The duel was simple, really. Who finished the kill house and got the perfect score would win. To be entirely honest, I was at a disadvantage here, even after Lobaev lent me his AK-74. I did have an automatic weapon, but it was not something I'd personally use in a kill house.
See, AK-74 was a long weapon, especially with how Lobaev customized it to be a makeshift SAW. Although it was not as bulky as a DMR, It was still not something you'd not want to go from door to door. While Millie was using a weapon pretty much designed to be used in that kind of close quarter situation.
Her weapon was the UZI submachine gun, pretty much a machine pistol designed for that kind of situation. It was small and easy to handle compared to the bulky AK-74. Still, I might have a chance against her.
It was only a month ago I was forced to fight ten mafias at once with only a pistol on my house. I might be able to beat her in this regard. Besides, the reward was not bad either. There was no penalty either.
"Sure, I accept the challenge."
"See, he isn't a pussy," Lobaev said as he gave me another 60-round mag filled with bullets. "Go, champ, show her what you're capable of."
To be honest, I was really doubling down in this regard. I didn't know what the kill house layout would be, and the weapon that I was holding could be said as a makeshift RPK-74 instead of AK-74. I opened the door to the kill house.
It was a room filled with a one-way hallway that would be littered with targets that would pop in once I entered a certain location. Well, it was how it worked in real life. It might work that way, too, in here. The targets would be switched between hostages and real targets.
The goal was easy. Get to the exit as fast as I could without shooting too many hostages, or don't even shoot one at all. The goal was to score on this run, not 100% accuracy. I checked the magazine one last time. There might be 3/4 of ammunition left. It should be enough.
[Time Will Be Counted Once The First Bullet Starts Flying]
Nice warning, I guess? Well, time to get moving. Better concentrate on the targets. I pulled the trigger with my finger. The target fell down, and the timer started running. I dashed as fast as I could.
I made a left turn in the hallway, suddenly, a target appeared right in front of me. A body-size mannequin, to be precise. It was blocking my way. I bashed the back of my gun on that mannequin, and it disappeared.
After that, six targets popped up at once. I aimed the iron sight of the AK at the targets. Three were hostages, while the rest were targets. I aimed my rifle at the targets. The three targets fell to the ground, and I continued going through the kill house as fast as I could.
I went into a room with a door. There was writing on it. [KICK THE DOOR]. I kicked the door with my foot. The door opened, and three targets popped out. I immediately aimed my gun at those targets and popped all of those targets. At the end of the room, there was a stair.
I ran up the stairs. A target suddenly popped, almost slamming me. I slammed the back of my rifle at the target, and it disappeared again. The next set of targets appeared. Surprisingly, only one of the twelve targets was a target. The rest were hostages. What a smart decoy.
I ran to the room on the left, a target popped out, and I shot it. The exit was right after that room. I exited the kill house, and the time it took me to clear the whole course appeared. I didn't even know the standard there.
[Time: 0:35:23]
[Targets Shot: 11/11] (+1000 Points)
[Hostages Killed: 0] (+500 Points)
[Accuracy: 100%] (+2500 Points)
[Total Score: 7,000]
I exited the kill house after getting that score. It could be improved, but I should have done better. Maybe, I could do better with an MP5 or something. Well, time to get out of this room.
Lobaev and Millie were waiting at the exit. Millie was holding her head with her hand while Lobaev nodded while raising one of his thumbs. I approached both of them, and I gave Lobaev his rifle and his magazine back.
"See, I told you this guy has potential," Lobaev said as he knocked his chest with his clenched fist proudly.
"Still. That movement, that's not a new player movement," Millie uttered.
"Excuse me?" I didn't know what she meant.
Lobaev held the shoulder of his friend, "With that kind of shooting, what do you think his level is?"
"Above 75, if not more. That shooting stance, that dashing movement, and plus the immediate action when a target appeared. That's not even something I could do. Mate, tell me, are you an alt account?" Millie asked.
"No, I just arrived here, to be honest," I replied.
"Mate, with your shooting, I think I'd be confident enough to pick you up right now. However, I doubt there is any high-paying mission for you, so I'll fulfill the end of my bargain, come, follow me."
Millie and Lobaev walked towards the elevator, and I followed them from behind. Where would they bring me to, though? The armory? I could purchase a weapon there, but I really didn't know much about it. We got out of the command center and walked into the tent. The barracks, to be exact.
Inside the tent, several soldiers were sleeping on their beds. To be honest, more like a sheet of fabric stretched across a metal frame, aka the camping bed. Millie walked into one of the beds and opened one of the footlockers.
"Here's your reward," Millie gave me her AR-15. "It's yours now. Feel free to check it first," she said.
[Ruger AR-556 Model 8500] [MOD 0]
AR-15 is a scaled-down derivative of the bigger caliber AR-10 chambered in 7.62x51. A very modular rifle with a lot of customization available. Very robust and suitable for a beginner shooter. It shares most, if not all, parts with other AR-15 pattern rifles, including the automatic version of it.
Ammo: 5.56x45
Attachment:
• [Trijicon ACOG 4x32 Scope] [+5% ADS Time]
• [Desert Tech 5.56x45 Flash Hider] [-15% All-Directional Recoil]
• [FN 20" Barrel for AR-15] [+40% Range] [-20% All-Directional Recoil]
Strength requirement: 7 (Warning: Strength Requirement Not Fulfilled) (+5% ADS time) (-5% Movement Speed) (+5% All-Directional Recoil)
"This is a very good rifle," I inspected the rifle with my hands.
It was a standard AR-15 black rifle with a muzzle device and a scope. All and all, for a first day, this was quite a miracle for me. It included the sling and all of the other things. Why would Millie give me this kind of weapon?
"I want to sell the rifle, but it might prove to be useful in better hands. Never was good at shooting at a distance," Millie commented.
To be honest, from my standpoint of view, switching from an AR-15 to an UZI was quite a radical move, especially when the AR-15 was practically a DMR. Yup, it had scopes and it had one of the long barrel variants for an AR-15. I checked the magazine attached on the AR, it was empty.
"Yeah, I see what you meant by that," I put the rifle on my back.
"Here's the extra mags that I kept. Is three enough for you? It's all empty though, you might need to restock it on the armory, and sorry for the lack of chest rig, I still use my old one," Millie said.
"No problem."
I put all of the three mags into my pants. One pocket was large enough to keep two magazines, weirdly enough. Well, I needed a chess rig, sooner or later. There was no way I'd be going into the open with an AR-15 and putting magazines only in my pocket. It was absurd, and no way I'd be doing that.
"Where can I get a new chest rig though? Will the armory be enough?" I asked.
"Yup, you can buy one for yourself. Although, the cheapest one is around 50 credits, you do have that amount, right? Starter player usually has like, 500 credits, right?" Lobaev asked.
I just nodded. It was true, but well, I'd need to confirm it first in the armory. Besides, these strangers weren't exactly someone I trusted fully yet. Just because they gave me an AR-15, it didn't mean I have to be their friends.
"Alright, Beuer, see you later when you're level 10," Lobaev said.
I left the tent and walked back to the command center. Lobaev and Millie were walking to the motor pool, in particular, a Tahoe SUV that they might be owning. Lobaev entered the driver seat and Millie sat on the other side. They left the outpost afterwards. Judging from the tire screeching and the smoke coming from the burned tires, they were in a rush. Well, it wasn't my business.