Hawkeye

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"You’re surprised? I’m even more puzzled!" Wu Lie cast a glance at Old Fang. "Tell me about the two robbers who escaped!"

"Yes, sir!" Old Fang, looking somewhat embarrassed, led a group of police officers toward the parking lot, stopping where the taxi had crashed into the wall. "We were lucky. At the time of the incident, the taxi was probably nearing the afternoon shift change, so there wasn’t much fuel left in the tank. Otherwise, a fire might have broken out, burning all the evidence inside."

"Lucky, you say?" Wu Lie wasn’t convinced. "Look at the tire marks—why did the robbers drive the car into the parking lot? Did they already have an escape route planned, and just stopped a random car?"

At this moment, another officer with a rank of one bar and three flowers chimed in, "Zhang Jun is a seasoned robber. I agree with Chief Wu—it’s likely they had their escape route planned ahead of time."

Wu Lie neither confirmed nor denied, continuing to question Old Fang, "What were the results of the scene investigation?"

"It’s both bizarre and alarming!" As he spoke, Old Fang’s face showed a look of astonishment. "Our colleagues have already taken measures to prevent fire and explosions in the taxi. Come, take a look—the left front tire burst, and the forensic team found half a broken arrowhead in the tire tread. As for the two robbers, both were shot through the neck, the arrow entering from the side and piercing the Adam’s apple, passing completely through. Before dying, they must have suffered immensely! Even more frightening, the arrows that killed these two robbers are of the same model and batch as the one that killed the first robber!"

Upon hearing this explanation, every officer qualified to participate in the scene investigation was left utterly stunned, murmurs buzzing all around.

"This archer is almost supernatural!"

"Maybe not supernatural, but the fact that the archer managed to kill two more after already taking out one... that’s terrifyingly calm."

"How do you know there’s only one archer? Maybe it’s a team!"

"There should be only one." Old Fang picked up the thread of discussion. "It’s not just the arrow batch—it’s the angle. The arrows that pierced the two robbers’ necks did so at almost identical angles. The scene investigators even suspect the archer fired two arrows at once, taking down both simultaneously!"

A collective sharp intake of breath swept through the officers, some even sighing, "Such an archer—uncontrolled, the consequences could be disastrous."

"Is there any estimate of where the arrows came from?" Wu Lie suddenly asked, getting straight to the heart of the matter.

"There is. Fortunately, the taxi crashed into the wall and stopped. If the arrows had been carried into the parking lot, we’d have no way to determine their trajectory." Old Fang spoke as he pointed to the building across the street. "Residences, restaurants, and the second or third floors of the mall across the street—all are possible firing positions."

Wu Lie swept his gaze across, but couldn’t see the exit of the old mall outside the crowd. "What about surveillance footage from those places? And were there any eyewitnesses at the time?"

"I’ve already sent people to retrieve the footage," Old Fang replied. "As for eyewitnesses, none so far! According to our colleagues who conducted the survey, everyone was too busy escaping to pay any attention."

Wu Lie had already anticipated this answer, so he wasn’t angry. Instead, he turned to his aide. "Zhang Jun’s men aren’t just those two. Notify HQ and have them prepare mentally. With Zhang Jun dead, I suspect those desperados will sneak back into the city to stir up trouble!"

Yang Tang had no idea that, by using his skill to kill three robbers, he had put all the police in Fog City on high alert.

In the days that followed, having finished reading the detailed history of China, he began a crash course in language arts.

Since the subject covered many points, and couplets, poetry, and essays made up a whopping ninety points, leaving sixty points for small questions, the test was incredibly detailed—miss a beat, and the familiar-looking questions could easily trip a candidate up.

Thus, among the five humanities papers, language arts became the subject where one could score, but rarely score high.

That night, as Yang Tang drifted off, immersed in the sea of questions, enlightenment quietly descended.

Within the golden haze.

"Damn, is it already the second day of February?"

Scene examination period.

The timing was right, and the second dream officially began!

Because the dream was low-level, only one skill could be copied upon entry.

As this was a formal dream, the scene could be chosen.

There were three options: Manga Sea Pirate King serial edition, online game World of Warcraft, and single-player game Assassin’s Creed III.

Looking at the three choices, Yang Tang was in agony. This was really setting him up to fail! Sea Pirate King and Warcraft—no matter which period he entered, with his scrawny arms and legs, he’d only be bullied, especially in Sea Pirate King, where if he fell into the sea, he’d be nothing more than a snack for the sea creatures.

Helpless, Yang Tang could only say, "Let’s do it!" Why did he say "let’s do it"?

Active scene selection will deduct 100 merit-sins from dream level! Due to insufficient merit, 200 sins will be deducted immediately!

Yang Tang felt the pain, but if he didn’t specify and left it to random selection, it would be too risky.

"Sigh, whatever the punishment for mission failure, I don’t want to try it lightly. Consider it paying to ward off disaster!"

Scene selected: entering Assassin’s Creed III!

As this is the formal second dream, entry requires 102 reincarnation points. Should reincarnation points be converted from merit or sin?

"Deduct sin!"

Understood. Forty sins deducted, twenty reincarnation points generated!

Reincarnation points generated, ready to enter the scene!

Second dream opening.

A distant bird’s mournful cry snapped Yang Tang from his daze. His nose was suddenly filled with the scent of earth, the burnt aroma of wood and grass, and a strong, metallic tang of blood. In the distance, faint voices could be heard.

Following the sound, Yang Tang was astonished to discover a native village—the childhood home of Connor, the protagonist, in an Indian tribe.

Inside the crude fence, people were busy around a campfire. Judging by the sun, it was already afternoon.

He glanced at his attire—standard beggar’s clothing from the American frontier era.

Just then, light footsteps approached, and a distant shout, "Hey, Connor, give him something to eat and send him on his way!"

"Alright."

Yang Tang saw a boy, no better dressed than himself, maybe eleven or twelve, approach and set down a wooden bowl. "Eat up—there’s a bit of cooked animal hide here."

Just the smell robbed Yang Tang of any appetite, let alone the thought of swallowing.

Fortunately, at that moment, enlightenment arose—enhanced vision skill, searching—

Search complete. Eagle Vision meets requirements.

As Eagle Vision must be copied from Connor, it requires one second multiplied by the reincarnation multiplier, currently twenty. Please keep Connor within one zhang of you for twenty seconds, uninterrupted!

Yang Tang knew he was about to start bluffing again. Thankfully, upon entering the dream, he automatically learned Indian languages. Otherwise, he wouldn’t understand a word—how could he communicate?

"Hey, young man, can I borrow your little knife for a moment?"

Connor hesitated, but handed over his dagger.

Perhaps because he had mastered ‘Scar Technique,’ Yang Tang managed to twirl the dagger skillfully, dazzling Connor. "Wow, you’re kneeling on the ground, yet you can handle a knife like that!"

"Bzzz!"

A fly buzzed by, heading straight for the animal hide in the bowl.

Yang Tang’s heart stirred. Using Scar Technique, he seemed to move—yet not move at all. Connor rubbed his eyes, slightly dazed, and then noticed a dead fly on the grass next to the bowl.

Eagle Vision copying countdown: five, four, three, two—

"Here’s your dagger back. Did you see what I did just now?"

"I think I did, but maybe not, sir!" Connor stared at Yang Tang, his eyes shining with admiration.

Yang Tang picked up the bowl and handed it back to Connor. "Take this away. If it were half a bowl of hot soup, I’d accept!"

"Yes, sir!" Connor hurriedly carried the bowl away.

When he returned, Yang Tang was gone.

"Bzzz."

Yang Tang returned to the golden haze, where the Eagle Vision skill badge hovered as always.

"I want to redeem the skill!"

Currently, only one skill is available for redemption. It will cost 110 merit-sins. Please confirm redemption.

"Redeem, use merit."

110 merit deducted!

Currently, you have 8.5 merit left!

The third dream’s single skill redemption will cost 121 merit-sins!

"A 1.1x increase, huh?"

Would you like to solidify Eagle Vision?

"Solidify."

Warning: physical fitness is slightly below the requirement for skill solidification. Please spend 5.5 merit-sins to enhance physical fitness!

"Alright, deduct merit to boost physical fitness," Yang Tang replied smoothly.

Deducting 5.5 merit!

Currently, you have 3 merit left!

Physical fitness will gradually improve over six hours, and Eagle Vision will solidify over the same period!

Skill cannot be used until solidification is complete.

Enhancement in progress.

Skill solidification slot one used!

Solidification starting.

Currently, you have three skill solidification slots!

After breakfast, Yang Tang was about to continue consolidating his recent study progress when He Jianni called.

"Hey, Tang Tang, have you missed me these past few days?"

Yang Tang: "..."

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"I’m waiting for you to keep talking!"

"I suddenly forgot what I wanted to say," He Jianni pouted.

"Then call me when you remember. I’m busy," Yang Tang replied, promptly hanging up and switching to vibrate mode.

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