novelslam The information in Chapter 19 is false!
The information in Chapter 19 is false!
To deal with an enemy whose position is so exposed, Fang Jianqiu doesn't plan to use any complicated tactics.
Find a shelter with a wide enough field of vision; this is the most crucial step.
After all, although he had the ability to steal healing items, this wasn't a game, and there were no health bars. If he got shot in the head, his chances of survival would be slim.
Once you've found cover, it's all about target practice.
Fang Jianqiu crouched low and quickly made his way through the green belt beside the road, his gaze fixed on a landscape stone altar about forty meters to the right of the manor gate.
This stone altar is made of thick granite, about waist-high for an adult, and the stone is thick enough to stop all rifle bullets of that era.
Fang Jianqiu ran over quickly, slid down behind the stone altar, and tried to peek out.
The location is excellent.
From here, the manor gate and the main house entrance are clearly visible.
The stone altar is flanked by open lawns on both sides, with no trees or bushes to hide in.
This means the enemy cannot flank him unless they want to be sitting ducks on the open grass.
Fang Jianqiu nodded, quite satisfied with the position.
He removed the guns from his back one by one, gently placing them on the flat surface at the top of the stone altar, with the butts against the stone and the muzzles pointing towards the manor.
Then, he pulled a row of bullets from the bullet belt at his waist; the brass casings gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the moonlight.
Fang Jianqiu slowly picked up a Winchester rifle and pushed open the loading port on the side of the gun with his fingers.
"Click".
The first bullet was pushed in with the thumb.
"Click".
The second one.
His movements were skillful and swift; his fingers exerted force, the spring compressed, and metal clashed.
Each soft sound represents a death about to be delivered.
Soon, the magazines of all three lever rifles were full. Fang Jianqiu pulled the bolt, and the sound of a bullet being chambered was crisp and pleasant.
Everything is ready.
At that very moment, the people in the manor were unaware that their lives were counting down as someone loaded a bullet.
The four people at the gate were still chatting idly.
Tom leaned against a stone pillar, holding an oilcloth in his hand, wiping the already clean rifle over and over again.
The three people sitting next to Tom exchanged glances as they looked at him.
"This white guy definitely has something wrong with his brain."
One of the fat guys, named Bill, muttered something under his breath, then turned to look at the tall, thin guy next to him.
"Hey, I heard that Jack killed another woman the day before yesterday."
The tall, thin man exhaled a smoke ring, his expression one of complete indifference.
"Hey, he's a pervert too. He doesn't play with any of the prostitutes in the town's pubs, but he insists on picking women who are skinny. He says that's what gives him a sense of conquest."
"Well, that's what I thought too."
Bill threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stomped on it, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.
"But, I gambled away all my money a while ago and couldn't afford to go to the tavern, so I tried dating a female factory worker and actually learned a thing or two about it."
The other two immediately leaned over, curious to know what it was. Even Tom, who had been silent, hesitated for a second while wiping his gun.
"Tell me quickly, what's the secret?" the tall, thin man urged.
Bill cleared his throat, preparing to impart his so-called experience:
"Hehe, that is..."
"Bang!"
A loud bang interrupted Bill's words and his life.
The shot came without warning.
Fang Jianqiu's Winchester rifle spewed out a huge burst of fire.
The 200% damage bonus from the Hextech rune "Show Your Sword" transforms this otherwise mediocre rifle bullet into a bloody work of art.
The bullet pierced precisely into Bill's open mouth.
Unlike a typical gunshot that leaves a small hole, Bill's head exploded like a rotten watermelon hit by a sledgehammer.
Red blood, white brain matter, and fragmented bone shards sprayed out in a fan shape.
The tall, thin man sitting opposite him didn't even have time to react before he was sprayed all over his face and body, the warm, foul-smelling liquid blurring his vision.
The tall, thin man froze. He stared, mouth agape, at the headless corpse before him, his mind blank.
The corpse hadn't fallen yet; it remained seated, blood bubbles still oozing from the severed neck.
The next second, fear surged through the tall, thin man's body like an electric current.
"Fuck! They're really here!"
Surprisingly, Tom, who was standing to the side, reacted the fastest.
The instant the gun went off, he didn't even look to see who had died. His body reacted instinctively, and he lunged to the side, hiding behind the massive stone pillar.
Therefore, he narrowly escaped death.
"Bang!"
A second shot followed immediately.
The bullet struck the stone pillar where Tom was hiding.
Gravel flew everywhere.
The hard granite pillar was blasted into a deep crater the size of a bowl, and stone chips flew everywhere like shrapnel.
"They dodged pretty fast."
Fang Jianqiu raised an eyebrow and muttered something under his breath.
He was not annoyed by missing the shot. Without pausing, he immediately pulled back the lever to eject the spent cartridge and chamber a new round, turning the muzzle slightly.
The tall, thin man with his face covered in brain matter finally remembered to run. He had just stood up from the ground, his legs still trembling.
"Bang!"
The third shot.
The bullet struck the tall, thin man in the left cheek.
The immense kinetic energy tore half of his face apart; his chin, along with half of his teeth and tongue, vanished instantly.
The tall, thin man let out a muffled scream and fell heavily to the ground.
He is not dead yet.
He rolled wildly on the ground, covering his face, which was now riddled with bloody holes, with blood gushing from between his fingers, staining the gravel path beneath him.
The pain made him want to scream, but because he had lost his jaw and tongue, he could only make strange, bellows-like "hoho" sounds.
In the office on the second floor of the manor.
Hans was hiding under the large oak desk.
As soon as the first shot rang out, he threw down his wine glass and scurried under the table like a frightened mouse.
The gunfire outside paused for a few seconds.
With a trembling body and a little courage emboldened by the alcohol, Hans slowly peeked out from under the table.
He climbed to the window and carefully pulled back the curtains a crack, wanting to see what was happening outside.
Just then, he saw the tall, thin man's face being smashed open.
He witnessed with his own eyes half of the security guard's face fly off like a rag doll, and then the man rolled on the ground in agony.
"Oh, God..."
Hans was so frightened that his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a thud, then scrambled backward. He felt a wet patch on his crotch, and the smell of urine filled the room.
At this moment, the security guards who were enjoying good food and drink every day at the entrance of the mansion finally realized what was happening.
The instinct for survival overcame their fear, and they grabbed the rifles at hand and began to fight back.
"Where are the enemies?! How many are there?!"
Someone shouted loudly, their voice trembling noticeably.
"Can't you see that huge fire?! It's right behind that stone altar!"
Mark hid behind a Roman column and shouted in Fang Jianqiu's direction.
"Fuck, two people died in one go, at least five of them! One person couldn't generate that kind of firepower!"
"Stop worrying about everything else, fight back first! Otherwise, we're all dead!"
These security guards, after all, were professionals in this field; even in the chaos, they maintained a degree of order.
None of them stood foolishly in the open; instead, they quickly dispersed and sought cover.
Some hid behind the pillars of the porch, while others lay prone under the handrails of the steps.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunfire erupted in the manor.
Several rifles fired simultaneously, the flames spewing from their muzzles standing out conspicuously in the night.
The smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air, mixed with the stench of blood, stimulating everyone's nerves.
Not a single bullet managed to hit the stone altar where Fang Jianqiu was hiding.
Fang Jianqiu pulled his head back, leaned against the stone wall, and sneered.
What I'm afraid of is that you won't fight back.
He calmly loaded two more bullets into the rifle in his hand.
Although that volley of fire was exciting, most of it was just random shooting, purely for the sake of boosting morale.
Fang Jianqiu suddenly poked his head out; this was the moment he had been waiting for.
There was only one security guard left at the main gate. He had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, but now that he saw his companions opening fire, he felt safe and was preparing to get up and run back.
Fang Jianqiu raised his hand and fired a shot.
"Bang!"
The bullet struck the man precisely in the kidneys.
The unfortunate man's body stiffened abruptly as the immense destructive force shattered his kidneys and spine.
He didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground, twitching twice before becoming still.
At this point, of the four security guards at the main gate, three were dead and one was on the run.
Tom huddled behind the stone pillar, listening to the sound of his companions falling to the ground outside, his lips twitching.
He held the gun tightly to his chest, his finger on the trigger, but he dared not peek out.
He has no intention of retaliating at all.
He didn't know how many people were on the other side, but he knew one thing.
There was a guy who was incredibly accurate with his gun; every shot was deadly, aimed straight for vital organs.
"You son of a bitch Mark! How could those lowly laborers possibly have marksmanship like that?!"