pertwk Chapter 50: The Veteran, Packing His Bags...
Chapter 50: The Veteran, Packing His Bags...
"boom--!!"
Even Goto's extremely reinforced bone broadsword was as fragile as a withered branch in the face of the high-explosive ammunition modified by the Eternal Gun Workshop module.
With a sickening cracking sound, the bone knife, powerful enough to slice through a tank, snapped in two.
The immense kinetic energy, carrying the tungsten alloy bullet core, slammed into Goto's chest.
In Pei Qi's view of the UI, the bright red bar representing health above Goto's head suddenly trembled.
Next to the health bar is a row of silver shield icons representing armor value.
Previously, these shields were full.
By controlling muscle hardening, Parasites are considered by Minecraft to be wearing a set of defensive equipment similar to "full-body armor".
But at that moment, with the hit of the shot, most of the row of shield icons shattered instantly.
"Defense has been reduced. It seems that hardened muscles are not invincible after all; their durability has a limit."
Pei Qi watched this scene indifferently, showing no joy despite the successful strike.
Because he knew that for Goto, who possessed five fully regenerated hearts, this was only a minor injury.
Sure enough, it only took a second.
The charred area on Goto's chest began to writhe wildly, with countless buds intertwining and filling in like conscious nematodes.
His eyes showed no fear despite his injury; instead, they burned with an even more frenzied fighting spirit.
"He's reloading."
Goto's beast-like intuition instantly caught Pei Qi's slight pause in movement.
In his view, although human firearms are extremely powerful, they all have an insurmountable fatal weakness: ammunition capacity and reload intervals.
That thick-barreled black gun just spat fire, so its chamber must be empty now.
Even the most skilled special forces soldiers in the world need at least 1.5 seconds to change a heavy drum magazine.
At that distance, 1.5 seconds is enough time for Goto to kill him ten times over.
"You only get one chance!... Die!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Goto instantly reformed the broken bone sword, transforming it into a spiral spear that was even more advantageous for thrusting.
He lowered his center of gravity and used the explosive power of his leg muscles to strike Pei Qi's face like a cannonball!
It's a big gamble.
He was betting that Pei Qi wouldn't be able to pull out a second gun, and also betting that his speed was faster than a human finger.
"Silly kid, who told you I was going to reload?"
Pei Qi's wrist twitched slightly.
The AA-12 in his hand vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
Next frame.
A shotgun with a long barrel, gleaming with the cold luster of wood and metal, appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Remington M870
"If you answer incorrectly, there must be a punishment."
"Bang!"
Another loud gunshot rang out.
Goto's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.
He simply couldn't understand why the other party had produced another gun without even reloading.
It's like playing rock-paper-scissors. After your opponent throws scissors, their hand doesn't even retract before turning into rock.
"Pfft!"
A barrage of No. 12 caliber deer bullets rained down on Goto's face.
The immense kinetic energy instantly interrupted his charge, sending him sprawling backward.
In FPS games, such as older games like CrossFire or Counter-Strike, there is a high-level technique called "weapon switching".
Because some heavy sniper rifles or pump-action shotguns have excessively long firing animations, players have discovered that by quickly pressing the "Q" key to switch to the secondary weapon and then instantly switching back to the primary weapon, they can forcibly cancel the firing animation, thus achieving continuous firing at a much faster rate than normal.
In this real world, Pei Qi doesn't have a "Q key".
But he has an even more unreasonable nine quick item slots.
Furthermore, Minecraft's inventory does not have the restriction of "only one primary weapon can be carried".
裴齐的快捷栏里，除了1号位的库因克和9号位的食物外，剩下的2到8号位，整整齐齐地摆放着7把一模一样的、早已上满子弹的雷明顿M870。
"Bang!"
The first shot was fired. Pei Qi didn't even bother to pull the handguard to chamber a round.
With a thought, a micro-manipulation of the hands.
The first gun disappeared, and the second gun appeared in my hand.
Seamless transition. Zero post-rock.
"Bang!"
Second shot.
"Bang!"
The third shot.
The gun in Pei Qi's hand flashed wildly as if by magic. Each flash was accompanied by a thunderous gunshot.
The pump-action shotgun, which originally had an extremely slow rate of fire and required pulling the lever to fire one shot, was in Pei Qi's hands fired at the rate of fire of a fully automatic machine gun!
"What...what is this...?"
Goto was stunned. He was truly stunned.
His prized reaction speed is meaningless in the face of this "rate of fire" that defies the laws of physics.
Each bullet struck him like a hammer, interrupting his regeneration and tearing his muscles apart.
"As long as I can cut fast enough, my firepower alone is an army!"
Pei Qi's fingers danced in the air, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
"Fourth shot! This is what you call semi-automatic?!"
"Bang!"
Goto's legs were shattered, and he collapsed to his knees in a pool of blood.
His health bar had plummeted from a healthy green to a near-death crimson, leaving him with only a sliver of health.
"The last shot."
Pei Qi looked calmly at Goto, who was kneeling on the ground, his body broken and battered, yet still struggling to regenerate.
He cut out a brand new Remington.
But this gun's paint job was different from the previous black one; the gun body was wrapped with a conspicuous yellow warning tape, and a strange blue suppressor was attached to the muzzle.
This is filled with alchemical ammunition specially made by Pei Qi using GOC black technology combined with the MC brewing station, which is made from weakness and slowing potions and high-pressure injection bullets.
"Bang!"
The sound of this shot was rather muffled.
A massive syringe-like projectile precisely pierced the core of Goto's exposed heart.
"Sizzle—"
A high concentration of Rc inhibitors, mixed with MC's [Weakness Potion] and [Slowness Potion], was instantly injected into Goto's body.
The previously rampant and restless parasitic cells in Goto's body were forcibly frozen in an instant.
The granulation tissue, which was regenerating rapidly, withered and drooped instantly as if it had lost its energy supply.
"Uh...ah..."
Goto's vertical pupils, filled with murderous intent, began to dilate, and his body fell backward uncontrollably.
"Is this... human cunning?"
Goto let out a broken, bellows-like gasp, filled with deep resentment:
"We...we are clearly of a higher order...why...?"
With a final, faint murmur, the powerful body that had commanded five parasitic beasts finally collapsed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Pei Qi glanced at the system notification in his field of vision:
[Target: Goto (Unconscious/Extremely Weak)]
[HP: 3/150]
"Phew... my fingers are cramping from switching weapons so much."
Pei Qi shook his hand and put all the guns back into his backpack.
Looking at the lump of flesh on the ground that was no longer moving but was still crawling towards the secret passage, he sighed softly.
"That's it. It took a bit of speed, but we finally caught a perfect live specimen."
He turned to look at the dark entrance deep in the secret passage, where faint screams could be heard, but soon silence fell.
"I've finished here. I suppose the 'cleaning up' on Arima's side should be done by now, right?"
……
"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."
The secret passage was dark and damp, with only the crackling of the emergency lights emitting a pale, flickering light.
Hirokawa Takeshi, clutching his right shoulder severed by Barrett, staggered as he ran through the puddles.
The dizziness from excessive blood loss made his vision go black in waves, but he dared not stop.
"Just go through this passage... and ahead lies the sewer network... once we get there..."
"Mr. Hirokawa! Watch out!"
That was the last parasite that had been lurking in the shadows, providing backup.
It stood in front of Guangchuan, its tentacles transforming into sharp scythes, staring intently at the white-haired figure slowly emerging from the darkness ahead.
"Who are you! Don't come any closer!"
The parasite roared, trying to mask its inner fear with its voice.
Arima Kishou remained silent.
He didn't even slow down; he simply carried the silver briefcase in one hand, maintaining the leisurely pace of someone strolling through a park.
"Go to hell!!"
Driven to the brink, the parasite launched a surprise attack. Its tentacles shot out like springs, and its scythes, whistling through the air, aimed straight for Arima's throat.
"Too slow."
This was an assessment that wasn't even spoken aloud.
Under Hirokawa Takeshi's gaze, the scene seemed to drop frames.
Arima Kishou's briefcase had been unfolded at some point.
"Whoosh."
There were no flashy special effects, no deafening explosions.
Only a single, cool white line, like moonlight, flashed across the sky.
The parasitic beast, which was leaping in mid-air, suddenly froze. Then, a thin, almost invisible line of blood appeared, running from the top of its head down to its crotch.
"Clatter".
The parasite's body was cleanly split in two, falling to the left and right respectively. The cuts were as smooth as a mirror, even the internal organs were severed in an instant.
Only when the two halves of the body hit the ground did the gushing blood seem to react, splattering onto Hirokawa Takeshi's face.