Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 84

Chapter 84 - Perfect Plan

In the third match, in order to balance out the level of difficulty, Victor turned on the perspective + self-aiming plug-in.

This time, the muzzle of the sniper rifle would automatically aim at the master assassin and simulate the world's top level sniper's hand to follow the target. (Following the target refers to the ability to align the muzzle of the gun with the target and follow it continuously.)

Tyron was shot at twice, but he was left unscathed both times.

His random movements couldn't be perfectly predicted even via computer simulation, and the data given by the system could only reach a 60% hit rate. This was already very low. After all, the computing power that was being used to deal with him alone was already at the trillion-hertz level.

If it had been a human sniper, perhaps only one or two out of ten shots would hit.

Of course, this was a conclusion drawn from the simplest map and the most direct way of fighting--a real sniper would have many more tricks.

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Professional players had many tricks up their sleeves, many of which were kept hidden, making it difficult to predict anything before the start of the match.

And, Victor, as an amateur guest, had no tricks to speak of. At most, he only had the 'beauty' trick.

At the end of the third match, Lieutenant Victor's army boots were taken off, and he stepped barefoot on the dark, cold weaponry. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he said, "Changing ways to bully people all day long..."

Not only that...

When the fourth match came around, the master assassin had somehow worked his magic to steal his baton and left three or four red welts on his chest...

They weren't only tingling, numb, and itchy. The marks that were left made Victor himself feel really turned on when he looked at them.

He blushed all over and said, "You, you..."

Tyron swung the baton back and forth and was quite satisfied with its flexibility. He asked, "Can this thing be made in reality?"

Victor finally cried out, "No! You cannot! It's illegal!"

Tyron sighed, then inserted it into Victor's collar, patted it lightly, and disappeared again.

This time, the Lieutenant had been bullied too fiercely. At the start of the next match, he gave himself the world's biggest flag and said, "My male god said! That after he finishes this match! He'll go back to his home town to watch the ocean! Get married! Get a high retirement fee and remove himself from the industry!"

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A few seconds later, Victor really encountered a stroke of luck!

A bullet just managed to take advantage of all the right conditions and hit the master assassin in the chest despite a 1% chance!

A bright red flower bloomed on his chest, and his health bar directly dropped down to a critical level at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that he would be done for if he was even touched by another bullet!

Victor raised the sniper rifle and shot again, but was unable to land another hit.

Tyron was obviously weakened when he appeared from the shadows this time. He said faintly, "Not bad, little Lieutenant..."

Victor pointed his handgun at the shadows and said, "Come out. It'll be bad if my hand slips and I shoot you by accident."

The master assassin came out of the shadows. He'd taken off his coat, and his black top was covered in dark red blood. His lips were pale and pressed tightly together, his beautiful eyes a little dim.