The distance of a few dozen meters wasn’t far,but after the robbers opened fire, the pedestrians on the street panicked and scattered. Shen Fei, running against the flow of the crowd, still took some time to reach the bank entrance.


    The robbers had already stormed into the bank lobby, leaving only one masked lookout at the door.Shen Fei, gripping the pistol hidden in his backpack, panted as he asked, "Hey, buddy, what''s your job?"


    The robber glanced down at the AK-47 in his hands, then back at Shen Fei’s soft, unassuming appearance. He was completely baffled.What kind of lunatic is this?


    Shen Fei had been waiting for this moment of confusion.Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger through the fabric of his backpack.


    BANG!


    The gunshot rang out, and the robber staggered, hit by the bullet, before slowly collapsing to the ground.But the system notification Shen Fei had been anticipating for over a decade didn’t come.


    What’s going on?Is he not dead yet?


    Shen Fei quickly fired several more shots into the robber''s chest, torso, and head, then bolted into a nearby alley.He was banking on the time gap and the assumption that the robbers inside the bank wouldn’t abandon their heist to chase after him.


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    Finally,the long-dormant system notification echoed in Shen Fei''s mind.


    [Congratulations, Host, on completing your first kill mission. You have earned one lottery draw. Would you like to proceed?]


    Was there even a question?"Draw it, now!" Shen Fei shouted, his voice trembling with excitement.


    [Ding.]


    [Lottery successful.]


    [Congratulations, Host, on acquiring the skill—Master-Level Tactical Assault Shooting Proficiency!]


    The moment the system’s voice faded, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into Shen Fei’s mind.At the same time, a warm current seemed to flow through his body, spreading to every limb and joint, as if the world’s most skilled masseuse was working on him.


    Stance, grip, aiming posture, recoil management, trigger control, breath control, dynamic response, physical endurance...Muscle memory that would normally take years, even decades, to develop was now his in the blink of an eye.


    This...was the power of the system!


    "Amazing!""All those years of waiting for you weren’t wasted."


    Shen Fei reveled in the changes coursing through his body. The emotions he had suppressed for over a decade finally burst free in this moment.


    He couldn’t help but think,If killing just one gave me such an incredible reward...Then what if I took out all those robbers inside the bank?


    A blade in hand stirs the desire to kill!With system rewards dangling right in front of him, why wouldn’t he use his newly acquired skills to push further? Was he just supposed to sit back and admire how cool they were?


    In this era of superficial peace,legitimate opportunities to kill were rare.Just moments ago, shooting that one robber—even if it was a sneak attack—had left Shen Fei so tense he could barely breathe.


    But now,with the mastery of tactical assault shooting coursing through him, a handful of petty robbers were nothing to fear.


    Shen Fei expertly ejected the magazine, checked the remaining rounds, and without a second thought, turned and strode back toward the bank.


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    My name is Dmitry and I was born into a happy family. Both of my parents are employees of state-owned enterprises.


    Stable income and respect from others.


    In the wave of privatization in the 1990s, the factory where my parents worked was taken away by oligarchs, causing both of them to lose their jobs and the whole family to fall into poverty.


    The previous privileged life has vanished into thin air.


    Since then, the most I have heard my father say is:


    Damn thieves, damn it! You all deserve to be shot, you sons of bitches! We bleed and sweat, face to face.


    Income is decreasing, but the cost of living is getting higher and higher,


    My girlfriend broke up with me and turned to marry a middle-aged man in his forties.


    I couldn''t bear such a blow and gradually became decadent, starting to numb myself with vodka and drugs.


    Later,


    I joined a gang called the Neva Brotherhood to make money by taking drugs. It took me five years and I finally went from being a basic thief to a soldier''s team.


    Five years!


    Do you know how I''ve been through these five years?


    Not long ago, the organization asked me to lead a team to raid a bank in St. Petersburg.As long as I can grab enough money, I can be promoted from soldier captain to management.


    Although it is the most basic church messenger, it is enough to make life more dignified.


    Just as I led my team to the bank entrance and positioned my men to storm the hall and seize the loot, I stood guard at the door, scanning the chaos outside. That’s when I saw him—a young man, delicate and soft-looking, almost out of place in this violent scene.


    He didn’t seem like he was from the Ural Federation.No, he looked more like a Chinese tourist—maybe visiting St. Petersburg or studying abroad.


    I didn’t pay him much attention at first. But as he passed by me, he asked a question that I will never forget for as long as I live.He asked me, “What''s your job?”


    I swear to God, I’ve never heard anything so absurd.Was it not obvious enough? Was my outfit not clear?Or did the AK-47 in my hands look like a damn toy to him?


    Just as I dismissed him as some frightened foreigner, a gunshot rang out—from his bag.A tremendous force tore through my body, and I knew I''d been hit.Before I could even process what had happened, he fired several more shots into me and then bolted away like a shadow.


    With the last of my strength, I looked down at the bloodstains spreading across my clothes.One hole was mine.Another was mine too.


    I''m probably going to die here, but before I do, there''s one thing I still can''t figure out.What the hell, man?We had no grudge, no history. You''re not even a cop. So why... why did you kill me?!


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    The robbers inside the bank lobby were equally stunned.They had just stormed in, taken down the security guards, and subdued the staff. They were about to blow open the vault door with explosives when gunshots rang out from the entrance.


    Cops?No way.There’s no way they could’ve gotten here that fast.


    Did the boss accidentally discharge his weapon?No, that can’t be it.They knew the sound of an AK-47 all too well.The gunfire they’d just heard was unmistakably from a handgun.


    Before they could process what was happening, another round of rapid gunfire erupted at the bank entrance.


    This is bad.It must be undercover cops—or some self-righteous civilian.


    They rushed outside, only to find their boss lying in a pool of blood. In the distance, a lean figure was darting into a narrow alley.


    What the...?What just happened?


    "What''s going on?""The boss... the boss is dead?""Was it the cops?"


    "It doesn''t make sense. Even if it was the cops, why would they kill him without even trying to negotiate?""Yeah... that''s just not how they operate.""What do we do now?"


    "Chase him down! Avenge the boss!""Avenge my ass! We''re here to rob a bank, not play gangster revenge drama. Get back inside and finish loading the money!"


    The robbers made up their minds. Without even bothering to check on the body on the ground, they turned and rushed back into the lobby to continue their heist.They’d already wasted nearly a minute. They had to move faster.If the cops showed up, things would only get messier.


    Five minutes later...


    Right on schedule, a black-painted Vaz minivan screeched to a halt in front of the bank.The robbers, now laden with bags of cash, burst out of the building. They tossed the money into the van and scrambled to get in, ready to make their escape.


    But at that moment...


    From a nearby alley, the dark barrel of a handgun was already trained on them.


    Death had opened its eyes.


    And in the next second—BANG!


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    The distinctive, crisp report of a Glock echoed through the silent, empty street.


    The shot was fired from a distance of fifty meters,yet the bullet seemed to carry a life of its own, striking its target with pinpoint accuracy—right between the eyes.


    A spark of death blossomed, marking the end of another life.