COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Several people stuffed some water and food into the car.

In fact, they wouldn't even bother to bring these things if it wasn't for the hunger bar.

There is no need to eat or sleep, just play, and practice body skills and marksmanship. For them, it is a paradise.

It's like returning to a happy home, like a duck to water.

A sniper rifle is mounted on the sunroof that the car has been remodeled.

They even found a bazooka and put it on the side window.

Brightly intimidating other players.

Stay away, be careful with the group.

Well-deserved people are afraid of seeing people, and they are also worried about ghosts.

After everything was installed and everyone got into the car, Bronx closed the driver's door and stomped on it.

"Let's go."

The car flew away... no, it drove out.

"I haven't been in your car for so many years... The result still hasn't changed." Bourbon was sitting in the car, even if he was wearing a seat belt, his body kept shaking, but he didn't change his face, he was used to it. looks like.

Even if the other party chose to drive straight down from a height, his body vacated the moment he landed, and his head hit the roof of the car without showing a surprised expression. His posture was very accustomed to it.

His driving skills are still taught by the other party, no, it can't be said to be the other party, after all...

Just a replica with the same but different memories.

"My stamina is about to be cleared." Tsushima Shuji said with a soul-spitting tone.

The car stopped instantly.

Not because of the stamina that Shuji Tsushima said, but because of...

"Where are we going?" The Bronx asked with a rather casual smile.

"...You have no destination?" Bourbon was silent for a moment.

"This... I'm sorry, I haven't thought about it yet." The Bronx smiled.

It's just that I haven't driven a car for a long time, and as soon as I hold the steering wheel, I can't help but want to try it.

"Forget it, just open it, and talk about it when you get to the inner circle." Wei Que didn't mind at all, and even his tone was very relaxed.

"Okay." The Bronx nodded and started the car again.

As long as you can get to the periphery, as for the road...

It doesn't matter.

…

In the dead silent city, the sound of the car's engine rang out for a long time.

From the edge of the city, all the way to the center of the city.

The not-so-white white body and the windshield were already covered in blood and smears.

Also on wheels.

There are monsters, and there are players.

It seems that when the monster and the player got in the way, the car ran over them without hesitation.

A curious player threw a reconnaissance technique at the car.

Then his expression froze.

Player id: Kaneki Ken

Stamina: 2,000

"Are you kidding me?" The player who lost his reconnaissance skills looked at his 100 stamina and stumbled.

The opponent's two thousand...

Does it mean that he can hit at least twenty of himself?

And the id of the other party, the red is scary.

"It's so popular, at least it killed two-digit players." He said in amazement.

"They actually have cars, bazookas, and snipers. Are these people professional soldiers in reality?" Some players sighed.

Sniper rifles are not uncommon, but players who can use sniper rifles are rare.

This is not something everyone can use.

So even if they saw a sniper rifle, no one would pick it up.

Heavy and useless.

Picking it up is also garbage.

"There seems to be a lot of people in that car, have you seen the information of other people?" someone asked.

Their reconnaissance skills are thrown at the car, randomly hitting the players in the car.

There is no way to specify, and it may even be lost.

"I also threw one, this id is a bit scary." A player raised his hand silently.

Even though the car had pulled away from the street outside their house, he was still a little scared.

player id: crane

Stamina: One thousand five.

"Is this crane the one we know?" Some players swallowed.

The two players who were at the top of the list at the beginning had the id of Crane and Sawada.

Not anymore, of course, because the top spot became their team name.

"One thousand and five stamina points, the top... Who is that 2,000 stamina point?" Someone fell into thinking.

"This is not the point, the point is, that group of murderers are here!"

"A total of eight people can sit in that car at most. The number of people they kill is now 130. Even if it averages out, one person has killed more than a dozen people. Some adventure groups have not killed more than they have alone!" The player's voice crashed.

"Is it too late to go to the periphery now?" Some players thought seriously.

"I'll take a step first." Some players ran away with their backpacks on their backs without saying a word.

Even if the courage has grown during this time, he dares to kill.

But there is a difference between a murderer and a murderer.

Can a pervert murderer be the same as a normal murderer?

They don't want to be targeted by murderers.

In an instant, the players in this foothold are almost scattered.

…

The Bronx parked in a spot.

It's a good place to be quiet.

Even in the inner cities where the houses are much better than the outer cities, this house is quite good.

"How's it going here?" the Bronx asked.

If that doesn't work, he'll keep driving and look elsewhere.

"Not bad~www.readwn.com~ Wei Que nodded.

"It's okay." Bourbon also had no opinion.

Tsushima Shuji silently adjusted the position of the bazooka.

Bazooka was fired in one direction.

With the sound of a bang and the sound of broken windows, several figures covered in flames fell from the upstairs.

Werewolf kills have gone up again.

"If there are other players next door, it won't be comfortable to rest, Kaa is very quick." Negroni said either a compliment or a pity.

If Kaa didn't do it, it would have been one of the five who did.

It is also possible that all five of them do it.

It's just that Kaa took the lead in solving it, and it was not their turn to do it.

"This car should also be washed." Bronx got out of the car, looked at the thick layer of blood and minced meat on the hood of the car, and sighed.

How many monsters and players have you killed along the way? Who would specifically remember this kind of thing?

It doesn't matter how much the guy blocking the road dies.

"Let's go." He looked around with a thoughtful expression, trying to find a water pipe, and then come to wash the car.

He was really found by him at the door of the parking garage, although the water pipe was broken.

and faucets.

He connected the hose to the faucet, then pointed it at the car and started running water.

What came out was not water, but a rust-colored liquid.

"...Water resources are quite important." He looked at the rust-colored liquid, but he wasn't afraid, and he didn't stop rushing the car.

After all, compared to the layer of blood plasma and minced meat on the car, the rust-colored water was clean enough.

After the plasma and meat foam were washed away, the white car, which was not so white, was completely dyed and turned into a light brown.

About the same color as the water coming out of the faucet.