Staying low, he scanned the building for a potential entry point.
The doors were likely locked, but there had to be another way in.
'How about that one? ' His gaze landed on a ventilation shaft near the side of the building.
It was too small for a full-grown man to crawl through.
'My options are either the door or the windows, but the windows have metal bars on them,'
He continued looking around until he spotted a corner where he could hide.
Just as he was about to move, he noticed CCTV cameras on the walls.
He froze and examined them carefully.
Fortunately, they were stationary, meaning he only needed to find their blind spots.
'They're wired... Good.'
He traced the CCTV's wire with his eyes, following its path to see if it connected to others.
This made it easier for him to create a mental map of all the CCTV cameras and visualize the blind spots.
For ordinary people, this would be difficult, but not for Neo.
He had a rare skill called Bird's Eye View—a talent found in elite athletes like top-tier soccer players, football players, and basketball players.
It allowed them to see everyone on the field, giving them an almost 360-degree awareness of their surroundings.
This ability didn't mean they had some kind of omnipotent vision.
Such a thing didn't exist in reality. There were just people so talented that their skills seemed like magic to others.
No, it worked differently. His brain memorized positions the moment he saw them, allowing him to reconstruct and visualize the area.
He opened his eyes with a slight smirk.
'I can do this.'
Without wasting time, he began moving slowly, confident that the cameras wouldn't catch him.
Step by step, he navigated through the blind spots until he reached a safer position.
There, he waited patiently for someone to exit the building.
His chance came when a figure emerged from the side door, lighting a cigarette.
The man leaned against the wall, taking slow drags, oblivious to his surroundings.
'Perfect.'
Before attacking, he first checked if the man's location was a blind spot.
Luck was on his side—it was. Even better, there were a bunch of crates nearby that he could use later.
[DING!]
[Mission: Neutralized the target]
[Reward: Brass Box ]
Or
[Mission: Kill the target]
[Reward: Bronze Box ]
'This hallucination is getting out of hand.'
He shook his head and waved away the distracting translucent window in front of him, making it vanish instantly.
'I know I'm already crazy, but damn, these things are annoying as fuck.'
'No, I need to stay focused. Can't let my mind wander,' he muttered, slapping his face with both hands to ground himself in reality.
Then, his focus turned to the man smoking nearby.
He wasn't wearing a hazmat suit—just a basic blue jumpsuit with a hat, the kind usually worn by garbage collectors.
Using the shadows for cover, he began to moved.
Step by step, he closed the distance.
The moment he was within reach, his arm shot forward, clamping tightly around the man's neck.
His other hand pressed over the man's mouth, cutting off any chance of a scream.
"Shhh... don't fight it. You're just making this harder on yourself. Just go to sleep... Everything will be so much easier that way,"
The man thrashed, his body jerking in desperation.
His fingers clawed weakly at the arm choking the life out of him, but his strength faded fast.
The gasps turned into silent convulsions as the body went limp.
[DING!]
[Bronze Box]
The notification rang in his ears.
'Fuck! I overdid it!' He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
'Wait, why am I even trusting this thing? This guy's definitely still alive.'
He set the man down and checked for a pulse.
Nothing.
'...Shit. I really killed him.' A deep sigh escaped. 'Why was his neck built like a stick?!'
He felt no remorse at all.
To him, everyone on this island was worse than an animal. No, they were garbage.
'I need to hide this piece of shit.'
He looked around and spotted a blue round container.
Curious, he opened it—only to be hit with a strong smell of acid.
"...Well, that works."
He stripped the corpse and stuffed it into a drum before slipping into the stolen clothes.
A wallet and a key caught his eye.
He picked them up and opened the wallet.
Inside, there was an ID, but no name—just a face, a number, and a job description: Utility Department - Low Access
On the back, a strip line and a chip stood out.
'So this thing works on smart locks.'
Turning, he spotted one on the main door.
A grin formed. 'this makes things easier.'