War Paradise

It was late at night, and the dirty beach full of cans and all kinds of garbage was shrouded in total darkness.

The beach on the west side of Staten Island has not been affected by the power outage. After all, there is no one here at ordinary times. It can be regarded as one of the rare "no man's land" in New York City.

But today, this beach is not as unattended as usual.

"what……"

A hoarse female voice sounded in the garbage dumps all over the beach.

Then, a dark shadow moved.

The right hand, which was trapped in the plastic bag, stretched out from the garbage pile and roughly pushed away the pile of garbage in front.

Then stood up, a woman with scars all over her body, but nothing serious.

The brown tights were covered with scratches, and there were several more wounds on her face. The Valkyrie stood blankly in place, reached out her hand to remove a plastic bottle wrapped around her long silver hair, and looked around with a dazed expression:

"Damn, where is this? Am I still alive?"

——At the moment of being swallowed by sewage in the sewer, the Valkyrie thought she was dead, but she was not kicked out of the game.

And when she opened her eyes again, she had already appeared on this beach:

A confused Valkyrie, she opened her status bar to check the time, and saw that it was already midnight on the third day of the game, that is to say--

"I was in a coma for a day?"

Thinking of this, the Valkyrie's expression became distorted, and there was a little anger in her voice.

Although he managed to save his life under the protection of the lucky value of up to 18 points. But he was still in a coma for a day and a night. In this way, his original leading upgrade speed and game progress would undoubtedly lag far behind other players!

She looked down at the backpack hanging around her waist, and was about to check her equipment for any defects, but suddenly noticed that under the rocky cliff not far in front, an imperceptible silver light flashed.

what is that?

The Valkyrie walked over suspiciously and took out a FN-P90 submachine gun from her backpack.

——It stands to reason that this kind of ghost place where birds don't shit, there shouldn't be any buildings.

Appearing under the cliff is a silver metal door covered by a camouflage net. Although the door is being locked tightly, its security lock is naturally not the opponent of this female hacker.

The Valkyrie used her electronic eyes to easily open the door. When she saw the long metal corridor inside and the red lights installed on the walls, her dirty face showed a triumphant smile:

"I seem to have good luck? The lucky value of this game is really useful."

Confirming that there were no automatic machine guns or laser nets installed in the corridor, the Valkyrie cautiously walked in, her black leather boots stepped on the metal floor, making a dull bang.

She raised her right hand, and more than a dozen elite mercenaries, heavily armed, suddenly appeared behind her like a ghost.

Under the leadership of the Valkyrie, this small army began to invade the mysterious facility built on the coast.

...

After experiencing the blackout, New York quickly restored the original order.

But even if the power outage lasted less than a minute, it still caused at least billions of economic losses.

Almost all companies in New York temporarily stopped their work within that minute, and the automatic transactions that were originally carried out by computers suddenly stopped without warning.

When the power was restored, countless programmers and maintenance personnel wailed at the error message on the screen. After all, in this era when the power system is almost foolproof, they did not expect a power outage at all.

After the power outage, the New York police immediately notified the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and began investigating the incident. Trying to find the black hand hiding behind the scenes.

But that guy didn't exist at all, no matter how they tracked down, they couldn't find any hint of invasion!

——Does the "hacker" who invaded the grid system really exist?

Faced with such a difficult case, even the masters of the FBI began to wonder if the blackout was just a simple accident.

While they were still investigating, the morning of a new day arrived.

The morning light gently sprinkled over the metropolis, reflecting the otherwise gloomy sky. As the sun rose, the neon lights on the streets and lanes began to gradually go out.

A handsome young man living in Queens also slowly opened his eyes as the morning approached.

"Ok……"

He didn't start brushing his teeth and washing his face like ordinary citizens, but looked back at the two-story building that was transformed into a military camp, walked into the bedroom next to it, and reminded: "It's time to get up."

"Yes, boss."

The four mercenaries lying in their clothes suddenly sat up straight, grabbed the assault rifle placed on the bedside, and acted uniformly, like a ruthless machine.

"Notify the others to get up, it's time to go." A confident smile appeared on the man's handsome, rigid face:

"It's time to kill someone!" he said, clenching his fist.

——Obviously, the person who pinches his face into this "fashion icon" is not an NPC in the game, but a player.

As a very cautious guy, this player didn't leave the safe house at night, he had been remodeling guns in this solid barracks, and he didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.

He still remembered that there was a blackout in this area around ten thirty last night. According to later news, the scope of the power outage even spread to the entire New York City.

Although the sudden power outage is very abnormal, in his opinion, it is nothing more than a fixed plot event in the game. After all, it is impossible to create an accident of that degree by relying solely on the player's ability.

——I don’t know how many people can be killed today?

Recalling the two poor worms he killed in yesterday's melee, the man couldn't help laughing again.

This is not the first time he has come to this map. He is quite familiar with the gameplay of this map. Even if someone wants to set up a trap, it is just a waste of effort for this cautious guy!

Two minutes later, ten mercenaries armed to their teeth appeared in the fairly open hall of the barracks. The man nodded in satisfaction, opened the door of the safe house sideways, and said:

"You go out first."

——Every time he leaves the safe house, he asks the mercenaries to clear the way and confirms that there are no traps around the house before he walks out of the safe house.

Although it seemed a bit troublesome, this behavior did save his life--once a mercenary just got out of the house, he was blown up by a broadsword mine at the door!

"Yes."

The mercenaries stepped neatly, walked out along the corridor, into the small yard in front of the safe house, and their thick combat boots were ruthlessly trampled on the lawn.

——It doesn't seem to be a problem?

Mindful of this, the young man also cautiously walked out of the door of the safe house and stood in the courtyard with the mercenaries.

There was no red dot in the electronic eye's field of vision, and it was confirmed that no hostile player appeared within a radius of 500 meters, and the man was finally relieved.

Then, he suddenly noticed a dark red flowerpot beside the door.

——Did you have this thing yesterday?

When the player cast his confused eyes on the flowerpot, a reconnaissance satellite in orbit over the east coast of the United States also took an image of the flowerpot and transmitted the image to the wall of Lin Chi's workshop.

"It's your turn." Lin Chi winked at the crazy Evan who was standing in front of the door.

After receiving the instruction, the blaster happily pressed the red button of the remote control in his hand, and the courtyard shot by the satellite suddenly turned into a big fireball. At the same time, a line of prompt appeared in Lin Chi's vision:

The player "Night Punisher" was killed by the player "Reverse Current"!

"It's over." Lin Chi stood up and cut off the contact with the reconnaissance satellite.

At this time, the players in the seven safe houses that were found last night died under the trap he set up when they left the safe house!

Lin Chi's number of kills has also been directly increased from four to eleven. It has already exceeded the minimum number of kills required by the "Murder" winning condition.

He knew that he could become the final winner if he only needed to find a place to mix with all the other players.

However, even if he is a salted fish in the real world, Lin Chi will not play passively in the game.

After confirming that all the seven players he found last night were killed, Lin Chi turned on the communication device and whispered to the microphone on his collar: "Is the number seven here?"

"Yes." A response came from the headset almost instantly: "Is there something?"

"How is the investigation about the satellite gun?" Lin Chi went straight to the topic.

"I can't confirm the exact location yet, but according to the information I got, the secret base that controls the satellite guns is likely to be somewhere on the west side of Staten Island." The number seven answered quickly: "I still need it. Time to confirm further."

"Then please."

While Lin Chi was speaking, he took out an MP5A3 submachine gun he bought last night from his backpack, and skillfully reloaded it:

"You continue to investigate the location of the base, I will go to Staten Island to see."