Beautiful Man

Apartment balcony.

Anatole felt a chill in his heart as he looked at his screaming man covering his ears.

If it wasn't for Vladimir to pull him and prevent him from sticking out his head, he would be the one whose ears were knocked out.

Anatole patted his chest and asked with lingering fear: "Brother, this bitch's marksmanship is too accurate, what should we do now?"

Vladimir frowned and glanced around and found the rope drop on the balcony railing.

He thought for a moment, and there was a hint of viciousness and revenge on his face.

"Break the rope! Falling down from a height of thirty to forty meters, Jason won't even want to stand up in the second half of his life. We can also catch him alive, give him money, and make a business."

"good idea!"

Anatole took out a .45-caliber Colt M1911 and fired two shots at the rope drop.

After the gunfire, the thick rope dropped two large holes, but did not break.

"The rope is too strong." Anatole looked surprised.

"This is a military rope drop rope, using the strongest composite material, usually assembled on a helicopter." Vladimir explained.

"This son of a bitch is really prepared to escape!" Anatoly sneered and stepped forward to fill the gun.

……………

"Bang! Bang!"

I heard gunfire from the top of the apartment building.

Jason knew that the last thing he wanted had happened.

Faster!Hurry up!

Jason was anxious, and the speed of the cable drop was a little faster.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two more gunshots, and the rope dropped.

Jason lost his focus and quickly fell to the ground with his back facing down.

At this time, he was still about fifteen meters away from the ground. At this height, he fell back down, even if he didn't die, he would have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

At the critical moment, Jason's survival instinct played a role with years of cruel training.

Without a focus in the air, he relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen to twist his body to restore balance, and put his feet on the ground.

Just after adjusting his posture, Jason fell to the ground.

With a bang, a cloud of dust rose from the ground.

Jason rushed forward and rolled on the ground several times before venting the falling force.

The miraculous operation made the crowds look silly. They crowded around in a daze, looking at Jason, who was squatting on the ground and clutching his ankles with a painful expression on his face.

Falling from a height of fifteen meters is not a simple matter.

Even though Jason was prepared to prevent shocks, his feet were still tingling at the moment he landed, followed by a sharp pain, making his feet almost unconscious.

Jason gritted his teeth, stood up as hard as he could, and walked staggeringly to the five-story shopping mall opposite.

There are a lot of people and the terrain is complex, so it is best to get rid of the hunt.

…………

"Falling down from such a high place can still get up, this guy is really lucky, but his luck has come to an end."

Vladimir looked at the embarrassed Jason with a sneer of disdain.

Anatole also smiled and raised his automatic rifle, pointing it at Jason's back: "Yes, Jinhe's first general, now is running around like a wild dog. It's ridiculous."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before Jason took a few steps, three shots sounded behind him.

The huge force from the bulletproof vest knocked him to the ground.

"what!"

Seeing that Jason was shot, the bold crowd of onlookers immediately fled like a bird in the jungle shouting.

The moment Jason fell to the ground, he quickly got up again.

He knew in his heart, as long as he paused on the ground for more than a second.

The Mafia with automatic rifles will sift him together with the body armor.

Jason dodged from left to right, trying to run to crowded places, using those passers-by as his shield.

Although this method hurts others for self-interest, the effect is surprisingly good.

More than a dozen 7.62mm bullets hit him, and several innocent passersby were hit by the bullets and immediately fell to the ground and wailed.

Jason, who was the target, was only shot in his left arm.

He resisted the severe pain, pressed hard against the wound, and ran towards the mall desperately.

Ding!Kill an innocent passerby indirectly and get 100 villains. Current progress: 6401000]

Ding!Indirectly wounded six innocent passers-by and gained 300 villains. Current progress: 9401000]

At the expense of seven innocent passers-by and an arm, Jason finally rushed into the mall.

He broke into the ice cream shop at the entrance of the mall, lay his body on the counter, and then rolled over and rolled into the counter.

Before he could take a breath, Jason immediately let go of his right hand to check the injury on his left arm.

Through the bloody wounds, the tail of the dark yellow warhead can be vaguely seen.

The bullet got stuck in the muscle.

It seems that it was a ricochet that hit me, otherwise my arm would be pierced.

Jason, who has more than ten years of shooting experience, immediately judged the situation.

Jason gasped for breath, carefully groping around the wound with the fingers of his right hand.

After touching the hard bullet, pinch it with your fingertips, hold your breath, and forcefully take out the bullet.

The blood stained his clothes and pants, Jason's lips were white and his head was sweaty.

The bone-corrupting pain spread all over his body, and he tried desperately to resist it until he didn't groan.

Ding~~~ding~~ding

The warhead was taken out and thrown on the ground.

Jason covered the bleeding wound, used his teeth to tear the cloth on his arm, and made a simple bandage for the wound.

Just after the bandage was done, footsteps came from outside the door.

The crowd of onlookers eating melons has run away, and the owner of the footsteps has no other possibility other than the Mafia.

It's really not a way to survive.

Jason weakly raised his arm and clicked on the system mall interface.

He has fallen into a dead end and has no other way of life except relying on the system.

[Mall: proficient in cold weapons, proficient in combat, proficient in firearms, proficient in driving, proficient in flight driving, proficient in special operations, proficient in special driving...]

With footsteps getting closer, Jason quickly browsed the mall interface, thinking quickly in his mind what skills to learn to get him out of the predicament.

A few seconds later, Jason clicked on Gun Mastery.

In the current situation, apart from the gun, he really couldn't find the second option.

[Gun Mastery Level 1 (obtained)]

[Gun Mastery Level 2 (obtained)]

[Gun Mastery Level 3 (obtained)]

[Gun Mastery Level 4 (obtained)]

[Firearms Proficiency Level 5 (not obtained)]

Tap firearms to be proficient at level 5.

(Required: 50 points; Strength: 30, Agility: 35, Endurance: 30, Intelligence: 35,)

"Bah! What a shit system, there are actually prerequisites." Jason scolded dissatisfied, and quickly clicked on the main interface of the system to check his attributes.

Power 33

Agility 32

Endurance 30

Intelligence 28

...

His four-dimensional attribute is 10 attribute points short of the requirement of [Guns Proficiency Level 5].

Every time you level up, you get exactly 10 attribute points.

And he is only 60 villains away from the second level.