Hmm. No, really, hmm. There are not enough words right now. I haven't seen such a poor security guard for a long time. There is almost no technology, and the one that exists is bullshit. The few cameras that I noticed are extremely poorly placed. The guards do anything but guard. I don't even know what to do. To walk in the open, what is it? Eh, my fate is hard. I hope this is just a cover, and the real security guards are vigilant.
At this time, I myself was squatting next to a curly bush depicting some kind of bird. I was dressed in my old uniform — I decided not to put on a new combat suit for this task, they will still decide that I am not me. So my armored jacket, which, in theory, withstands knife blows and tangential fragmentation, is on me today, thank God. Black trousers, black gloves and a new black mask, I... sat down on the old one. On each hip — FN Five-seveN in a tactical holster. Excellent Belgian pistols of caliber five and seven tenths of a millimeter. In this world, as in mine, this weapon was created in a pair with the FN P90 submachine gun. But here the "Pe nineties" somehow did not go, but the gun to him — very much. There was also a belt with various thieves' devices, and on the chest, although it was a little uncomfortable, there was a "Spit".
And so I'm sitting, so I'm thinking: is everything so bad with them or do I not see something? I don't give a damn, in principle, but it's interesting after all.
Having made sure that I was not in the focus of someone's attention, without really hiding, I ran to the next bush. The "Discovery of life" showed that there are twenty—four people in the mansion itself, two of whom are probably Veterans, one is a Teacher, and another is the local boss himself. The rest are a couple of servants and guards. Two hundred meters away there is another house, probably even a barrack, in which there are twenty more people. Although there are possible options — "life detection" does not determine the difference between a person and an animal larger than an average dog. For such things, "mind detection" is used, which, unfortunately, has too small a range of action compared to the first skill: for the Absolute, forty to fifty meters versus several kilometers. However, I doubt that there are dogs and their ilk here. The information from Akemi, at least, did not mention anything like that.
One more run, and I'm near the veranda. On the wall, on the wall, and I'm at the end of it. I was about to jump over the railing when I felt the approach of reason. The standard impulse before any more or less responsible action showed that a person was moving in my direction from the building. The sound of a lighter, the smell of cigarette smoke, and now a man in underpants comes out on the veranda and leans on the railing, letting out smoke. After checking the presence of people nearby, he climbed onto the veranda without disturbing the smoker, and was about to enter the house when he suddenly caught sight of a tattoo on the shoulder blade of a man. Exactly the same as on the shoulder blade of one of the local Veterans, the one who uses the wind. So what to do? He's hardly in armor right now, and I can kill him quickly and quietly. And I can shoot a gun in the head, at the same time attracting attention. It is better, of course, with noise and without firearms, but will it work quickly? He'll probably try to run away. And if a bullet in the back of the head? Won't it look strange later? The dwarf is still a thief, and such a murder will give the impression that he is some kind of killer. And with noise and quickly without weapons will not work. With the "Belgian", anyway. But the Russian "Spit" can overcome this.
Once again, just in case, after checking the surrounding space, I stood a step away from the smoking bandit.
— Ahem, ahem.
— Well, what else? — without even turning around, the Veteran asked.
— Can you tell me where the library is?
— What?! "What is it?" he asked, turning around.
A direct kick from the foot, reinforced by a "push", sent the loser into a long flight, forcing him to take part of the railing with him. And in order for him to have fun flying, shots from the Spit went after him. Four shots, a "jerk" — and here I am two meters from the fallen. I approach the opponent who has not been able to defend himself and state his death. Loser. He doesn't seem to have turned on the "armor of the spirit". And did Akemi call these Veterans dangerous opponents? Although there is another one, maybe it will be cooler? No, it's even better for me, but... somehow it's... wrong. That's it, Max, live for a century, learn for a century. Always start with small calibres, if your life does not depend on it. Six charges of "Spit"! And-eh! Okay, figs with him. I remove the "PlPU" and take out the FN. Two shots to the heart, two to the head. Now we can move on. After that incident in Afghanistan, when MacLeod and I were running away from a crowd of zombies, I prefer not to believe the witcher's "sense of death" to the end. If I have met with so much mysticism in my world, then here…
Darting back to the veranda, I ducked and ran along the wall. In the house itself, as the "discovery of life" showed, a considerable commotion began, and six people were already running to the shooting site. And from the barracks — fifteen more. The rest spread out on the territory adjacent to the mansion. In the mansion itself, six were huddled on the second floor, several more were rushing around the building, apparently in search of violators. But I need to go to the second floor.
After running five meters along the wall, he used a "jerk" towards the nearest bush. And then one more to the other, where he sat down, watching who would come out to examine the body. Before I attack the Teacher, I need a bloody partner of the murdered man. It's one thing if ordinary people interfere with me, and quite another if a Veteran intervenes. My main target right now is probably sitting on the second floor with his boss, but the Veteran will probably be rushing around in search of the killer. The opposite is also possible, but then you will have to sneak up to the second floor and kill the second fighter very quickly.
While I was sitting in the shade of a bush, and even in an unlit place, it was very difficult to notice me. And after making sure that the people who ran out into the street were not equipped with tactical helmets with built-in video cameras, which was unlikely, but possible, and did not have optical weapons at all, he also turned on the "eye diversion".
One of those who appeared turned out to be the person I needed — the second Veteran, who uses the element of sand. Saying something to one of the men, who immediately ran towards the approaching soldiers from the barracks, slowly approached the corpse. And kneeling down, he lifted Tom's head. Somehow I even felt ashamed, there was so much longing in his howl. And since this is the case, I just have to send you after a friend. It's cynical and cruel, but we're not playing with toys here either. I'm sure there's more than one corpse hanging on you, too.
"Jerk" is a complex skill consisting of several skills: "focus" allows, subjectively, of course, to slow down the surrounding space, "acceleration" makes it possible to match the speed of consciousness under "focus", "strengthening" is able to make invulnerable not only the skin and ligaments, but also bones, "reverse push" causes a minimum of damage on impact, but at the same time pushes the target more than one meter to the side. This also includes "gravity control", which is very rarely used by witchers, but nevertheless exists. And all this is fused into one skill that allows the witcher to abruptly, in some moments, overcome tens of meters, depending on the need and experience. And if it weren't for the strain on the body, people like me would generally become unkillable, in battle, anyway. And so, three or four "jerks" — and a pause for a few seconds, depending on the experience in "body control". This skill, by the way, has an analogue — "sliding".
It was with a "jerk" that I started my solo performance. The first Veteran doesn't count, no one saw anything there. Appearing behind the back of the person closest to me, he grabbed him by the throat with his right hand, and with his left he took out a pistol and began firing from under the hostage's arm. The first shot was taken by a Veteran — just in case, what if it turns out… It didn't work out.
Three more shots landed in the heads of the other bandits. A movement of the hand, and the hostage falls with a broken neck, and I find myself alone with a Veteran. Relatively, of course, sixteen more people were huddled around us, who had already started pointing guns at me — pistols and five, after all, P90 (this is a pair to my pistol).
—
He's mine! Don't shoot anyone!
What a moron, what can I say.
A couple more moments, and the Veteran rushed to me. And I, feeling the unsteadiness of the ground, made a "jerk" to the left, starting to shoot from the "Spit" already taken out of the holster. From where I was standing a moment ago, sand spears flew at me. "Jerk" back and slightly to the right, without ceasing to shoot. A sense of danger flashed through my heart, and I rolled away in the direction of the Veteran, having noticed that the ground under me turned into sand and even seemed to rise a little. Coming out of the roll, but not yet up, I kick the opponent in the stomach, not forgetting to shoot a couple of times. Here, perhaps, it is worth noting that in combat, in a real deadly battle, all my blows, with my hand or foot, are quite capable of piercing a ten-centimeter concrete wall. Also a set of skills and abilities. And, of course, I can withstand such a blow myself, what can we say about bahir users with their strengthening of the body and the "armor of the spirit". So all I achieved with a kick was that the opponent stopped and bent a little. Well, a Veteran is not a Teacher, you can't fool a Teacher like that. Right away, anyway.