Live Stream Treasure Hunt: I Made Profits Million Times Over-Chapter 76 - -Why the Hell Does He Still Have Bullets? Is He Cheating or What?（1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

The moment Conrad finished speaking, his underlings responded immediately, lifting their guns ready to rush out.

However, what greeted them was a flurry of bullets from Daniel’s relentless onslaught.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each shot precisely hit those who dared to show themselves.

The first to charge out was immediately cut down.

Conrad was left confused. "Why?" he thought. "Why does he still have bullets? Could he be using an extended magazine?"

That must be it. Even though he had never seen anyone modify a Desert Eagle like that before, there wasn’t any other explanation.

A Desert Eagle uses large bullets.

Even with an extended magazine, it wouldn’t hold more than ten rounds.

Conrad pondered for a moment before shouting, "Keep firing, don’t give him a chance to reload!"

He perked his ears, focused entirely on the sound of gunfire.

He didn’t believe that Daniel had loaded magazines ready beforehand.

As long as he could catch the gap when Daniel was reloading, he could take him down.

Daniel occasionally fired a few rounds, stalling for time.

In fact, with his sharpshooter-level gun skills, he could take care of these guys himself.

But doing so would certainly cause a commotion.

Plus, he still needed to figure out who these people were and who he had offended to be under such intense attack.

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The moment he fired his first shot, he had instructed his AI housekeeper to call the police.

Now all he needed to do was hold off until they arrived.

Daniel let off two more rounds, noticing that even though the enemy was firing back, they were only shooting straight from the entrance.

Their bullets were all aimed at the area directly across from the entrance.

It seemed they were petrified by Daniel’s flawless marksmanship and dared not expose even the hand holding their guns.

Daniel decided to stop firing and take a rest behind the sofa.

The moment the gunfire inside the living room ceased, Conrad shouted excitedly, "That bastard’s out of ammo! Charge!"

Hearing this, the goons who were still firing hesitated, exchanging looks, but no one dared to charge.

The last two people who followed Conrad’s orders had lost their lives.

Realizing why no one obeyed his order, Conrad quickly understood what was going on and shouted desperately, "It’s for real this time. If we wait any longer, he’ll have reloaded!"

Growing frantic, Conrad grabbed his gun and charged ahead, with his underlings reluctantly following.

After a protracted gunfight, these dozen or so people finally took advantage of Daniel’s momentary rest to rush into the house.

They unloaded their guns into the living room.

Hearing the footsteps, Daniel thought to himself, "Just sat down, and they’re already coming. Can’t a man get a break?"

Believing that Daniel was hiding behind the largest sofa, Conrad and his gang unleashed a torrent of bullets in its direction.

But just a second before they rushed in, Daniel displayed a superhuman reaction speed, moving behind the single-seater sofa.

Squatting down, gun in hand, he waited in silence.

As the sound of gunfire began to fade, replaced by the clinking sound of reloading, he abruptly rose up, instantly aiming his gun at the nearest gunman, and pulled the trigger, spewing out fire.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each bullet hit a figure accurately.

In an instant, seven men were lying in a pool of blood.

So accurate!

Too damn accurate!

Everyone was petrified, forgetting even to flee.

Fear filled their hearts as the shadow of death enveloped them all.

Conrad was terrified, seeing seven of his boys down on the ground.

Seven men?!

He abruptly looked at the gun in his hand.

The magazine in his hand wasn’t an extended one.

That meant it could only hold a maximum of seven bullets.

He was out of ammo!

Joy instantly swept away the fear in Conrad’s heart, and he shouted, "He’s out of bullets!"

"He’s out of bullets!"

"Everyone, shoot the fuck up!!!"

No one dared to move.

For each time the phrase ’out of bullets’ was shouted, a life was lost.

Now not only had they lost seven more men, but the remaining ones were also exposed to the enemy’s line of fire without any place to hide.

Fire?

Whoever fires will be the one to die!

Although they outnumbered their enemy, they were frightened to a standstill by Daniel.

Daniel had accomplished the feat of a one-man siege against a dozen.

As Conrad was reloading, he shouted angrily at his men, "Fire your guns, dammit! Fire!!"

"If we don’t fire now, we’re all going to die!"

Daniel did not continue shooting after killing seven men. They finally understood that not firing would save their lives!

Daniel looked at Conrad. This guy was something else.

Under such circumstances, he could still keep his cool and analyze whether he had bullets left.

If he had been holding a regular pistol, he might have been right.

Unfortunately for him, the Desert Eagle in Daniel’s hand was a piece of high-tech weaponry, with unlimited ammo!

Daniel pointed his gun at Conrad and asked calmly, "Are you sure you want to bet on whether I’ve got any bullets left?"

Looking at the thick barrel of the gun, Conrad’s legs couldn’t help but shake, forcing down his fear, he sneered, "I’m betting that your gun... is out of bullets!"

With that, he quickly raised his gun, ready to shoot.

Sadly, in Daniel’s eyes, his movements were too slow.

Pulling the trigger, a loud BANG resounded.

The bullet flew out from the flames, hitting Conrad right between the eyes.

A muffled THUD!

Conrad’s head exploded like a watermelon.

Even in death, he couldn’t understand how Daniel’s pistol, which was clearly a standard magazine, could fire another bullet after shooting seven rounds.

The gruesome scene had everyone’s hair standing on end.

The sight was so graphic that many folks ended up losing their last meal.

The question in everyone’s mind was how the hell did this guy still have bullets?

Did he use some kind of cheat code like in a video game?

This was beyond any scientific explanation!

Alongside their confusion, there was also a palpable relief.

Thank God they didn’t listen to Conrad and kept firing, otherwise, it would be their heads blowing up right now.

Daniel was just about to address the remaining folks when the sound of police sirens blared from outside.

As always, the cops only show up when the situation’s resolved.

Soon, heavily armed SWAT officers stormed into the house, shouting, "Don’t move! We are the police!"

"Drop your weapons! Hands on your head! Get down on the ground!"

The remaining gang members complied, considering that facing jail time was still better than losing their lives.

Daniel had just holstered his gun when Rachel came rushing in.

The stormy expression on Rachel Williams’ face instantly disappeared when she saw Daniel unharmed.

Rachel threw herself onto Daniel, "Thank God, you’re okay."

Daniel, taken aback by Rachel’s sudden move, slowly wrapped his arms around her, gently patting her back, "Who said I’m okay?"

Rachel pushed Daniel back, frantically checking him up and down. Not finding a single speck of blood, she looked at Daniel confused, "Where are you hurt?"

Daniel patted his chest, "My heart." "Just look at the mess they made here. The new house looks like a battlefield now. It breaks my heart."

Rachel rolled her eyes, admonishing him, "You gave me a scare. You can just refurbish the place."

Daniel replied, "Refurbishing costs money, doesn’t it? I can’t stay in the house while it’s being redone, and I have to stay in a hotel, which also costs money."

Rachel laughed in exasperation, "Stop playing poor in front of me. I’ve seen the container blind box auction show. You’ve found a bunch of treasures that must’ve sold for a fortune."

"Last time, the batch of military goods I helped you handle alone was worth millions."

Daniel pouted, "But I still have to stay in a hotel, and I absolutely hate that."

Rachel asked, "Don’t you have any friends you can crash with?"

Daniel stared straight at Rachel, "You’re my only friend."

Rachel’s face darkened instantly, "Get out!" "Go live with Soph!"

Sophia Rosewood had been planning to move in with Daniel, and most of her stuff had already been shifted. Now, it seemed like she’d have to move it all back.

Daniel said, "Soph has a roommate. It wouldn’t be convenient for me to stay there." Then, he sighed, "Guess I’ll have to sleep on the streets."

Looking at Daniel’s serious expression, Rachel bit her lip, took a glance at her busy colleagues, and whispered, "Fine, you can stay at my place."

Daniel pretended to clean his ears, "What did you say? I couldn’t hear you."

With a sullen face, Rachel turned to leave, "Never mind if you didn’t hear!"

Daniel quickly followed her, grinning, "Oh! Suddenly I heard you. You asked me to stay with you." "Sure! I accept!"

Hearing this, Rachel took a sharp step back, whipping around to retort, "Get lost! Who asked for your consent?"

"Don’t follow me, consider yourself a hobo tonight, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Daniel knew that Rachel was just venting, so he packed up some essentials, preparing to follow her.

However, as Rachel was still not off work, she handed Daniel the keys, gave him specific instructions on the location, and sent him on his way.