Chapter 88 Precision Shooting
When a man encountered a beautiful woman, his first thought was always to have sex with her.
And when he got a good weapon, he always wanted to test its power.
Moreover, Steven got a sniper rifle, something that ordinary people in the Astralium Kingdom couldn't even dream of, let alone use to shoot people.
"Let's see how good it is!"Steven pulled out the sniper rifle from the extradimensional space and started aiming down from the 24th-floor balcony.
The 8x scope was incredibly clear; what looked like tiny ants from the 24th floor now appeared vividly.
Steven held his breath to prevent his exhalation from fogging up the scope.
The seven people who had escaped were trudging back through the snow, moving slowly, making it easy for him to aim.
He suppressed his excitement and pulled the trigger, aiming at one person's back.
For some reason, the moment the bullet left the chamber, he had a strange feeling—this bullet would definitely hit!
The gunshot was exceptionally clear in the silent night.
Who knew how many people were startled awake from their uneasy sleep by the sound?
Through the scope, Steven saw the person fall to the ground, blood staining a large area of the snow.
'How am I so accurate? Could I be a genius?' He thought with excitement.
Steven was both surprised and delighted. He originally just wanted to test the gun and didn't have high hopes.
But to his surprise, he hit the target in one shot!
'What was that strange feeling just now?' Steven was a bit puzzled.
But he didn't have time to think about it; the others, hearing the gunshot and seeing their comrade fall, sped up in fear.
Steven quickly reloaded and aimed at the next person.
As he focused intently on one person, that magical feeling appeared again.
Another shot rang out, and another person fell.
This time, Steven understood. His ability to hit targets from the 24th floor wasn't a coincidence; it was a talent!
To be precise, it was some kind of special ability.
He muttered to himself, "It seems my awakened ability is not just the extradimensional space. Its potential just hadn't been discovered."
But one thing was certain: his superpower was definitely related to space.
This made him a natural-born sharpshooter.
He used to fight at close range with crossbows and pistols, so he hadn't noticed this ability, just thinking his shooting felt good.
Now, with a sniper rifle, the feeling was particularly pronounced.
Steven was very excited. In the apocalypse, having one more ability meant one more chance of survival!
He reloaded and aimed again, this time at someone's head!
The gunshot echoed, and he saw the person's head explode into a cloud of blood!
It was confirmed; this was indeed a powerful precision shooting ability!
Steven was overjoyed and began shooting at the remaining people.
With each shot, he quickly chambered another round. The gunshots echoed throughout the neighborhood.
One shot per person; the few remaining people didn't have time to escape, and all died halfway back.
Seven bodies lay in the white snow, their blood staining large patches of red, looking particularly striking.
Steven couldn't stop smiling. From now on, he could hide and be the strongest sniper, ambushing others!
Meanwhile, the neighbors downstairs, hearing the gunshots and seeing James and the others fall one by one, looked on in horror.
"The gunshots are coming from upstairs!"
"Upstairs, it must be Steven!"
"From such a distance, it can't be a handgun; it must be a sniper rifle."
"Oh my God, from that far, one shot, one kill—Steven is a sharpshooter!"
Everyone was stunned and also felt a wave of fear.
With Steven's skill, killing them would be as easy as squashing an ant.
They automatically imagined that Steven might be a hidden elite soldier in the city.
Otherwise, how could he have such good marksmanship?
"It looks like we better listen to Steven from now on."
"Yeah, we're alive now because Steven isn't angry."
Human imagination was terrifying. At this moment, they were in awe of Steven.
And it wasn't just them.
The midnight gunshots woke up the entire neighborhood.
Steven's sniper rifle didn't have a silencer, but anyone with some knowledge in this area could tell it wasn't a handgun making that noise.
In a time when a handgun could rule a building, having a more powerful rifle, even a sniper rifle, would be terrifying!
Steven put away the sniper rifle and rubbed his shoulder.
The continuous shooting made his shoulder sore.
Luckily, he was in good shape; otherwise, his shoulder might hurt for days.
That night, many people probably couldn't sleep.
Henry messaged Steven, asking if he had fired the gun.
Henry had been in the military, so he immediately recognized the sound as a sniper rifle.
Steven didn't hide it and said, "I got it from the police station today."
Henry curiously asked, "Have you been in the military before?"
Steven's marksmanship was too sharp. In Henry's eyes, he was definitely at the level of a top military shooter!
He smiled, "I just have a talent."
Henry thought Steven didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press further. He just said, "As long as it was you, if it were someone else, we'd be in danger."
Steven chatted with him briefly, then went back to his room and fell asleep on his warm, soft bed.
The next day, he slept until after nine, got up to wash, and let Elinor out of the room.
"Let's make something to eat! I want freshly made food. How about some pasta?" Steven said to Elinor.
She smiled, "My cooking isn't as good as a restaurant's."
He shrugged indifferently, "Then practice more; we have plenty of time."
He had eaten restaurant food for so long that he occasionally wanted some homemade dishes for a change of pace.
Elinor obediently went to the kitchen, and soon, she brought out two plates of pasta.
Steven took a bite; it tasted pretty good.
By the way, Steven had installed surveillance cameras throughout the house, including the kitchen.
He also provided the ingredients.
As for Elinor, the first day she came in, Steven thoroughly checked her inside and out.
Even now, Steven checked her body daily, examining every inch thoroughly from the inside out.
Thus, he eliminated any possibility of Elinor poisoning him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't eat anything she brought him.
As she sat at the table, Elinor curiously asked, "I heard gunshots yesterday. Were you shooting from the balcony?"
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