Chapter 5: Discovery

It was time to test the Skill.

She wanted to see if she could hit enemies while unable to see them—in other words, whether the 【Headshot Strike】 came with an Auto-Aim Feature.

Kamiyu threw the fire extinguisher toward the opposite side. She had originally planned to shoot it herself, but that idiot cleverly shot it for her, saving her a bullet.

White smoke filled the entire room. Everyone was startled by the sudden smoke, closing their eyes, mouths, and noses.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough.”

“Stay calm, don’t panic.”

“Everyone take cover. She doesn’t have a mask; she can’t see either,” Nine-Tattooed Dragon shouted.

【Headshot Strike (Skill Effect: Headshot Every Time for 5 seconds; Headshot Attack Damage is 3 times Normal Damage; Cooldown Time: 10 minutes)】

Kamiyu had five seconds of guaranteed kills.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang.” Relying on her memory of the thugs’ positions earlier, Kamiyu fired one shot after another.

Of course, she couldn’t see through the white smoke, and she couldn’t even hear the screams of those hit in the head. She had to risk walking up to the enemies to confirm whether this Ultimate Skill could land Headshots even when she couldn’t see them.

After just a few steps, she saw the enemy she had just shot. A large red hole had appeared on the enemy’s forehead, with blood flowing all over the floor.

She smiled. The result was exactly as she had predicted—the effect of 【Headshot Strike】 was that it could hit even when she couldn’t see, equivalent to an Aimbot. However, the bullets couldn’t curve; they had to be within her firing line.

She quickly picked up the Submachine Gun from the floor.

“Rat-tat-tat-tat, rat-tat-tat-tat.” She paid no attention to the bullet count, emptying the Magazine directly.

Five seconds passed in an instant, and the white smoke dissipated.

Thirty-one corpses lay quietly on the floor, leaving only Nine-Tattooed Dragon alive.

Kamiyu had deliberately spared this person’s life.

“I surrender, I surrender. I’ll give you whatever you want. The money and powder are in the safe on the second floor. Only I know the password,” Nine-Tattooed Dragon said, seeing such a terrifying, ruthless killer for the first time.

This unremarkable Pink Hair girl before him was actually more powerful than a Professional Killer.

Kamiyu threw away the Submachine Gun and pointed the Pistol in her hand at Nine-Tattooed Dragon’s head, signaling him to go to the second floor.

Kamiyu picked up the Machine Gun that Nine-Tattooed Dragon had discarded, switched it to full-auto mode, and pointed it at his back.

Second floor.

Kamiyu found the second floor empty. It seemed everyone had been killed by her.

She noticed in the surveillance footage that the street outside was eerily quiet, with no one around.

Nine-Tattooed Dragon opened the safe while saying, “Beauty, please spare me. I have tens of millions in cash in the villa area, guaranteed no one else knows.”

“Say one more word, and I’ll cut off your fingers based on the word count,” Kamiyu said, uninterested in the tens of millions.

Nine-Tattooed Dragon trembled with fear and immediately fell silent.

She looked at the countdown and the remaining Player count on the Interface Panel.

【70:23:10】

【11/12】

An hour and a half had already passed. She was still too slow and couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

With a “click,” the safe door opened.

A fully loaded Revolver was conspicuously placed on top of a stack of cash.

As Nine-Tattooed Dragon hesitated whether to grab the gun, the money, or nothing at all—

“Swish.”

A Ceramic Throwing Knife flew directly into the back of Nine-Tattooed Dragon’s head.

Kamiyu didn’t want to waste even a single Bullet on someone like him.

The area was cleared, time to loot.

Kamiyu discovered the existence of the second-floor safe room from the surveillance footage. She took the revolver from the safe, searched Nine-Tattooed Dragon’s body for the key, and opened the safe room.

“Wow.”

She was stunned by the arsenal of firearms and ammunition filling the safe room. Golden-yellow bullets, pitch-black guns—all weapons and ammunition. The smells of gunpowder, wood, and engineering plastic instantly excited her mind.

She “opened” the Storage in her game character’s Interface Panel and stuffed all these weapons inside.

“Not bad, this game character comes with a ‘Space Ring.'”

She put the instant noodles from the table inside and took them out again, confirming that the Storage could also hold food.

The weapons and equipment in the safe room were instantly swept away by her zero-dollar shopping spree, as if a tornado had passed through.

She also swept away all the bundles of red banknotes from the safe. This was the real Dragon Roar City, and with money, she could do many things.

She didn’t count them carefully, but there were roughly one or two million.

Kamiyu patiently waited for her Skill’s Cooldown Time to refresh, ready to set out again.

An hour and a half had passed, with 11 people remaining, indicating that everyone was lying low.

“How does this game reveal other players? Does it shrink the Map range like a Poison Zone game design, forcing everyone to fight to the death inside it?” Kamiyu didn’t find any function in the Interface Panel to reveal other players.

Never mind, first find a high tower to Sniper Camp. With her Skill, as long as she spotted one, she could instantly take them down.

Soon, Kamiyu learned how this game revealed other players.

Kamiyu opened the back door on the first floor and walked into a dark alley.

Quiet, eerily quiet. There wasn’t even the sound of stray cats or dogs around. The main street was right next to her, and just moments ago, she had exchanged hundreds of gunshots with the Triad. No matter how poor the security in Dragon Roar City was, as long as gunshots were fired, the police would respond.

Kamiyu reached into her Cape, gripping her gun tightly.

“Kekeke.” A strange, sharp, and unpleasant laugh came from the darkness.

“You kept me waiting so long, I almost froze to death. Come on, little treasure, merge with me.” A Mohawk-haired man stepped out empty-handed.

“It’s you? How did you know I was here?” Kamiyu probed. She wasn’t surprised to encounter another Player; she was concerned about how other Players were discovered.

“You’re like a firefly in the night; how could I not notice you? I followed you all the way here.

You know what? I was so afraid they’d get to you first. Just now, I was frantic, ready to charge in and rescue you.” Mohawk stuck out his tongue.

Kamiyu frowned. She roughly guessed why she had been discovered. The random teleportation mentioned by the Black Sphere wasn’t entirely random; it likely teleported some Players to nearby locations.

It was about who spotted whom first.

She had made a commotion, and nearby Players would naturally investigate.

This was a game of Hunter and Prey.

It was about who could stay calm the longest. She suspected there were still Players watching nearby, ready to strike from behind.

Kamiyu certainly remembered this person’s Talent and profession.

She wasn’t afraid; the other side should be afraid of the unknown her.

“Mimicry Talent, profession is Executioner with Sharp Blade Strike.” Kamiyu called him out.

“Oh ho, not bad memory, little girl.”

“Then later, you should be able to remember very, very, very clearly how much your big brother ‘dotes’ on you.” The mohawk-haired man’s tongue transformed into a tentacle, licking his own eye.

This action made Kamiyu furrow her brows tightly.

“Gahahaha, I’ll go easy on you, so don’t cry out in pain.”