Chapter 183
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 183
Chapter Title: Target Elimination
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It was a direct hit.
- Thunk! -
There was no way the sound could have reached all the way here.
But somehow, just watching the hole punch through the bastard's head and his skull shatter like that...
Even without hearing it directly, it felt like the sound of a watermelon bursting open.
'Come to think of it, is it really any different from a watermelon exploding?'
I immediately lined up the next target in my sights and pulled the trigger.
Aiming Skill Lv.2, Marksmanship Lv.2, Reloading Skill Lv.2, Weapon Mastery Lv.1, and various other passive skills had turned me into a true long-range sniper marksman.
The enemies were still standing around in bewilderment, completely failing to grasp what was happening.
Even after one of their comrades got sniped and dropped dead, these idiots were too stunned to react properly or take cover—they deserved to die.
- Bang! Click. -
- Bang! Click. -
By the time I'd taken out the third one's head,
they finally seemed to realize that bullets were flying in from somewhere, harvesting their skulls.
They started screaming and shouting, scrambling behind cover.
But they were hiding in completely the wrong direction.
'You morons, that's not where you should be hiding. You still haven't figured out where the shots are coming from, huh?'
- Bang! Click. -
- Bang! Click. -
It reminded me of my early days in Tower Layer 2's Battlegrounds 2, when I couldn't pinpoint the sniper's position.
I'd been just as clueless back then, failing to respond properly.
'If you don't know, then die. That's how you learn—through death.'
After I popped two more heads, they finally seemed to pinpoint the direction the bullets were coming from.
They weren't all complete idiots, apparently.
No more sniper angles available now.
Time to relocate.
"They've hunkered down so tight not even a hair's showing. Can't snipe from this angle anymore. ...HQ, do you copy? Moving to secondary sniper point."
I stowed the sniper rifle in my Subspace Storage and pulled out the Flying Skateboard again, hopping on.
Then I zipped off at high speed toward the secondary sniper point.
While en route, I heard Seo-yeon's urgent voice over the comms.
"Kill on sight if possible. We don't need any male prisoners."
'Roger that? Seo-yeon's been watching a lot of movies. As an apocalypse novel enthusiast, she's picked up all sorts of lingo.'
"Okay. Pursue and confirm kill."
The three drones hovering at around 2km altitude—judged to be out of the enemies' visual range—were camouflaged and appeared as tiny specks from that distance, making them undetectable.
Hye-jeong, Seo-yeon, and Hye-yeon were each controlling one.
After the op started, two of the three drones waiting at 2km had peeled off to pursue the fleeing enemies.
When attacking, they'd probably drop down below 200m to lob grenades or bombs, then climb back up for safety.
"Any other runners?"
Hye-jeong referred to herself in the third person to report none.
'Hmm, hearing Hye-jeong call herself "Hye-jeong" feels kinda off. After this op, we should assign proper callsigns.'
This was our first real operation, and there were quite a few rough edges showing.
We'd iron them out over time.
No one's perfect from the start.
Building up military tradition through incremental real-world experience and feedback like this was key, or so Kondo Muuji—the military expert from Tower Layer 3's Absolute Dick World—had told me.
- BOOM! -
An explosion echoed from far off.
Seo-yeon must've nailed one with a drone-modified grenade, complete with tail fins.
The reason for adding fins to grenades and bombs? The rebel minions from Layer 3 and the scientist Pussy Slaves from Layer 5 insisted it improved drop accuracy due to some aerodynamic principle.
I didn't need to understand the physics; I just nodded.
Seo-yeon said he looked dead, but better safe than sorry.
I hated thinking something was dead only to get backstabbed later.
"If it doesn't look completely dead, always confirm-kill first. Same next time. Confirm-kill unless the head's detached, heart or brain fully destroyed, or at least two limbs severed."
About 40 seconds later, another distant boom.
- BOOM! -
Five seconds after, Seo-yeon's follow-up.
Five from me, one from Seo-yeon.
Nine left.
Thanks to the Flying Skateboard, I effortlessly weaved through the abandoned cars clogging the roads.
I even slipped through alleys and zombie-infested paths when needed, arriving safely at the secondary point.
If the primary sniper point was north of their hideout, this one was east.
'Almost there. That building.'
The secondary point was a squat three-story building.
I'd already cleared the zombies yesterday with a suppressed rifle, nice and quiet.
I bounded up the stairs to the rooftop in one go.
I approached the rooftop railing, perfect for mounting the sniper rifle.
Just as I arrived at the secondary point, double-checked for threats (mostly zombies), and reached into Subspace Storage for the rifle—
- BOOM! BOOM! -
Explosions rocked near the enemies' hideout.
A few seconds later, Hye-jeong's excited voice crackled from the college detective badge.
Hye-jeong hit the jackpot from overhead.
Neutralized five at once—or sent them straight to the afterlife.
Or at least doomed them to it soon.
"Okay. Prioritize drone safety. I'll handle the stragglers. Tell Hye-jeong she did great taking out five at once—good job. Amazing work. I'll give her a kiss when we get back."
Even over the radio, I could sense Hye-jeong getting flustered by the praise.
Lately, she'd adapted to the aphrodisiac-laced semen, so she wouldn't frown or act shy when I complimented her blowjobs, pussy skills, or cum-swallowing.
But this kind of praise brought out a cute gap in her—adorably embarrassed.
Was it because she felt genuine pride, and my words amplified it?
She could feel proud about sucking dick or eating cum too, y'know.
Seo-yeon beams with pride and blushes at such praise...
Hye-yeon seems a bit proud lately too, as she's changing.
- BOOM! -
- BOOM! -
Two explosions, staggered, from afar.
"Okay. Tell Hye-yeon good job, thanks for the hard work. Same to Seo-yeon from earlier."
"Time to wrap up. Stay sharp to the end. Enemies... three left? Confirm."
"Okay. I'll approach their hideout slowly."
After I announced I'd approach the hideout, some garbled chatter erupted among the Pussy Slaves on comms—hard to make out.
Not directed at me; they were talking among themselves.
"HQ? Couldn't catch that. Speak up."