Click, click, click...
Lin Xian pressed 10mm brass-cased bullets into the magazine.
He filled up two spare magazines.
Angelica had prepared two guns for him, a Sig Sauer P320 and a Desert Eagle.
In terms of power, the Desert Eagle was certainly the more powerful.
However, with his years of experience with guns, Lin Xian knew clearly that the Desert Eagle was not suitable for actual combat.
Firstly.
The unloaded weight of the Desert Eagle reached 2 kilograms, and it was significantly larger than the average handgun.
Not to mention the inconvenience of carrying it, just holding it firmly in one’s grasp was a challenge for many people, not to even mention its ridiculously high recoil.
In shooting ranges, it’s recommended that only individuals weighing more than 80 kilograms are fit to use the Desert Eagle.
In other words, the weight and recoil of this gun were not something ordinary people could handle.
Despite his gun skills, Lin Xian was made of flesh and blood and could not transcend the laws of physics; the recoil that hit others hard hit him just as hard, making the gun very unresponsive in actual combat.
Secondly.
The caliber of the Desert Eagle’s bullets was indeed large, reaching 12.7mm, worthy of being called the king of handgun power. But the problem lies in... its magazine capacity was much too small, only a mere seven rounds.
By contrast.
The Sig Sauer P320, a handgun with similarly impressive power, had an unloaded weight of less than 2 kilograms, and its magazine held a substantial 15 rounds.
In terms of overall combat effectiveness, the Sig Sauer pistol far outshone the Desert Eagle. Lin Xian certainly preferred the brute force of the Desert Eagle, but he could be as reckless as he wanted in the Dream World... in reality, caution was key.
According to Lin Xian’s plan.
If that Time-Space Assassin really did pursue him to Mi Country, he would first engage her with the Sig Sauer pistol, which should successfully penetrate her defenses.
If the Sig Sauer couldn’t break through, then he would switch to the more powerful Desert Eagle, and if the Desert Eagle still couldn’t penetrate the Time-Space Assassin’s defenses...
Well, there would be nothing else to say. He would just run for it and forget anything else.
But that was clearly impossible.
Even a fall from a car could result in a cracked skull, so it made no sense that a handgun couldn’t kill. Flesh was frail before kinetic weapons.
Click.
With the last bullet forcibly pressed into the magazine,
Lin Xian now had a total of three magazines, each with 15 rounds of ammunition.
He inserted one of the magazines into the Sig Sauer pistol, making sure the safety was on to avoid any accidental discharge.
He first placed the primed and ready large-caliber handgun in his right pocket, then put the two heavy magazines in his left pocket.
"Hmm, Big Face Cat was right, a sense of security comes from gunpowder and bullets."
Through the exterior of his suit, he felt the cold steel body of the gun inside his pocket.
Lin Xian truly felt a deeply nostalgic sensation.
Even in the commanding Dream World, it had been a very long time since he had touched a gun.
The last time he had handled a gun was in The Second Dreamland, when he and CC were infiltrating New Donghai City.
Since then, moving into the Third and Fourth Dreamlands, he had become increasingly feeble,
not feeling the omnipotent overlord vibe from The First Dreamland; instead, as soon as the dream began, he was trapped so firmly that he was living a life worse in the Dream World than in reality.
"Hopefully, I’ll get rid of that mysterious old man quickly."
Lin Xian straightened the collar of his suit, patting the gun in his right pocket.
He really hoped that one day, he could shoot one of those 10mm bullets into Kevin Walker’s head... compared to being crashed into by such a huge Skyspace Aircraft, such a small bullet was letting him off cheap.
And by that time, progress in the Fourth Dreamland should also be forthcoming.
Turning around,
Angelica’s driver, carrying two oversized suitcases, entered the villa living room, with the flamboyantly dressed Angelica following behind:
"Are you ready?"
Lin Xian nodded.
"Then take a seat."
Angelica gestured to the chair beside her:
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"It’s my turn to dress you up now."
After delivering the two big suitcases, the driver left, and under Lin Xian’s gaze, Angelica started opening them—
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The contents of the cases were sophisticatedly designed, effortlessly unfolding into several layers, methodically arranged and brimming with all sorts of bottles, jars, and unintelligible items.
Lin Xian wasn’t surprised.
Yesterday, when Angelica said she would make him unrecognizable to the world, he guessed she meant to do his makeup.
But still...
Makeup was, after all, just for enhancement. Could it truly change one’s facial features or even their bone structure?
Lin Xian was skeptical.
Even though makeup was one of the four great evil arts of Yaxing, Lin Xian believed that the most sinister was the PS beauty technique of China... That was the real art of complete transformation.
As he contemplated,
Angelica began her work,
Instead of starting with foundation or primer, she mixed the contents of various bottles and jars like brewing a potion, combining them in a glass vessel, matching her skin tone, stirring, stirring until it became thick,
"Wait, what are you doing?"
Lin Xian asked curiously:
"You’re not going to put that on my face, are you?"
"What are you afraid of, it’s not any witchcraft or dark magic. Shut up, don’t talk, keep your lips tight."
Then,
Angelica started to plaster the sticky substance from the glass vessel onto his face like applying putty.
She applied some to his cheekbones, nose bridge, eye sockets, temples, and chin.
Lin Xian couldn’t see exactly how much she was applying,
He only felt the stickiness, especially around his eyes where she surely applied plenty.