Barrett Walker was sweating on his forehead with anxiety. He felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't know what to do. As he heard the increasingly close chirping sound, he realized it was a giant insect, venomless with a pair of indestructible large pincers, moderate speed, and belonging to the fire attribute. If not completely killed, it could possibly self-destruct, burning like a human incendiary bomb. "If I had control over the God's Forbidden Zone, I could change things as I wish. It would be so good to kill these creatures, like slaughtering chickens and sheep." Barrett Walker felt more and more anxious as the sound grew closer, and his mind became chaotic, unable to stop himself from daydreaming.
Seven giant insects roamed the street, sensitive to smell, especially the scent of fear emitted by humans, which they seemed to relish. Despite this not being the most bustling area, there were still large crowds on both sides of the tall buildings. Although the tall buildings were destroyed in the first wave of attacks, there were still many survivors.
Suddenly, the seven car-sized giant insects began to agitate joyfully, spreading their wings and accelerating towards the police building. Barrett Walker, hearing their excited sounds, also became anxious. In this second world, the sense of smell was as acute as in the real world, with all physical activities being turned into programs through brain waves and transmitted more clearly. Perhaps these giant insects were cheating, which was why he attracted seven of them alone.
Barrett Walker picked up a nearby fire axe and smashed it, then took out an 85-style sniper rifle, thankfully finding twenty 53-style 7.62x54mm machine gun bullets. Looking at the orange bullets in his hand, Barrett Walker fell into a brief reverie, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar. Unfortunately, there were only twenty bullets, a pity indeed. He skillfully removed the magazine, loaded the gun, turned on the safety, held the gun on his right shoulder, made a handsome turn, and aimed at the direction where the sound was coming from. Bang! Without looking at the result of his shot, he sprinted away, feeling a slight ache in his shoulder blades. He knew that even though his shooting was not as skillful as before, his subconscious ability had not changed at all.
Sure enough, in the distance, seven giant insects, with the large brain of the first one crushed into a thick white liquid, were dead. However, these giant insects had no intelligence, and in the second world, after death, they turned into plant insects, making no difference in their fate.
The other six giant insects, upon hearing the gunshot, became somewhat dazed, then even more frantic as they headed towards the source of the sound. Barrett Walker did not engage with these giant insects, as his bullets were not to be wasted on such small fry. The earlier shot had proven that he did not need to be adept at gunplay. He needed to find more bullets to unleash carnage or do whatever he wanted to do!
In the desolate streets, there were occasional screams and gunshots. Besides these monotonous sounds, the whole world was eerily quiet.
Bruce was just a pseudonym he used in the second world. He admired Bruce Lee the most, aspiring to follow in his footsteps and become a film and television emperor who spoke with powerful strength, both on and off the stage. However, reality was cruel. After joining the federal military, he developed a fondness for guns. After training, Bruce's favorite activity was to wander in the second world, where he could enjoy the benefits that he couldn't utilize in reality.
When the disaster struck, he and his comrades were having a party, advocating for bodily liberation. It was a large group of men and women who were not wearing clothes. They were not doing anything wrong, just enjoying some drugs. At that moment, a beam of light from the rooftop penetrated through, and he thought it was someone trying to seduce him. But as he was pondering whether his eyes were playing tricks on him, he saw a gigantic bird, which immediately sobered him up.
As Bruce looked at the constantly entering and exiting creatures in front of him, he couldn't help but feel fearful despite guarding the front line in battles before. He realized that their previous battles were just small skirmishes, and this was only a small outpost occupied by them, yet there were already more than three hundred alien creatures! It was unimaginable how many troops the alien creatures had utilized in this disaster, which could be considered a war of extermination in reality.
At that moment, he only had a kitchen knife in his hand. It was a big problem to enter this military base to find weapons. Observing these aliens at such close range, he realized that each ordinary alien creature possessed the discipline and obedience of elite human soldiers, and, most importantly, they were fearless in the face of death. This revelation deeply shook him, and he felt uneasy about the future of humanity.
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Despite being a federal soldier, he should be fighting for humanity, but he could only helplessly watch as the alien creatures dragged one screaming human after another into the courtyard, torturing and killing them for their own amusement. All he felt was anxiety and self-blame.
"Where did the NPCs from the real world go? Why are they all gone?" Bruce listened to the cries in the courtyard, feeling anxious and unsure of what to do.
The continuous acts of cruelty in the courtyard were more terrifying to humans in the second world than the slaughter in reality. Then, a gunshot was heard not far away. Judging from the sound, it was the 85-style sniper rifle, which had long been retired due to the fusion of advanced technology in the second world. Bruce saw blood spray from the person held up by the giant insect's pincers, and then the bullet pierced the giant insect's brain once again, killing two with one shot.
What followed was a scene that Bruce vowed he would never forget. It was this moment that made him realize that mastering marksmanship was more fascinating than martial arts. He swore to hone his marksmanship to such a level.
Following that, there were rapid and intense gunshots, so much so that Bruce couldn't tell whether there were nine or ten shots, but the sight of eleven alien creature bodies and six human corpses in the courtyard made it clear that each shot had hit the creatures' brains, and one bullet even pierced through two creatures' heads and a human body. It would take extraordinary precision to achieve this feat, and Bruce was left in awe.
If these were merely appetizers, Barrett Walker would tell him that he might be even more shocked. He only fired six shots from 500 meters away, while the effective range of the 85-style sniper rifle was only 800 meters. His marksmanship was unparalleled, firing six consecutive shots without pause, each hitting the vital spots of two creatures. His marksmanship was truly extraordinary.
This was a year after the development of the second world's technology. Such sequential marksmanship was only at a medium level. The three gun gods of the second world, Bruce, could fire nine shots, each hitting three targets in vital spots; Serpent Striker could fire ten shots, each hitting two targets; and Python Slayer was the most astounding, once piercing the vital spots of nine alien creatures with a single shot, including a high-energy creature. Of course, much of it was due to luck.
These three were known as the Three Gun Gods due to their fame, but there were also other skilled marksmen who preferred to remain anonymous, such as Dark Lucifer and Proud Eagle. In the following year, a large part of Barrett Walker's marksmanship was learned from the videos of the Three Gun Gods, while many people regretted that Dark Lucifer and Proud Eagle had not left behind any videos.
At this moment, Bruce, despite possessing exceptional marksmanship abilities, lacked the prowess to match, surpassing only the average person. Witnessing such gunplay left him not only astonished, but truly flabbergasted.
Although the three hundred insectoid creatures were lowly and dim-witted, the successive shots had thoroughly cowed them. Momentarily dazed, they quickly poured out of the courtyard, leaving a crowd of wailing people behind.
Hardly anyone dared to provoke the arrogant air of the insectoid creatures now. Their appearance would inevitably mark them as the primary target for annihilation by the insectoids.
Barrett Walker had been conserving his bullets, and now only four remained out of the original twenty. This made him realize one thing: in the Second World, the extraterrestrial creatures were unusually perceptive and adept at covertly commanding their selective strikes against humanity.
As more than fifty gigantic insects surged out of the yard, encircling the area where he was hiding, Barrett Walker knew that his position had been needlessly exposed once again.
In the distance, a pile of old plastic suddenly shifted in the midst of a garbage collection site. Barrett Walker rose from the heap of trash, still hunched over with his gun, maintaining vigilance through the scope. He had been tirelessly searching for the reason behind the exposure, and now, even concealed in the putrid trash heap, his scent had been revealed as if it were broad daylight. Perhaps the covert extraterrestrial creatures had already obtained access to the passcode for this Second World, enabling them to monitor the entire realm in real time.
This was the result that Barrett Walker least wanted to consider, but he dared not gamble. It was simply a human catastrophe. He swiftly led the fifty-odd extraterrestrial creatures in another direction with his gun in hand.
Bruce was hiding within the large building, more than three hundred meters from the military sub-district. His gaze followed the fifty or so gigantic insects as they departed, leaving behind over two hundred within the small stronghold. It would be quite difficult to infiltrate and search for firearms.
With resolve, he turned and followed the group of pursuing creatures, heading towards the enigmatic figure. He wanted to see just how powerful this expert marksman was, and incidentally activated the camera function.
Through the screen, he could only see a distant gray figure moving swiftly through the ruins. It was now the time of dusk, when the sun was about to set and darkness was imminent. The fifty or so gigantic creatures were rampaging wildly, crashing into walls and trees. Although the figure's movements were fast and graceful, they were not quite conventional. Faint traces of military training could be discerned, leading Bruce to conclude that this individual was definitely not a product of systematic military training. It was possible that they were an awakened warrior with such combat prowess, but they should not be appearing in the secular world of the Second World. They should be trained in the Devil's Web.