184: Chapter 184 Who's a Good Samaritan Who Goes to Sea with a Gun?

Yang Ningcong's pupils shrank, and his entire body scraped backward.

Yet with his hands and feet bound, he could only crawl in the mud like a worm, stopping after moving half an inch.

"Don't, don't point it at me."

His voice cracked.

The trace of master-like arrogance he had just now was shot completely clean away by the arrow.

Lin Fan walked up to him.

The crossbow muzzle pointed downward, stopping right in front of his throat.

"Will you talk?"

Two words.

More effective than all the slaps from just now.

Yang Ningcong's lips trembled a few times.

The play-dead plan he had originally thought up was completely useless now.

Playing dead?

Right beside him lay someone truly dead.

If he dared to close his eyes, Lin Fan might just fire another arrow to verify.

What Yang Group, what his dad, what emergency mechanisms—all shriveled into a joke in front of the arrowhead.

Capital could do whatever it wanted in a civilized society.

But it couldn't stop him from dying right now.

Yang Ningcong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the muddy water and smell of blood entering his throat together, choking him into a couple of coughs.

He looked at Lin Fan, his teeth chattering.

"H... Hero, I... I'll talk."

Lin Fan didn't move.

Fearing that Lin Fan hadn't heard clearly, Yang Ningcong hurriedly spoke up again, terrified that being half a beat slower would bring the arrow over.

"That boat of mine... was already equipped before departure..."

Yang Ningcong hadn't even finished speaking.

A line of large characters exploded across Lin Fan's retina once again, this time in crimson.

[Warning!]

[Eleven o'clock direction, distance about three hundred and twenty meters, at the edge of the tree line, an armed person is present.]

[Weapon type: Sniper rifle.]

[Current targeted objective: You.]

[Recommendation: Immediately dive forward and to the right, distance two meters, hugging the ground. Shooting countdown: 1.3 seconds.]

Every hair on Lin Fan's body stood on end at the exact same second.

For some reason, before his brain could even react, his limbs had already moved first.

The crossbow slipped from his hands, his legs kicked off the ground, and his entire body slammed forward and to the right.

His shoulder hit the ground first, wet sand poured into his collar, and his body scraped horizontally across the mud surface.

Yang Ningcong's mouth was still moving: "... My dad was afraid something would happen and hid a set in the boat in advance..."

A bullet tore past less than ten centimeters from the outside of his left shoulder, blowing open a bowl-sized pit in the muddy ground, sending shattered sand and water droplets half a meter high.

The sound arrived afterwards, "Bang..."

Liu Feifei shrieked.

Lying flat in the mud, Yang Ningcong trembled all over, his head instinctively shrinking downward.

After rolling a full circle, Lin Fan propped himself up on the wet sand with his knees, keeping his head very low.

His position was completely exposed on the open beach with no cover around. The nearest reef was seven or eight meters away to his front right.

The crimson characters on his retina blurred together into a patch.

[The shooter is working the bolt, the next shot is expected to fire in 1.8 seconds.]

[Immediately move toward the reef cluster on the front right, distance seven meters. Lower your body below knee height, shift half a step to the left every three steps to disrupt the shooter's prediction. Immediately dive down after nine steps.]

[Running in a straight line is prohibited during movement.]

1.8 seconds.

Lin Fan propped against the ground and bounced up, his knees barely leaving the sandy surface.

Every step followed the line of text in his brain. Three steps, lean slightly to the left. Another three steps, lean again.

After nine steps, Lin Fan threw himself down, and the second gunshot rang out.

The bullet struck less than half a meter behind his left foot. The splashed sand and soil plastered the back of his head.

He didn't look back.

[The shooter's reload speed is about 1.5 seconds. The bullet's impact point deviated by 0.3 meters; the opponent is correcting for windage.]

[Accelerate, shift left one step after three steps, then continue running.]

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and rushed toward the reef.

Five meters, three meters.

[Attention: Dive forward and to the right, then get up and charge straight for the rock mass.]

Boom...

The third shot.

The air by his left ear felt as though it had been cleaved open by something, and a wave of air slapped against his cheekbone, making his skin tingle.

The gunshot only chased after him a fraction of a second later.

Lin Fan lunged into the crevice of the reef pile, rolled half a circle, and his back slammed against a rock.

Pain.

But he was alive.

[Safe, the current position is in the shooter's blind spot.]

[The shooter is about 320 meters away, located high up in the tree line to the northwest, using the tree canopy as a shooting platform.]

Lin Fan pressed his back firmly against the reef, panting heavily.

The cold sweat and muddy water on his forehead mixed together, making his vision slightly blurry.

Three shots, three hundred and twenty meters, every single one missing by just a tiny bit.

Missing by a centimeter, and he would be another corpse on the beach right now.

Entirely thanks to that line of text; who said this system was useless?

A prompt popped up on his retina again.

[The shooter has suspended firing and is adjusting position, attempting to find a new shooting angle.]

[You have a window of about forty seconds.]

Forty seconds.

Lin Fan tilted half his head out from the reef crevice and quickly glanced at the beach.

Song Ya and Liu Feifei were still below the ramp.

Liu Feifei sat paralyzed on the ground, her face completely pale.

Song Ya was half-squatting, her hand supporting the stone wall, looking toward his direction.

"Song Ya! Liu Feifei!" Lin Fan roared.

Song Ya acknowledged.

"Go up! Go up right now!"

Liu Feifei had already fallen apart when she heard the gunshot.

The closest she had ever been to a gun in her life was a prop pistol used for filming.

The stuff those things fired were blank cartridges; loud noise, no power.

The sound of a real gun was completely different.

Short, crisp.

Then the sand exploded, and mud splashed all over her face.

Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and no matter what, she couldn't stand up.

"Hurry and go!" Lin Fan's voice came from behind the reef.

Song Ya grabbed Liu Feifei by the arm and yanked her up from the ground.

"Let's go! Climb up!"

Dragged along, Liu Feifei stumbled a couple of steps and finally regained control of her legs.

With one bare foot stepping into the thick mud, she couldn't care less and ran desperately toward the ramp.

Song Ya gave her a push, but stopped herself and turned her head to look at Lin Fan.

"Lin Fan, what about you then?"

"I'm fine, go up first."

"The gun..."

Song Ya stood in place and didn't leave.

Lin Fan exposed half his face from behind the rock.

"Song Ya, staying here right now will only distract me. Once you go up, do not show your head on the platform."

Song Ya's hands clenched tight and then loosened.

She glanced at Lin Fan—just a single glance—and then turned around to climb the ramp following Liu Feifei.

Liu Feifei had already crawled seven or eight meters, using both hands and feet, her nails grinding audibly against the gravel.

Not daring to look back, her breathless voice drifted down from ahead: "Song Ya, hurry up... hurry up..."

The figures of the two people disappeared around the corner of the ramp.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

A new prompt appeared on his retina.

[The shooter has completed the position adjustment. The new shooting angle can cover the left one-third area of your current cover.]

[Recommendation: Shrink half a meter to the right of the cover.]

Lin Fan shifted half a body-length to the right, curling his entire body into the angle between two reefs.

The space was very small, and the rock walls on the left and right sides protected him just right.

Unless the gunner circled around to directly opposite him, this angle could not be penetrated from the tree line in the northwest direction.

But this also meant he was pinned right here...