I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 93 Kara Cromey

Rosen's feet touched solid ground, and he quickly scanned his surroundings.

A small room, about ten square meters, with no windows.

【Ding! 】

[Arrived at the temporary map: Casino Storm]

Map Size: Standard

Map Difficulty: Medium

Resource Abundance: Moderate

[Virtual map being generated —]

The next second, a semi-transparent 3D map appeared in Rosen's field of vision.

The entire casino's structure is clearly visible, with corridors, rooms, staircases, and entrances all clearly marked.

His location is on the far left of the map, in a secluded storage room.

Rosen nodded knowingly, and was about to study the terrain when the system notification sounded again.

[Would you like to spend 10000 Kazabethan Coins to activate the "Treasure Chest Display" feature?]

[Once activated, the locations of all treasure chests on this map will be displayed on the virtual map in real time.]

Lawson's eyes lit up; this feature is great!

However, 10,000 Kazakhstani rupees is neither a lot nor a little. His current balance is just over 20,000, and this means he's going to lose half of it, which is a bit of a headache for him.

But thinking back to the previous maps, like the sewers, the exploration progress was less than 10%, and I don't know how many treasure chests I missed.

If you could know the location of the treasure chest in advance, the reward would definitely far exceed 10,000.

"Activate".

[10000 Kazakhstani riyals deducted.]

The treasure chest has been opened.

Nine points of light appeared on the map.

Eight small yellow dots are scattered throughout the casino, and one small red dot is located in the very center of the map.

[The red dots indicate rare treasure chests; there is only one per map.]

Rosen understood, and based on this rare and unique characteristic, he was determined to open it!

He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and gently pushed open the door to the storage room.

The corridor was quiet.

Rosen crouched down and reached for the nearest yellow treasure chest.

I've only taken a few steps.

"Da da da————"

A series of footsteps came from around the corner.

There was more than one person, at least five or six, and they were getting closer and closer.

Rosen's heart tightened. Without any hesitation, he turned and retreated back to the storage room, gently closing the door behind him.

The room fell into darkness again.

He quickly scanned his surroundings and saw an abandoned cabinet in the corner with several cardboard boxes piled up next to it.

He slipped behind the cabinet, crouched down, and drew his Glock 17 from his waist, pointing the muzzle at the door.

Soften your breathing.

Heartbeat is steady.

waiting.

While waiting, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

What if we really do match up?

"Oh."

Rosen chuckled softly. Perhaps because he had experienced a lot recently, he was slowly coming back to his senses.

He is someone who has inherited the legacy of the Delta Force's top soldier.

He also has a system, virtual equipment, and super healing abilities.

Even if we get caught up in this fight, so what?

Big deal.

Kill all the mafia and Fang gang members here.

Killing one is the same as killing twenty.

It's not a frontal battlefield; in this kind of urban warfare, his personal strength will be brought into full play!

No one can stop him from opening the treasure chest.

The moment this thought crossed Rosen's mind, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The caution and apprehension that had been weighing on my heart for so long dissipated considerably at this moment.

He is a hunter.

Not prey.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

A woman stumbled in and slammed the door shut behind her.

She leaned against the door, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Rosen has excellent eyesight; he can see things even in the dark. It's a woman.

She scanned the room and, finding no other exit, her despair deepened.

Then she collapsed to the ground, curled up in a ball, her body trembling slightly.

A line of information appeared before Lawson's eyes:

[Character: Kara Cromey]

[Identity: Eldest daughter of the Chromie family]

[Level: Elite Unit]

Rosen frowned slightly.

The eldest daughter of the Cromi family?

Those chasing her outside—

Before he could finish his thought, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The door was pounded on so hard it made a deafening noise.

Immediately afterwards—

"Pfft! Pfft!"

A silenced gunshot rang out, and several holes were punched near the doorknob.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and Kara screamed, instinctively shrinking back.

"Bang!"

Another loud bang, and a burly man kicked the door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

A burly Black man stood in the doorway, the hallway light shining in from behind him, casting a long shadow on the floor.

He held a silenced pistol in his hand, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Miss Kara Cromi," his voice held a cat-and-mouse smirk, "you've been on my lookout for ages."

Kara desperately tried to shrink back, kicking her feet wildly on the ground until her back was pressed against the corner of the wall.

"Don't come any closer!" Her voice was shrill and choked with sobs. "Help! Someone help me!"

The burly black man laughed, a smug laugh: "Go ahead and shout, it won't do any good, we've already taken care of all the guards nearby."

Moreover, we even prepared professionals to create the illusion that the guards were still alive.

"Your Chromie family won't find out anytime soon."

He took a step forward: "As long as we capture you, the Fang Gang is guaranteed to win this bet!"

Kara's face turned completely pale.

She looked around in despair and touched a hard object beside her: a cell phone.

She grabbed her phone and threw it at the burly black man with all her might.

The burly black man sidestepped and easily dodged.

"Don't waste your time, Miss Kara."

But the phone smashed into the light switch on the wall.

"Smack."

The lights came on.

The entire storage room was brightly lit.

As a professional assassin, the burly Black man instinctively scanned his surroundings in the instant the environment changed, checking for any threats.

He saw Rosen in the corner.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Rosen's lips twitched.

damn it.

What a coincidence!

He sighed inwardly.

Looks like we'll have to go all out this time.

The burly black man reacted extremely quickly. The moment he saw Rosen, he immediately raised his hand and raised his gun, while simultaneously rolling to the side, trying to hide behind cover.

The movements were fluid and precise, a standard tactical evasion maneuver.

But in Rosen's eyes...

too slow.

Too flashy.

Without any hesitation, his finger pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

The bullet flew from the muzzle of the Glock 17 and precisely pierced the black man's forehead.

His body, which was rolling, suddenly stiffened, and then crashed heavily to the ground like a bag of cement.

A cloud of blood burst from the back of his head, staining the wall behind him red.

Rosen lowered the muzzle of his gun and gently blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the barrel.

Flashy and gaudy.

No matter what dodging maneuver you make, I can blow your head off before you can fire.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Kara looked at the burly black man lying in a pool of blood, then at the black figure holding a gun in front of her, her mind blank.

She had two guards, both top-notch fighters in the family, but her guards were killed in the attack by those assassins, especially the assassin who was top-notch in both strength and marksmanship.

The assassin didn't fire a single shot in front of this mysterious man. She looked at him; he wore a black combat suit and a black mask, revealing only his eyes.

Those eyes were calmly looking at her, the pupils were black, and this person was Chinese?

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