The freshly made 'Rorschach's Forgotten Mask', though called a mask, was more like a hood that covered his entire head.
When worn, it looked quite taut from the outside, but in reality, Michael didn't feel like he was wearing a mask at all.
Michael found that his vision was no different from when he wasn't wearing the mask.
If he hadn't touched it with his hand and felt a very distinct sensation, Michael would have doubted if he was even wearing a mask at all.
He luxuriously wasted 0.1 energy points to manifest a mirror. In the mirror, the exterior of 'Rorschach's Forgotten Mask' indeed flowed with irregular black ink patterns with his breathing.
But looking at his bald head after putting on the mask, Michael thought for a moment and simply wasted another 0.9 energy points to manifest a cowboy hat that fit his aesthetic.
As for why it wasn't a baseball cap or something similar?
Well, when in the American Federation, you have to blend in and look the part!
What's more, paired with a black Men in Black-style stealth suit, 'Rorschach's Forgotten Mask', and a low-key yet luxurious cowboy hat, it truly exuded a unique charisma.
It's just a pity that with 'Rorschach's Forgotten Mask' present, this unforgettable unique charisma probably wouldn't be remembered by anyone.
However, fortunately, the mystical properties of 'Rorschach's Forgotten Mask' do not affect Michael, its creator, and he can even set targets not to be affected.
Otherwise, Michael would probably want to kill himself~
...Everything was ready. When Michael, gun in hand, peeked out from his hiding spot, without the special effects of the 'infiltrator sunglasses', he was immediately discovered by the North Bear Gang members who were constantly monitoring the battlefield.
Michael was not surprised by this; it was something he already knew and the reason for his change.
After all, if he actively attacked, the effect of the 'infiltrator sunglasses' would naturally disappear.
He ignored the yelling gang members.
Michael immediately aimed the gun in his hand at the barrel of the squad machine gun on top of the large pickup truck, which was already glowing red.
Yes, to ensure the safety of their rear, the North Bear Gang had already prepared to redeploy the squad machine gun that had been set aside to cool.
After all, a scrapped gun is better than a scrapped person!
Uh... why not aim at people?
It was purely Michael's subconscious reaction!
After all, as someone who grew up under the red flag and had never even touched a real gun.
Even if his body and soul were imprinted with the firearm mastery skill, that doesn't mean he could just shoot people, right?
Unless one has an inherently evil alignment, could someone of Michael's neutral alignment, or even other good alignments, aim a gun at a living person the very first time?
Michael, at least, didn't believe it!
Although it was his first time firing a real gun, due to the imprinted firearm mastery ability, Michael actually remained very composed.
Subconsciously, he applied a moderate downward force to the jumping muzzle, while performing two short, rapid bursts. Aside from his shoulder feeling a bit numb from the recoil, Michael's first shot was perfectly executed, like a battlefield elite!
Indeed, with the imprinted firearm mastery ability, Michael successfully damaged the muzzles of both squad machine guns on top of the two large pickup trucks as he intended!
Then, mimicking Hit-Girl's movements, he tucked himself in and sprinted along the previously planned route.
At the same time, Michael did not forget to unload and discard the magazine of his HK416, which only had a few bullets left, and smoothly replaced it with a new, full magazine.
"Fucking hell!"
"How the hell is there another one here?"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!" A series of chaotic shouts, followed by a flurry of gunfire.
Da da da!!!
Jiu jiu jiu~~~
Peng peng peng~~~
Dang dang dang!!!
As expected, Michael had barely run two meters past the corner when a hail of bullets struck the spot where he had just been.
A cacophony of bangs and crashes, yet not even a shadow was hit… "Hoo! Hoo!!!"
"This is the feeling!"
"It's truly f*cking thrilling!"
As he sprinted, feeling the blood boiling in his veins and his heart pounding powerfully, Michael felt like he was going to die from exhilaration!
"This feeling, in a time of peace, in a peaceful country, is absolutely unobtainable!"
"Praise you! My motherland!"
"Love you to death! My transmigration!"
With his first truly stimulating shooting experience, Michael seemed to have awakened some adventurous traits?
...Peng peng peng~~~
"Hey~"
"Hit-Girl!"
"Over here! Follow me!"
Because he had explored it carefully twice, neither Hit-Girl nor the North Bear Gang were as familiar with the dock's terrain as Michael.
Michael quickly shook off the pursuing North Bear Gang members and caught up with Mindy, the little loli, who was fleeing for her life.
He fired his gun to scare off the North Bear Gang members chasing the little loli; at full sprint, it wasn't that Michael didn't want to aim and shoot, it was mainly that he didn't have the skill 0.0
Regardless of whether the little loli heard him, Michael took the lead and ran off along his own route.
Fortunately, this direction was towards Big Daddy, so Mindy hesitated for a moment but still chose to follow… "Hoo~"
"Who are you?"
"Hoo~"
"Why are you helping me?"
"Hoo~"
"Are you here to rob too?"
Taking quick steps with her short legs, the little loli, holding her gun, cautiously approached Michael, asking curiously while panting.
Michael rolled his eyes at the little loli, letting her figure it out herself!
My goodness, do you think everyone is like you guys, just robbing for fun when there's nothing else to do?
I! Michael! Don't play robbing games!
...Michael: Robbery! Collect! Hand over the flowers! Hand over the full-score review tickets!
Michael: So good!