radicalducati Chapter 332 High ranged damage, high melee damage
Chapter 332 High ranged damage, high melee damage
Chapter 332 High ranged damage, high melee damage
At night, a fishing boat slowly sailed into view on the river.
"It's finally here."
At this moment, Du Mu sat on the shore, wearing a fisherman's hat and a windbreaker, holding a fishing rod in his hand, pretending to be a fisherman.
As a professional, Du Mu was clearly much more detail-oriented than those peripheral members of the Masked Company.
He'd been fishing for so long, baiting the area like crazy, and throwing out at least half a bucket of bait, but he hadn't caught a single fish. The bucket was completely empty. No one would doubt that he was a seasoned angler.
Du Mu's lips twitched: "I should have known better than to give the automatic fishing rod to Wanda."
As the fishing boat drew closer to the shore, the blond man put down his fishing rod, got up, took out a flashlight, and quickly flashed it three times across the river.
Soon after, the fishing boat also flashed its lights a few times in response.
After exchanging the password, the fishing boat slowly approached the shore, and the bow rope was thrown onto the concrete pier of the dock. Two crew members on the deck quickly set up the gangplank.
A slender man stepped off the gangplank first, his gaze sweeping over several faces on the dock before finally settling on Du Mu's face.
"Why does this face look a little unfamiliar?"
"This is Li. You met him once before, why don't you recognize him anymore?"
The blond man stepped forward and explained that Li was an Asian member of their Masked Company, and held a fairly high position.
The gaunt man looked surprised: "But it doesn't seem like it. I remember Li wearing glasses."
Du Mu remained calm, took out a pair of glasses from his pocket, and put them on.
"And now?"
"Joan of Arc, Lee."
Du Mu: (∇)
Just as Asians see all foreigners as looking alike, foreigners also have face blindness when it comes to Asians, seeing everyone as Jack Chen and only able to identify them by their features.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the gaunt man's smile faded, and he lowered his voice to warn, "The goods are all on the ship. Be careful when handling them. This is important cargo that Mr. Black Mask personally instructed us to handle. If anything goes wrong, we're all doomed."
The blond man nodded and gestured to the men around him to help board the ship and unload the cargo, while Du Mu went to fetch the car.
Dozens of cargo boxes were stacked on the deck, each labeled as containing frozen seafood.
The blond man used a crowbar to open one of them, and a strong fishy smell immediately wafted out. The top layer of the box was covered with frozen squid and sea fish, and on the surface, it was no different from an ordinary seafood transport box.
He reached his hand into the layer of seafood covered in ice, touched the edge of the upper partition, and lifted it up forcefully.
The entire layer of camouflage was lifted, revealing the hidden compartment underneath, where guns and ammunition were neatly stacked.
The blond man quickly counted the items, and after confirming that everything was correct, he put the partition back in place.
"There's nothing wrong with the goods."
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to start moving the items.
At this moment, Du Mu had already driven a van to the dock and opened the rear door of the van.
With several people carrying the containers back and forth, all the boxes were loaded into the truck bed in less than twenty minutes.
After confirming everything was in order, Du Mu had the blond man drive, while he sat in the passenger seat, and the others stayed in the truck to guard the goods.
According to the Masked Company's original plan, they were to send the weapons to a hidden warehouse on Kane Street.
The truck traveled through the night for about twenty minutes before turning into an old factory area at the end of Kane Street.
The barbed wire fence surrounding the factory was rusty, and a few dim streetlights barely illuminated the entrance. A roller shutter door was half open, and two gang members stood guard at the door, chatting quietly with their heads down.
The blond man slowed down and honked the horn twice, giving the agreed-upon signal.
Hearing the horn, the two gatekeepers looked up and recognized the blond man. They casually pulled up the roller shutter door, signaling the truck to drive in.
The truck slowly drove into the warehouse. Du Mu quickly looked around through the window. The warehouse was quite large, estimated to be several hundred square meters. There were many boxes like the ones they were transporting piled up around it, and a dozen gang members were counting the goods.
After the truck came to a complete stop, the rear door of the cargo bed was opened.
A burly man with a buzz cut stepped forward, holding a splint in his hand, and glanced at the cargo boxes inside the truck.
"Is this the batch?"
The blond man jumped out of the car and nodded, saying, "Yes, it's all here, twenty-four boxes, the number is correct."
The man with the buzz cut drew a few lines on the splint, waved behind him, and several gang members immediately stepped forward to unload the goods.
Du Mu also got out of the passenger seat. As soon as he stood still, he felt the buzz-cut man's gaze fall on him.
He thought his disguise had been exposed and was about to speak when he saw the man with the buzz cut suddenly smile and pat him on the shoulder in a familiar manner.
"Li, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to be here too."
Du Mu:
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When he gets back, he should suggest to Gordon that they recruit more Asians into the agency.
Given how face-blind these guys are, even if you went undercover right in front of them, probably no one would recognize you.
The man with the buzz cut turned to the blond man and said, "You guys stay here too and help with the sorting. Mr. Black Mask is coming to inspect the goods tonight, so you must have all the goods sorted and neatly arranged by category before he arrives. There can be no mistakes."
The blond man nodded: "Understood."
The gang members immediately sprang into action, grabbing crowbars to open the boxes and sort the goods, removing all the guns and ammunition hidden in the seafood compartments and placing them into different boxes according to their categories.
Du Mu mingled in the crowd, pretending to carefully put guns and ammunition into the box, but in reality, he threw them all into the game inventory.
He hadn't replenished his firepower for a while, so there was no reason for him not to accept so much free weaponry delivered to his door.
With several blond men providing cover and the bustling activity in the warehouse, Du Mu's actions went completely unnoticed.
About half an hour later, the roar of a car engine could be heard outside the warehouse.
The roller shutter door was pulled open again, and several black cars drove in one after another and parked in the open space in the center of the warehouse.
The car door opened, and one by one, figures wearing strange masks stepped out. Each of them was burly and held a gun, exuding a powerful aura.
The rear door of the second car was pulled open by a masked man, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped onto the concrete ground.
Immediately afterwards, a tall, slender man stepped out of the car.
He wore a well-tailored white suit with a silver skull brooch on his lapel, creating a stark contrast with his subordinates who were dressed in black.
Most strikingly, his face was covered by a black skull mask with a matte finish that reflected no light under illumination. The mask revealed a pair of cold, piercing eyes that sent chills down one's spine.
[NPC: Roman Sinnis]
Codename: Black Mask
[Favorability: -80]
[Review: A Gotham mob boss with no prestige, a master of torture, a devoted son of Gotham, who made masks from his parents' coffins and wore them on his face; one of Gotham's most quintessential gangsters.]
Du Mu glanced at the favorability rating; it was almost at its maximum.
It was obvious that Black Mask already knew about him killing Basso and wished he could tear him to pieces.
Indeed, Black Mask didn't need to make this trip in person, but his capable assistant Basso suddenly died, and his men couldn't find a replacement for Basso, so he had to come in person to inspect the goods and ensure that this important batch of weapons was safe.
He hated the police officer who killed Basso even more.
Not only did they kill his most capable general, but more importantly, they ruined his reputation, making him a laughingstock in Gotham City.
If it weren't for a huge arms deal that was currently underway, which made it inconvenient to cause any unforeseen complications, he would have already sent people to search for that police officer, bring him back, and let him experience his most proficient method of execution to vent his anger.
Upon seeing this, the man with the buzz cut quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Sir, all the goods have arrived and we have repackaged them according to your requirements."
The man in the black mask said calmly, "Show me the goods."
The man with the buzz cut quickly led the way, walked briskly to the shelf, and gestured, "These are all, sir."
Several rows of boxes of different sizes were stacked on the shelves, neat and orderly, each row with a corresponding label, looking very organized.
The man in the black mask coldly uttered two words: "Open."
"Yes, sir."
The man with the buzz cut didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. He immediately responded, bent down, and carried down the first box, then directly opened the lid.
However, the expected guns and ammunition did not appear; the box was empty.
The man with the buzz cut froze instantly, staring at the empty bottom of the box, completely rooted to the spot.
He quickly moved the second box down and opened it, but it was still empty.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...
He opened more than a dozen boxes in succession, and every single one of them was empty. There wasn't even a single bullet in sight, let alone any firearms.
"this....
""
The man with the buzz cut broke out in a cold sweat as he looked up and met the murderous eyes of the man in the black mask.
"What's going on?"
The man with the buzz cut was trembling uncontrollably, and his voice began to stutter: "Sir, someone must be playing tricks on us. I swear this shipment was just here a moment ago, everyone was here, not a single one left. I don't know how they disappeared."
"Are you going to tell me the goods just disappeared on their own?"
The man in the black mask spoke in a chilling tone, devoid of any warmth.
The man with the buzz cut was so frightened his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot: "Sir, I really don't know, please give me another chance, I'll look carefully again, I'm sure I can find the goods!"
The man in black mask looked at the buzz-cut man's panicked appearance, which seemed genuine. His gaze slowly swept over everyone in the warehouse, sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to see through each and every one of them.
Suddenly, his gaze fixed on Du Mu: "Who is this guy?"
The man with the buzz cut was taken aback: "He's Li, an old member of our gang."
The man in the black mask twitched his lips: "Where are your eyes? He's not Li at all!"
"ah?"
Seeing that his disguise had been exposed, Du Mu simply stopped pretending: "As expected of Black Mask, I didn't expect that even with my superb disguise, you still saw through it."
The man in the black mask sneered, "Your disguise is too clumsy. Li has a beard, but you don't."
Du Mu:
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""
So you recognized me because I don't have a beard?
The man with the buzz cut finally realized what was happening, pointing at Du Mu with a mixture of anger and fear: "You're not Li! Who are you? How dare you impersonate one of ours and sneak in to cause trouble!"
Du Mu took off his glasses, his face showing a hint of righteousness: "Gotham Police Department, Du Mu, nicknamed the Gotham Gun God."
"It's you!?"
The man in the black mask's expression changed drastically, and the pressure around him instantly plummeted to freezing: "Very well, I didn't expect that you would deliver yourself to my doorstep when I didn't even bother to look for you."
He raised his hand and made a gesture, and his men behind him immediately sprang into action. Some of them quickly stepped forward and lowered the roller shutter door, completely sealing off the entire warehouse and cutting off all escape routes.
A dozen or so masked henchmen surrounded him, all drawing their guns and aiming them at Du Mu.
As soon as Black Mask gives the order, they will immediately pull the trigger.
"I haven't settled the score with you over Basso yet, and you still dare to sneak in and ruin my business."
The man in the black mask walked step by step toward Du Mu, his tone almost overflowing with murderous intent.
"Tell me, where did you hide my goods?"
"Remember, you only have one chance to answer. Think carefully before you answer, or I will make you experience the most painful torment in the world, making you wish you were dead and regret ever being born."
Du Mu didn't answer, but asked, "Black Mask, aren't you curious how I found this place?"
The man in the black mask paused, narrowing his eyes: "How did you find it?"
Du Mu smirked: "Of course it's because you have a mole within our police force. Let's make our move!"
Before he finished speaking, the blond man and his men suddenly drew their pistols and pulled the triggers at the black-masked group.
Bang bang bang bang bang—!
The sudden internal transfer caught Black Mask's men off guard.
The masked men in the front row were shot before they could even react, and they groaned and fell to the ground.
The man in black reacted quickly, dodging behind cover and yelling, "Fire! Take out these traitors!"
The masked men immediately organized a counterattack.
With such a numerical disadvantage, the blond man and his companions were simply unable to suppress the enemy's firepower and were hit one after another.
But they showed no sign of backing down; instead, they charged into the crowd on the other side with all their might.
Boom—!
Explosions rang out in succession, and flames and shockwaves tore several gaps in the crowd.
Smoke and fire filled the air.
Du Mu emerged from behind the half-collapsed shelf and patted the debris off his shoulder.
Looking at the site of the explosion, he said with great admiration, "You undercover agents have bravely sacrificed your lives. Rest in peace, I will avenge you."
"asshole!!"
The black mask was covered in soot from the explosion, half of the white suit was charred, and a thin crack ran across the mask.
He scrambled to his feet from behind the overturned table and yelled at his remaining men, "Kill him!"
Upon receiving the order, the masked men immediately raised their guns and fired at Du Mu.
Du Mu dodged the bullet with an invincible roll, and the moment he knelt firmly on one knee, a golden Desert Eagle appeared in his hand.
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Four gunshots rang out, and four masked men fell to the ground, each with a bullet hole in the center of their forehead.
Everyone was taken aback by Du Mu's marksmanship.
He really is the Gotham Gun God!
Indeed, there are only wrong names, not wrong code names.
A masked man gritted his teeth, pulled out a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it at Du Mu.
Without even blinking, Du Mu reached out with his left hand, caught the grenade in mid-air, and casually tossed it back.
"Here you go."
Boom!
The grenade exploded in the crowd, instantly blasting several masked men nearby into the air, where they crashed to the ground and lay motionless.
Just then, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the dust and grabbed Du Mu's wrist, which was holding a gun.
That force was considerable; it would have cracked the bones of an ordinary person.
Beneath the cracked mask on the black-masked face, a sinister smile appeared: "Gotham's Gun God? I'd like to see how you'll handle a gun if you can't use this hand..."
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Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, a fist the size of a sandbag slammed into the black-masked man's face.
The coffin lid of Black Mask's parents shattered with a crash, sending fragments flying. Black Mask was sent flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into the wall.
Du Mu slowly retracted his fist and chuckled, "Don't you know that ranged attacks deal more damage, and melee attacks deal more damage?"