such trivial matters in the future

System, where is this? What is my specific identity? What is the task?

Russell found this quite normal; the sharpshooters in movies who never miss are deceivers. Training an excellent sniper, while not as costly as training a pilot, is still quite expensive. The four individuals beside him, however, did not appear to be exceptional snipers. When it comes to hitting moving targets, it is better to engage in a continuous fire spray and rely on luck.

The bearded man is wearing a level 3 helmet from the game "PUBG", which resembles a welder's helmet but is actually a titanium alloy helmet specifically designed for special forces

The man with the slicked-back hair pushed open the office door and fled into the corridor as planned. At that moment, he seemed to be invincible, firing four shots in quick succession, with not a single bullet hitting him

Russell looked through the scope, and in the office of the building across, which was slightly shorter by one floor, the target man with a 'slicked-back' hairstyle was clearly in sight. There was only this office occupied among the three floors, making it easy to spot him.

Russell was taken aback; the distance between the two buildings was at least 30 meters. The man with the slicked-back hair had no wings, and attempting to accelerate across that gap with his mortal body was essentially equivalent to jumping off a building to commit suicide, unless he had a Lykan hypercar

The level 3 helmet did not bring good fortune to the bearded man. If it had been a Beretta 92F with 9MM bullets, perhaps he could have survived, but that old flintlock pistol fired projectiles with immense power, directly penetrating the helmet.

In the television series, the appearance of the scoundrels who cannot survive for more than two minutes is exactly what they look like.

That fellow runs really fast; I only caught a glimpse of a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, the person was gone

Our goal, he ran down the corridor, moving very quickly... really fast. Russell looked up in astonishment and gazed at the building across the way

"Russell, I am asking you, answer my question, why don't you shoot?" The bearded man asked again, this time with a tone of dissatisfaction

Boss, right on target, you are so accurate

Damn it, he got away.

A black and white photograph, unable to provide many clues, except that it can be analyzed that the target man possesses the aura of a powerful figure in the underworld, with nothing else to be gleaned.

Bang

The four renovation workers all appeared fierce and menacing, with their faces full of bulk, exuding an attitude that seemed to dare anyone to take a second glance, as if the words 'bad person' were written across their faces.

Well done

Who

Russell did not respond; he could not find a reason to shoot. He did not even know the identity of the man with the pompadour. Moreover, even if he were to shoot, given the recent circumstances, it would have been impossible to hit.

Russell remained motionless, maintaining his previous posture, and suddenly spoke while looking through the scope: "Wait, he is coming back!"

In the next moment, Russell was slapped in the face, and at the same time, Newton, Galileo, Einstein, and others were also slapped in the face; their coffins were once again pried open.

Russell glanced at the middle-aged man marked with a red cross in the photograph, whose facial features were distinct: a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, a broad forehead, and a slicked-back hairstyle, embodying a typical Western appearance