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Dreadful Radio Game (Web Novel) - Chapter 158: Twin Guns
Chapter 158: Twin Guns
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Translator: CatCyan_ Editor: Zayn_
As soon as the gun was fired, Su Bai realized that it was a sudden attack aimed at him. The shooter was an expert at hiding and didn’t take the shot until now, when the time was right.
Su Bai couldn’t dodge without being hurt, but he subconsciously turned around and, “Flop!” The bullet went through his left arm. A severe pain took over Su Bai, and he couldn’t even feel his left arm any more. This was no normal weapon.
Su Bai grabbed Aroma with his right hand and they crouched behind the tomb.
Aroma was born in a military family, and she could tell where the gunshot came from by simply looking at Su Bai’s wound. She said to Su Bai:
“Go back to the car. I’ll buy you some time.”
Su Bai smiled. Blood was running out through his lips. The bullet must have some anti-evil effect because it was messing up with his bloods. If it was just a normal bullet, it wouldn’t hurt Su Bai so much. Luckily, it was several levels lower than the Hellfire Shotgun, and caused no more than just a severe pain.
“Don’t push yourself. He’s good, and he’s after me.”
Su Bai smiled and touched the shotgun by his waist. Problem was, he couldn’t know how far the shooter was from him. The shotgun’s power would be decreased by the distance, and the bullets were too expensive to waste.
He felt really awkward. His enemy was shooting at him, but he had to save his bullets. Felt like Chinese Republic Army in the old times, always counting bullets before a battle.
“I’ll make a phone call.” Aroma took out her cellphone.
“Get down!” Su Bai pushed Aroma down.
“Bang!”
A second gunshot. The tombstone was blown away. Ash and broken stone pieces scattered all over Su Bai and Aroma.
“Wait here, I’ll take care of that guy.”
Right after saying that, Su Bai got up and started running towards where the gun was fired from. Because it suddenly occurred to him that he couldn’t risk Aroma’s life. If he was by himself, he could hang in there and find a chance to take the shooter down without costing too much. But Aroma was here, and she might be hurt if he couldn’t fix this as soon as possible. And it would cost more than just some story points if anything happened to Aroma.
There weren’t many people in this world that Su Bai cared for, just a few friends he ever had.
Standing up and looking around, Su Bai found the shooter beside a wooden cabin which was the cemetery keeper’s office.
“Su Bai! Come back!”
Aroma called from behind.
Su Bai lowered his body a little and started sprinting.
The shooter was refilling calmly and then aiming at him. However, judging by his movements, he was not well-practiced, which was odd for a professional killer. That meant only one thing: this was not his gun, and he was only using it to kill Su Bai.
Su Bai was within 100 meters. The shooter was confident and started aiming at Su Bai through the optical sight.
…
A minivan was parked by the road outside. A man in red suit was sitting inside holding a glass and smelling the wine from time to time.
Around his wrist was tied a piece of gorgeous blood jade. He seemed to be very fond whenever his eyes landed on it. It was priceless. And it was endowed with adequate intelligence by a veteran. As far as Qin Yiming was concerned, it was worth killing another audience who was performing a real world task.
He had always been a total gambler. Even if the difficulty would be raised for him in his next story, he just wouldn’t mind at all. A gambler would always enjoy life while he could, take everything he could grab and care nothing about the future. And he was not worried even if he was very likely to get killed in the next story world. No one could live forever, better take the chance and enjoy.
Qin Yiming was counting the gunshots. After the third shot, he looked out of the window in surprise.
That rifle belonged to Qin Yiming. If the killer could kill Su Bai with that rifle, Qin wouldn’t have to carry all the consequences. He was ready for the punishment for breaking the rules, but he would certainly try his best to reduce the quantity.
In fact, the killer was also a player in the Dreadful Radio Game. Qin Yiming met him in another story world. He was just an experiencer but very capable, so Qin tricked him here by asking him to help kill an ordinary person.
…
“Bang!”
Su Bai was so close to the shooter and the bullet was so fast that he couldn’t dodge. The bullet went through his shoulder and he almost fell down. But he lifted his heel and stepped forward.
The shooter was shocked to see that Su Bai could react so fast and bear so much harm. Immediately, he realized that his target was no ordinary person but another audience!
Apparently, he knew the consequences of attacking another audience without a reason. Once he knew he was framed, he turned around and ran. He didn’t dare to fight Su Bai even though he was a tough fighter since an audience was totally different from normal people.
However, Su Bai just leaned aside, pulled out the Hellfire Shotgun from his waist and pulled the trigger towards the cabin’s wall without hesitation.
“Go to hell…”
The golden particles sprayed from Hellfire Shotgun and cut through the wooden wall. From the other side of the cabin came a sharp scream.
Su Bai staggered into the room and saw the guy. He was already dead, with half of his body blown away and his rifle broken into two. It looked scary and inhuman.
Looking at his shotgun, Su Bai felt a little regretful. If he had known that his Hellfire Shotgun had such a vast range, he wouldn’t have to get so close, and he wouldn’t have to take those bullets which hurt him much more than normal ones.
Just then, on the other side of the cemetery, Qin Yiming got out of the minivan. He was wearing golden gloves and looked weirdly charming, like some girlish movie star. But a movie star was nothing but a pretty face, while Qin Yiming had terrifying real power.
“Why can’t you just die? I’ll have to kill you on my own.” Qin Yiming complained. He looked lazy and relaxed.
Su Bai tottered. He said nothing, just lifted his shot gun and aimed at Qin Yiming.
He must be the one behind everything, from what happened on the way to Suzhou to the thing outside Chu Zhao’s door.
“I thought Dreadful Radio forbid its audiences from fighting against one another?” Su Bai carried the shotgun on his shoulder, leaned against the wall and said in a weak voice, as if he was hurt badly.
“Rules were meant to be broken.”
Qin Yiming walked to Su Bai, faster and faster.
“As long as it’s worth it.”
Su Bai’s look turned cold. He lowered the gun and fired.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Six shots in a row.
Those cost a lot of story points. Of course Su Bai felt bad about throwing them away like this, but this guy was clearly of a higher level and higher completeness, otherwise he wouldn’t be so confident.
When Su Bai fired, the threads of Qin Yiming’s gloves started to strip off. Actually, the threads were not knitted into the gloves but grown out of Qin’s palms, only forming the gloves for a better look.
The threads formed a shield and blocked all the shots. Blocks and blocks of golden particles were impacting on the shield; it looked thin and weak but somehow managed to block all the attacks.
However, Qin Yiming’s hands were bleeding heavily, and his face was ghastly pale.
He stared at Su Bai and his Hellfire Shotgun and asked in astonishment:
“How come you can have such a weapon?!!”
Next, Qin Yiming coughed. Blood ran out of his lips, and pieces of his guts and lungs filled his mouth. The damage was beyond he could imagine.
He had noticed this powerful shotgun, but didn’t expect it to be ten times stronger in power and anti-evil effect than the rifle he lent to the killer.
Of course, a weapon worth less than one hundred story points couldn’t be the rival of one worth a thousand story points.
“Oh, you mean the shotgun? What about it?”
Su Bai said and took out the other Hellfire Shotgun.
Both guns were pointed to Qin Yiming.
