Night World Players

Chapter 10: Single Action Rapid Fire Master
After entering the secret door and walking down a flight of stairs, a dim corridor comes into view.

The corridor was empty, and there were no guards protecting the secret room as Hiltina had expected.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, this makes sense. After all, this is just a small cult that has only been established for half a year.

Being able to set up a secret door mechanism and send sentries to patrol outside the manor is already the limit... If they really want to make it as heavily guarded as the secret base in the movies, where one needs to pass seven or eight checkpoints before entering, it would be too difficult for these self-made cultists.

Last and Hiltina walked through the dark corridor, the dim lights on the walls beside them flickering.

"By the way, as long as your chariots reach the third level, they will all have the same combat power as before?"

Luster asked.

What he said before was not a lie. The lethality displayed by Hiltina in the previous battle was indeed beyond Last's expectations.

Although the name of the chariot series shows that it is very powerful, and Hiltina is two levels higher than herself.

But the sound of a lightsaber splitting bullets... in this night world with only revolvers and bolt-action rifles, it's really a bit over the top.

In comparison, his long steps in the tower that could only exert mental intimidation were like a child picked up by the Night World and the Lord of Silence.

Which groove does this job balance?
Last couldn't help but recall the numerical planner in his previous life's game company, who usually didn't say a word but occasionally showed an evil smile at the screen.

"Chariot is just the long rank of the sequence I belong to, not my name."

The ahoge on Hiltina's head twitched.

"And it's not as exaggerated as you think. I am a special case of the third level... At most, I have to experience the reverberation of the night world once more, and then I will be able to cross the ladder and go one step further."

"Also, in order to avoid any accidents, I activated my own Night Blade in addition to the ability of the Chariot Series."

"Nightblade?"

"Well, Nightblade - 'The sharp blade bestowed by the night world on its followers', that's how I understand the name."

Xiltina thought for a moment and explained, "If we compare different sequence lengths to different professions, even if you don't enter the night world, you can still become a professional through knowledge inheritance, role-playing and training."

"Then the Night Blade is the blessing and protection bestowed by the Night World on its followers. It is also the unique ability of every Night Traveler."

"As far as I know, there has never been another identical Nightblade."

She paused for a moment and said, "When you leave this historical remnant and become a night traveler, you should be able to obtain your own unique night blade."

"It is said that the Night Blade is the embodiment of the mental landscape of every night traveler. To be honest, it is quite curious to know what kind of Night Blade your inner world will reflect."

Of course, the premise of all this is that we can really get out of Deep Blue Harbor alive this time.

Hiltina did not say this out loud, but both of them knew it.

……

At the end of the corridor is a closed door.

Through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the light behind the door.

Luster walked to the door, took out the silver revolver, and pointed it at the bolt.

boom--

The bolt was broken and the door opened.

"Don't move, Xicheng District Patrol Bureau."

"On orders from Councillor Tallis, search this criminal den."

Behind the wooden door was a stone altar, and in the center of the many ritual instruments and offerings was a black iron sculpture. A middle-aged man dressed as a fisherman was standing in front of the altar arranging the ritual items. When he saw the two people breaking in, hatred flashed in his eyes.

"It's that old Tallis again!"

"I knew he would covet the Lord's holy relic."

"Even if the ritual fails, I will never let him succeed."

As he spoke, the middle-aged fisherman interrupted the ceremony arrangements, reached out and grabbed the shotgun beside him, and did not aim at Last and Hiltina, but pointed directly at the sculpture in the center of the altar.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—

Six short bursts of gunfire followed.

It was not the cult leader dressed as a fisherman, but Rust who fired the first shot.

The first three bullets pierced the middle-aged man's left and right wrists, as well as his spine on the side, causing the gun in his hand to fall and his torso and face to twist in pain.

Then, his painful expression froze.

Two shots in the chest and one in the head.

Mozambique shooting method.

The remaining three bullets hit the man's vital points accurately, causing blood to splash out and taking his life away.

"So accurate." Hiltina's brown eyes narrowed slightly.

Simply having good marksmanship was nothing to her. Relying on the physical fitness bonus brought by the tank sequence, Hiltina got full marks in every live-fire shooting test at Star University.

Kolast was using a single-action revolver, and the six shots that emptied the magazine in two seconds had already exceeded the theoretical upper limit of the firing rate of this old-style revolver.

The only explanation is that he used a shooting technique called "single-action rapid fire". Hiltina's shooting instructor once mentioned this technique. The principle is to form a continuous shooting rhythm between the finger pulling the hammer and pulling the trigger, thereby greatly reducing the shooting interval.

However, while single-action rapid-fire requires extremely high proficiency, it is essentially just a water-splashing technique that replaces accuracy with rate of fire for fire suppression. If one or two out of six shots hit the target, it is considered a success.

However, Rast used this method of splashing water to achieve the accuracy of aimed shooting.

There is no doubt that compared to the skills he had demonstrated before, such as cocktail making and carving... this is the talent that Rast has honed and carved thousands of times in the endless cycle of Deep Blue Harbor, and it is truly engraved in his bones.

"I can't help it. After all, when it comes to self-entertainment, what could be more exciting than sniping against the police and the Royal Navy in the whole city?"

He rotated the cylinder on the side of the gun and ejected the shells one by one: "With more shooting, even a simple shooting skill can become a master."

Last felt that if he had not been tirelessly researching new ways to play and new tricks in Deep Blue Harbor... from RPG to FPS, from Red Dead Redemption to Vice City, and from playing Batman to COSing the Joker, he would probably have gone crazy in this hopeless cycle.

"So, the evil deeds just now were also part of your self-entertainment? You even want to deceive a dead person." Hiltina glanced at the fallen cult leader.

Until his death, this unfortunate fellow believed that the destruction of his sect was all the fault of Senator Talis, whom Hiltina had never met.

"That's not true."

Last shook his head: "After all, he is the leader of this evil cult. In other words, he is the follower of the evil god..."

"Although the probability is low, we never know if the evil god will bring his followers back to life."

"Now that we've fooled him like this, even if he does come back to life, he won't come to us first, but will go to Congressman Tallis to settle the score."

"It sounds like it's even more evil."

(End of this chapter)