Chapter Nineteen: Marksmanship Level 3!

The pitch-black, deep tunnel was silent until the rhythmic clacking of a train broke the stillness. As the sound grew louder, a single-car train finally pulled into the first platform.

Hiss!

The train came to a halt. Two figures dressed in black combat gear, their faces obscured by matching black gas masks, stepped out.

"Captain! They've returned. Should we...?"

"Wait! They have the Red Queen motherboard in their possession! That is the specific item the higher-ups demanded. If we act now, we risk damaging it. Secure the motherboard first, then we deal with them!"

The assault team, which had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerged. Their movements were calm and collected, showing no hint of the hostility brewing beneath the surface. Indeed, as far as this assault team was concerned, James’s group could not possibly know they had already been abandoned. Some team members even cast pitying, derisive glances at the two men before them. *They probably don’t even know what they did wrong before they die,* they thought.

"Mission accomplished?"

"Mission accomplished," James replied, his voice low.

He cast a subtle, sweeping glance at the assault team. Their movements appeared perfectly normal, yet having once been one of them, James could clearly sense the tension in their muscles beneath their composed facade. This was the posture of men ready to strike at any moment. There were no enemies in sight on the platform, so who were they preparing to engage?

At that moment, however much James wished to deny it, he had to admit they had been discarded. There would be no reward for their success; only the Umbrella Corporation’s clean-up crew sent to silence them.

"Excellent!" the assault team captain said, a hint of glee in his voice. Eliminating the last survivors was a noteworthy achievement in itself, but bringing back the Red Queen motherboard was an unexpected windfall. He gave a subtle hand signal to his team, the order to execute. "Since the mission is complete, then you—"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five shots rang out in rapid succession. Before the captain could finish his sentence, he and his entire squad were sent to hell. Each man had a single, precise blood hole in his throat—not one more, not one less—all dead center, with pinpoint accuracy.

The entire process took less than a second. The fastest of the assault team members had barely managed to raise his weapon halfway.

"This kind of marksmanship..."

James, who had been feeling a sense of grim resignation, stared in shock at Yu Fei, who had just removed his mask. Although he had witnessed Yu Fei’s skills while fighting the zombies—skills that had made him feel inferior even then—the marksmanship displayed just now was vastly superior, as if they were worlds apart.

"Is this really the kind of marksmanship a human being can possess?" James felt dazed. As a captain of an Umbrella tactical unit, his own marksmanship was quite formidable. Umbrella might be a private company, but in the capitalist landscape of the United States, those in the know understood that their tactical units were on par with the special forces of any major power. James’s team was considered above average even within Umbrella, and he held his position because his skills were top-tier by global standards. Yet, even he felt like a novice compared to what Yu Fei had just demonstrated. It was a level of skill he couldn't even begin to fathom.

Yu Fei remained calm. What was there to be shocked about? It was just standard procedure. He mentally summoned his system interface:

Host: Yu Fei
Physique: 1.5
Spirit: 1.2

Skills: Combat LV.3 (MAX), Marksmanship LV.3 (MAX), Computing LV.2 (0/100)
Merit Points: 15

It was clear to see that in the skill column, alongside Combat, Yu Fei now had another LV.3 maxed-out skill: Marksmanship. After nearly an hour of sweeping through the area, he had finally accumulated another hundred merit points. Without hesitation, he had poured them into his marksmanship. If LV.2 was equivalent to a marksman, then LV.3 was the God of Guns—a true deity of marksmanship.

After eight years of grueling training, Yu Fei’s mastery over firearms had reached an unbelievable level. To put it simply, if a firearm was theoretically capable of an action, Yu Fei could perform it. If he couldn't do it, it was only because the gun itself wasn't capable. Firing five shots in one second and hitting every target with lethal precision was well within the limits of his weapon—it wasn't even close to the gun's true limit. If he wanted to, he could have taken out twelve people in that same second. Killing five was, quite literally, just a basic operation.

In short, Yu Fei had reached the ceiling of marksmanship. There was almost nothing he couldn't do—except make bullets curve. While he was a god of marksmanship, that kind of defiance of logic was beyond him. For normal firearms, such a feat was impossible, and such an act belonged in the realm of the supernatural.

Finally, it was worth noting that Yu Fei’s Spirit attribute had increased to 1.2 following the upgrade of his marksmanship skill. Over eight years of tempering, the mental toll had been significant, and since his base Spirit was low, the growth was noticeable. It helped him immensely—the reason he had been able to plan the most efficient and rapid way to kill all five men in such a split second was due to that 1.2 Spirit attribute. Raw physical reflexes only ensured you were fast, but to ensure the sequence was perfect and left the enemy no room to react required tactical planning. And that was where the Spirit attribute came into play.