William left the Hotel and returned to his rented place. Normally, no one would look for trouble without reason, as it's easy to get into an accident.
William, who had found some free time, looked at his upgraded phone. His permissions had increased, and he could now see more information. However, this also meant his situation was no longer safe.
He found that he seemed to be on a bounty list as well. Compared to others, it wasn't expensive; a price of $100,000 was naturally nothing compared to the ruthless individuals high up on the list. But for William, it was dangerous enough.
Moreover, this bounty came out of nowhere. William thought about his recent actions. He didn't seem to have disturbed anyone! He was just quietly cleaning. How well-behaved!
Looking at his skill panel, William sought help, seeking peace of mind.
The pistol transformation gun level was still one, but its applicable range had become much wider. The main skills were 【Bloodhound】 and 【Blurred Vision】.
【Bloodhound Lv1】: As you deal with more and more people, blood dyes your eyes red. You can now see faint blood energy.
William tried it and could see blood energy within about 3m. A faint red translucent line appeared in his vision. William understood how useful this skill was for cleaning bloodstains. Following it would cure his damn obsessive-compulsive disorder and raise the progress bar to 100%.
At the same time, William felt his nose had become much more sensitive. However, it seemed only his sensitivity to blood had increased.
【Blurred Vision】: Long hours of work have caused your eyesight to decline. But similarly, 'when you can't see others, others can't see you.' Your presence has decreased.
William found this to be a passive skill. There was a small chance of being ignored. The more people there were, the better the effect. But his eyesight had indeed declined. Anyone who didn't know would think he had activated a Mangekyo Sharingan.
However, this small problem clearly didn't affect William's actions. Wouldn't it be fine to just get a pair of glasses?
So, after leaving the Hotel, William first went to get a pair of glasses. Honestly, he looked much more peaceful with glasses on, instantly becoming a good gentleman.
Next, William began to look for the reason for his bounty. It was surprisingly simple. The community was discussing this matter. As the only two survivors of the bar incident, one was Bai Ge and the other was him. Naturally, many people were unhappy with him. On one side, the job wasn't fully completed, and on the other, for such a shameful incident, how could there still be survivors talking nonsense outside?
What? You, William, didn't say anything? No, I think you did, so you did. So, a big shot here paid $100,000 to silence him. On the other side, seeing that his survival could make you uncomfortable! Why didn't you say so earlier! So now, they are coordinating.
The result of the coordination was that the bounty would be withdrawn in two weeks. William heard that Bai Ge also contributed to this matter. After investigating Bai Ge, William finally understood why that big shot had a different fate than him.
Bai Ge, an intelligence organization spanning multiple cities. Most of the time, it only did documentation work. So, the peaceful Bai Ge became a symbol of death. As long as they appeared, it basically meant a major bloodbath was about to happen. That's why the bar owner's face was so ugly at the time.
Therefore, William quickly understood what his next task was. It was to hide for two weeks. Well, he estimated that many people would want his head for the reward.
First were the gold coins in his hand. The few gold coins from the Hotel flipped between William's fingers, like a butterfly flitting through flowers. There were only three in total, which was definitely not enough. The Hotel's protection fee only lasted for three days per coin, so after nine days, he would still have to leave.
So William quickly gave up on that idea. It was better to rely on himself. He looked outside. It was all calm.
It was a very ordinary street. Although he had only been there for two days, William hadn't found any problems. However, seeing the rampant behavior on both sides, William was worried that someone might be hiding in the stairwell to shoot him.
What does paranoia look like? William spent some time proving his caution. The door was blocked by a sofa, leaving a gun barrel. The curtains were all drawn, never opened. The door lock was also arranged to require forced demolition.
The gun was also placed nearby. It could be said that he was well prepared. William sat on the edge of the bed with a determined expression, ready to face the upcoming trouble. Soon, the first day passed like this.
Time passed like this for a week. Thanks to his previous caution, there were enough living supplies in the room.
The car parked in the spot was already covered with a layer of dust. The entire room looked uninhabited. During these days of reduced activity, William was not idle. He spent enough time every day assembling guns. He felt terrifyingly strong now, capable of fighting Ah Zu!
In a real fight, the speed of reloading is the guarantee of continued life. Thinking of this, he assembled more seriously.
Outside the window, the sun gradually disappeared, and the sky darkened once again. In a building not far away, a killer who had been setting up a sniper rifle for a long time sighed and skillfully disassembled the gun. He packed it into his bag. He felt that his proficiency with this gun had increased significantly these days. What was going on! He really just holed up! He hadn't left the door once in a week. The curtains were never opened. He didn't even turn on the lights at night. If he hadn't spent money to get information about William's whereabouts, he would have thought no one was inside.
He decided not to come tomorrow. This week had delayed so many of his plans. Before leaving, he looked again at William's place. He had remembered this name this time. The information cost him 10,000. It was a pity. If he walked over and engaged in close-range combat directly, he wouldn't dare. After all, if such a cautious guy said there were no preparations at the door, he wouldn't believe it at all.
With a prepared mind against an unprepared one, he was also afraid of something happening to himself. The idea of going all out at the drop of a hat was either for a big shot or someone who played too many games.
William didn't know these things. He had maintained a good routine and was ready to rest on time. Fatigue was also a great enemy of the body, and as a steady person, he naturally wouldn't put himself in danger when the situation was unclear.
William had just closed his eyes and slept for an unknown amount of time when he heard the sound of a bucket being kicked over. He suddenly opened his eyes and dodged behind the makeshift cover by the bed.
The killer outside the door looked speechless. He silently tightened the suppressor, put the bag behind him in the corner, and prepared to force his way in. The person who arrived was precisely the sniper who should have retreated from the rooftop.
