Volume 2, Chapter 27 – Playing Dead? You’re Still a Bit Too Young for That

Bang!

The bullet shot straight into the darkness, but no scream followed. It hadn’t hit anyone.

Anran hid to one side of the doorway and lowered the brim of her cap a little.

Rabion’s corpse was quickly dragged back inside.

Inside the workshop.

Stowe’s heart sank. One hand was pressing down on Aila’s shoulder, while the other held a gun aimed straight at her head.

Aila lifted her head slightly, her gaze moving back and forth between Stowe and Colin. She still seemed a little unable to understand what was going on.

Colin stood in the corner with both fists clenched, his face twisted. He had only just finished questioning Stowe, and who could have expected the situation to reverse so suddenly the very next second?

Seeing Stowe and the other two with faces as dark as water did nothing to improve Colin’s mood.

He was terrified that they would lash out in humiliation and hurt Aila.

Stowe waved at one of his companions.

The man understood and quietly slipped out through the back door.

Colin’s Repair Shop was connected to the neighboring house. If you went out through the back door and circled to the right for a few dozen meters, you could reach the side.

Stowe’s plan was for his companion to attack from the side and catch the other party off guard, then have his own side suddenly provide covering fire.

The other side probably did not have many people either. As long as the attack from the side exposed an opening, they could win in one stroke.

What Stowe regretted most was that everything in this operation had been rushed, and he had not brought any bombs. Otherwise, one bomb would have made the whole world quiet. Why go to all this trouble?

…

For a while, the repair shop fell silent.

Anran had no idea how many Morningstar people were in the workshop, so she did not dare charge in recklessly for the time being.

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She had already started considering whether she should simply turn around and leave while she still could.

Just then, Aila’s voice suddenly came from inside the room. “Dad, what did that person open the door and go out for just now?”

“Hm?”

Anran’s ears immediately pricked up.

Someone had gone out through a door, but no one had come out from the front. That meant they could only have gone through the back door. And if they wanted to circle around behind her, there was only one route.

Her eyes narrowed.

Bang!

Right after the shot, Stowe roared angrily, “Say one more word and don’t blame me for not holding back!”

That shot hit Colin right in the thigh. Colin cried out, then silently clutched his bleeding leg, his gaze fixed on Stowe with pure hatred.

Colin had hated the Morningstar Resistance for more than ten years.

If they had not spent every day stirring up trouble everywhere under the slogan of driving out the Empire and restoring independence, how could his daughter possibly have died?

Now Colin had poured all his feelings into the newly made “Aila.” The moment he saw Aila being held hostage, and even shrinking her neck at the sound of gunfire, he wanted nothing more than to charge forward and fight Stowe to the death.

Stowe hurriedly said to the remaining companion, “Go call him back. I’m worried something might happen.”

He frowned. Although rage was surging inside him like a stormy sea, and he wanted nothing more than to put a bullet straight into the little girl’s head, he still did nothing further after that shot. He needed a hostage.

Aila looked at Colin, who had been shot and was leaning against the wall with his injured leg dragging. For a moment, she did not know what to do.

She had only possessed consciousness for a few days. She did not even understand what happened to a person after they were shot.

She could only stare blankly at Colin.

…

At the entrance of the repair shop.

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The moment Anran heard Aila’s words, she moved.

There was only one route the enemy could take if he wanted to attack from the side. Since he wanted to flank her, she might as well give him a surprise.

Anran ran swiftly to the corner beside a huge dumpster and quietly crouched behind it.

Cap pulled low, gun in her right hand, left hand resting on the hilt of the alloy dagger strapped to her thigh, she even curled her lips into a smile.

Heh heh heh.

The height of the dumpster matched Anran’s size perfectly. Once she crouched down, even someone standing on the other side of it would have a hard time spotting her.

At this moment, the advantage of her small build was on full display.

Tap tap tap…

From amid the distant, chaotic roar of gunfire and artillery, Anran suddenly heard footsteps.

She held her breath.

Stowe’s reaction had already been fast, but it still was not fast enough.

The second companion he sent out had not managed to catch up to the first.

Tap—

A foot suddenly appeared in front of Anran.

Then came the second foot.

He’s here.

Just as the front foot lifted halfway off the ground, Anran exploded into motion.

Her left hand drew the knife, fast as lightning, unleashing a righteous [Backstab], damage +10%. The instant she stood up, the blade plunged straight into the middle of the target’s back.

Anran even tried to cover the target’s mouth so he could not make a sound, but then realized that would be troublesome and would require raising her hand too high, so she immediately gave up on the unrealistic idea. In any case, the target had not made any extra noise.

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“Damage calculation successful. You dealt a fatal wound to the target!”

-428!

A red number floated above the target’s head.

“You killed a Morningstar Resistance soldier and gained 500 experience points.”

Anran slowly let go and propped the corpse against the wall.

Night of the Stars had gore-censorship settings, but those were aimed at players, and each player could adjust the level according to their own tolerance. NPCs did not have that function.

So when she pulled the knife back out, some blood inevitably splashed onto Anran.

Sometimes a knife was more convenient than a gun, because it made no sound, and Anran’s pistol did not have a silencer attached.

After dealing with the troublesome flanker, Anran decided to give them a taste of their own medicine.

With nimble steps, she swiftly darted toward the alley behind the workshop.

But the moment she rounded the second corner, Anran froze for a split second.

Turning the corner and meeting love…

She ran straight into the second man Stowe had sent out.

Both of them moved at the same time.

Raise gun, aim, fire.

Raise gun, kick, blind fire.

Anran was the one who chose the second set of actions.

Bang!

Bang!

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The two shots sounded like one. Anran let out a muffled grunt and immediately grabbed her arm.

That sudden kick had knocked the other man’s shot slightly off target. The bullet skimmed past her arm, leaving behind a burning pain.

That shot cost Anran 17 health points.

Her health became 103/120.

Bang!

Anran fired another shot into the target lying on the ground.

A -246 damage value immediately floated above that “corpse’s” head. The bullet sank into the chest cavity, resulting in a severe injury judgment.

“You killed a Morningstar Resistance soldier and gained 480 experience points.”

Anran gave a cold snort and stepped right over the corpse.

Trying to play dead in front of Boss Anran, who had a game interface, you were still Too Young.

If she killed too many people at once, there might still be a fish that slipped through the net. But right now there was only one of you. That was just too tragic!

…

When Stowe heard the gunshots from inside the workshop, his heart sank at once.

Because he could tell the shots had come from near the back door.

That meant the two men he had sent out had most likely already died.

The moment that thought occurred to him, Stowe unconsciously pressed harder on Aila’s shoulder and aimed his gun at the back door at the same time.

“?”

Aila lifted her head and looked at Stowe with some displeasure.