Wasteland Love Game

Chapter 45
After Chen Entropy issued the invitation, the users were silent for a while, and then they typed in unison:

"You come to Confucius Mountain / Xianfeng Mountain / Maitreya Mountain."

These people are not prepared to conceal their identities at all, and are directly prepared to invite the poster to their own sect.

Five seconds after they made the invitation, the poster gave them a dubious offer:

"Can we make an appointment with less people?"

The three sect liaisons responsible for connecting with the poster saw the news, and their faces turned gloomy.

The suggestion of a "less crowded place" is so dubious that it simply tells them that something is not right.

The sect liaisons turned their minds, and immediately ordered to the next door: "Find out his IP address and see if he can locate his current location!"

"." After those colleagues quickly operated on the computer, they all shook their heads in disappointment:
"The other party's signal was blocked by advanced means, and we couldn't find it out."

Immediately afterwards, the faces of these people changed greatly: "My computer was hacked by him in turn!"

At the same time, Black Callis, who was tumbling on the bed, was suddenly startled, picked up a ps5-like instrument on the bedside, and muttered:

"Someone tried to hack my jammer?"

"They really want to take out my position." Chen Entropy replied.

All this was within his expectations.

As a top hacker, Black Carlis placed a signal jammer after entering the room to counteract network tracking methods.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Entropy can sit in the hotel and fish with confidence.

It didn't take long for those private chat users to send out a new message:

"Where do you want to meet?"

After these people realize that the poster has hacker countermeasures, they can only follow the other party's topic.

And Chen Entropy also quickly threw out a coordinate to them, and typed: "Tomorrow at noon."

The location Chen Entropy agreed upon was a suburban cemetery in Kunlun District.

Several monks in Taoist robes stepped on the nuclear-powered flying sword and smashed the mist and fell to the ground.They pressed their backs in pairs, cautiously guarding their surroundings.

The invitation from the poster yesterday looked like a Hongmen banquet, but Daomen still sent a few people to the appointment.

The reason is very simple. It is no accident that the other party posted the old site of Gusu Town in the post.

Even if the other party's statement of "witnessing the beheading at midnight" in the post is false, it is very likely that the other party knows what happened ten years ago and must find a way to silence him.

Every Taoist disciple has a police recorder on his chest.If the poster wants to lead them here to kill, the technical department of Daomen can also observe the scene through the recorder and capture the appearance of the poster.

Considering that the poster may have good hacking skills, these police recorders are equipped with the highest level of firewall software.According to the technicians, unless the poster is the top hacker in Yeshu City, it is impossible to crack it even if they try their best.

When everything is ready, Daomen sends these decoys to the appointment, which can be said to be extremely cautious.

After the Daomen monks walked forward with their swords for a while, they suddenly found a strange dark shadow in the mist.

"Who!" One of the monks immediately took out a pistol from his waist and fired three shots at the shadow.

But I heard a poetic voice from the shadow: "My body is not broken, and I can't penetrate it!"

The next moment, the bullet hit the shadow, making three metal collision sounds.

"Looking for death, isn't it? Daomen's son of a bitch!"

The black shadow scolded out from the mist.But seeing this person wearing a white robe embroidered with Confucianism patterns, holding a scroll of Haoran, his muscles were swollen, and his skin was faintly glowing with metallic luster, as if he had been hit with military stimulants.

Immediately afterwards, several more Confucian disciples came out of the mist and confronted the Taoist monks tit-for-tat.

"What are you guys doing here?" The Taoist monk asked sarcastically.

"Ah? We still have to report to you when we do things in the Confucian sect?" The Confucian sect disciples rolled up their sleeves and put on a posture of preparing to fight.

As the three major schools of Kunlun District, Confucianism and Taoism have always been in a competitive relationship, and there are often frictions between disciples.

When the relationship between the two sects was at its most rigid, the disciples of the two sects would call each other "Daomen dog" and "Confucianism pig" as soon as they met, and then began to fight in the street.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, don't fight, and put peace as the most precious thing."

Just when the two groups of people were about to fight without a word, a few more people came out of the mist.

"Who?!"

The disciples of the two factions looked over at the same time, only to see a group of mechanical monks in monk robes walking towards them with their hands folded.

"People from Buddhism are here too?" A monk from Taoism was stunned, and put away his loaded pistol.

The Confucian disciples also put away the Haoran scroll in their hands and the bazooka on their shoulders, and looked at the group of mechanical monks with bright eyes.

Among the three sects, Buddhism is a well-deserved Buddhist sect.They often act as mediators when Confucianism and Taoism are in conflict, and they hold the most public welfare activities among all schools every year.

Although these mechanical monks always displayed a kind attitude of "great merciful savior", and the technology tree was not as high as the other two factions, people from both Confucianism and Taoism basically wouldn't take the initiative to provoke them.

Don't look at the kindness of these monks on the surface, in fact, they are all per capita levers and diodes.If you can reason, I will calmly and reason with you. If you can't reason, I will first take out Gatling from the crotch and put it on your face, and then slowly reason with you.

The three factions gathered in the cemetery, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

After everyone was silent for a while, I don't know who spoke first:

"That. Were you invited here through the Jianghu Wanted Order?"

"It really is."

"The donor is right."

A Taoist cultivator asked tentatively, "You all came here for the midnight beheading?"

The answer he got was still positive.

The crowd fell silent again.

The person who posted the message brought all the three factions here, what was he trying to do?
If it's just a prank, then he's too busy to panic.

If he has a special purpose, what is he for?
Now the technicians of the three sects are trying their best to track the IP address of the posting account.Once the poster is exposed, they will face the roundup of the three major sects.

And most importantly, it's already twelve o'clock noon, why didn't the poster come?

"No, there are traps!"

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd suddenly became commotion.

This cemetery was originally located between the mountains, with fog drifting all year round, and visibility was very limited.

In this case, the enemy may strike from the fog at any time.

The disciples of the three sects took out their weapons for a long time, but they did not notice the abnormal situation at all.

"Strange. There is no enemy attack?" A Confucian disciple exhaled and released the skill program of Haoran Scroll.

"Then who the hell shouted 'there is a trap' just now?" The Taoist monks looked sullen.

"We didn't shout!" The Confucian disciples immediately defended.

"It wasn't from the poor monk." The Buddhist monks folded their hands and replied calmly.

"That" the Taoist monks looked at each other, and then shook their heads in unison.

"Could it be that the ghost shouted?" A Taoist monk wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, then turned on his mobile phone and wanted to contact the headquarters.

But he saw a huge skull icon appear on the screen of his mobile phone, and he couldn't operate it no matter how much he fiddled with it.

"Damn it, the phone was hacked?" the Taoist monk said in shock.

"Don't be frightened!" The Confucian disciples scolded angrily, and at the same time subconsciously took out their mobile phones to check.

Immediately afterwards, the Confucian disciples also shouted angrily: "Mother and maid! My mobile phone has also been hacked!"

"The poor monk's cell phone is also..."

Before everyone could figure out what happened, a black shadow descended from the sky, and the mechanical sword in his hand slashed fiercely on the Tianling cover of a Confucian disciple.

　Thank you Lord Huoyin for the 100 reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)