OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 411: Come Kill Your Professor II

Her bullet sped toward him, closing in within moments.

But Emir wasn't their professor for no reason.

By leaning back slightly, the bullet only grazed the tip of his nose, passing by harmlessly.

He quickly turned and aimed at her, shooting back.

Sofia pressed the trigger once more, willing to 'die' if she could 'kill' him.

TING!

Yet their shots canceled each other out as his bullet intercepted hers just as it exited the chamber, the resulting fragments disabling her rifle.

Emir had anticipated her move and exactly where she would aim, shooting precisely to block her bullet. But that wasn't all, he didn't stop there.

Bang!

Another shot followed, and it got through, heading directly for her head.

He then turned around before the impact, not needing to see her body to know that she was 'dead.'

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The noise attracted a few courageous students, but they were done in a few seconds as he could easily see them all from the roof.

During his killing spree, Arthur and his nerd friend got close to Emir, attempting to set up an ambush.

They positioned themselves on either side of a narrow passage that led to the building where The stood, ready to catch him in a crossfire.

But, Emir anticipated their move, as he had done to others in the past minute.

Silently approaching from above, he dropped down behind the weaker of the two.

Taking out his knife, he stabbed the kid in the back, 'killing' him.

The kid wasn't able to cry out, not because his body was genuinely hurt, but because of the simulation.

His augmented suit forced him onto the ground, and pain was induced in his brain, making it feel as if he had been actually stabbed-something that Emir was used to since early on in his life.

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Arthur didn't notice that his friend had died until it was too late.

Emir already had his scope trained on him.

Bang!

The shot veered off course by a wide margin, exploding against the wall next to Arthur. Crack!

It was a miss way beyond expectation.

Biting your tongue while eating was the perfect example of how one can mess up even with decades of experience.

But that didn't mean that he would miss his target entirely, swallowing his tongue whole!Tsk! Frustrated by the blessed's luck, Emir switched firing modes and pressed down on the trigger. Bullets rained out, creating a circle of destruction around the retreating Arthur, who ran away with his 'tail' between his legs.

But his luck wasn't all mighty, the wheel eventually missed, and by the tenth shot, a bullet managed to hit him in the head, dropping him.

Sighing with relief, Emir reloaded his assault rifle.

Click clack...

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

Quickly, he concealed himself, curious to see how the newcomers would handle the situation.

Surprisingly, it was Max and Elijah who had arrived, their eyes scanning the alley.

"Looks like he's already gone, good job dumb-"

"Shut up!"

Elijah stared daggers at Max, gesturing for the young master to zip his mouth.

There was no need for that, however.

Emir stepped out to greet them, his gun aimed steadily.

"He's behind you!"

Max, a few steps behind Elijah, fired first as he was the one who saw him approach.

"What-?"

Sidestepping, Emir dodged the bullet and now stood behind Elijah, using his body as a shield. "E-Emir? Ugh..."

Still shocked at how quickly everything went down, Elijah was unable to protect himself, allowing his big brother free reign to stab him as he liked.

But to Emir, that would've been a mercy, so instead of doing that, he gripped his neck and lifted him up. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"The fuck am I supposed to do?!"

Max, who had his gun aimed at Emir, screamed his lungs out, losing his cool, however little there was.

The distance between them wasn't even more than a meter, so he was sure that if he sprayed and prayed, wanting to kill Emir through Elijah, he would be 'killed' before he even knew it.

While that was true, his hesitation was his downfall.

"Fa-Fuckit!"

The moment he gave up on thinking and pressed the trigger, Emir kicked Elijah's body onto him, and as they fell to the ground, he gunned them down.

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Now that all the 'named' were dead, Emir decided to quickly end the round.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his ears searching for the sound of distant

footsteps.

'Found you...'

A group of students found themselves in a dead-end alley.

When they turned, realizing too late that they were trapped at the end of the 'map,' their professor appeared at the entrance, his gun aimed at them.

Five shots, and they were down.

There wasn't any exchange of bullets, they were too flustered to shoot back.

Another five tried to hold a fortified position, using debris as cover.

They heard Emir's footsteps but couldn't pinpoint his location, as it was echoing from alley to

alley. Almost as if on purpose. Slowly closing in on them, like a night terror.

Bang!

Then, a shot from behind took out two of them at the same time.

"Dammit! He's here!"

Their leader turned, firing wildly, but Emir was already gone.

"Fuck! Where did he go?!"

He appeared from another angle, taking him out with a single shot.

"R-Run!"

"There's no way we're winning this!"

The last two tried to flee, hoping to regroup with others and he let them go, wanting to use

them as his hound dogs since only the students knew of each other's location.

Emir had no radar or any type of support, not even an information-gathering device.

So to end things quickly, he planned to use the prey against each other. They ran through the winding alleys, trying to get him off their tail, but Emir was relentless, chasing them down while not even giving them any sign of his existence.

Once they reached a far distance, assuming that they had escaped him, they began to walk towards the nearest group.

Identifying their route, Emir tracked the group before they could, finding them in a small

courtyard.

'Blame your friends~.'

Six more precise shots, and they were down.

While this group managed to shoot back, their aim was too imprecise and their reaction was

too late to matter as they had 'died' in a panic.

His hounding dogs noticed the dip in the total number of students left, prompting them to

check the radar only to see that the same group they were heading to was wiped out.

They grew increasingly desperate, rushing to another.

But again, they were late.

Emir's movements were nigh perfect, his tactics simple but incredibly effective.

He predicted everything they did as if he could see the future, easily outsmarting their amateurish ambushes, and striking with accuracy.

In the final moments of the round, the last two students attempted a last-ditch effort to take

him down.

Pretending to be dead, they lay among a few 'dead' students, hoping to catch him off guard

when he returned to 'kill' them, having figured out he was using them as a compass.

It was a tense, unsettling feeling.

The ground was cold, and the air was damp. They could almost smell the blood.

Every gust of wind sent shivers through their bodies, making them flinch repeatedly,

expecting him to appear at any moment...

What they didn't know was that Emir was already there.

In the shadows, hanging off a building, directly above them.

He was moving past but stopped in his tracks once he noticed the increased number of bodies.

After staying there for more than ten seconds, he was sure they were 'alive' basing it on their

rapid breaths.

"Good idea, but no dice."

They opened their eyes and looked up at the source of the voice.

What they first saw was the glint of his rifle's muzzle, but as their gaze moved further up...

"Better luck next time~."

His smile came into view, and it was as wide as could be.

Bang! Bang!