War Paradise

As night fell, other players in the city of Holomansk began to move around again.

Although the capital of the **** has always imposed a curfew, as long as you go to the streets in the middle of the night you will be wanted by the patrols, but after the **** battle last night, the number of patrols today is smaller and not as serious as yesterday.

After replenishing energy during the day, the combat effectiveness of the players who survived tonight is much stronger than that of last night. The field of vision of the patrols at night is much smaller than during the day.

Because of this, the players who have been hiding in the apartment during the day have also taken to the streets one after another and began to perform various "sorry operations":

"stop……"

Seeing a vague figure in front of him, vaguely indistinct, a patrolman holding an AK, followed the figure into the alley between the two apartments.

Before he could gain a foothold, his military cap, together with the night vision goggles mounted on the brim, was suddenly removed roughly. Before the soldier had time to raise his gun, a swaying red light lit up in front of his eyes.

Then what sounded from the ear was an unusually magnetic feminine male voice:

"You are a loli...No, you are a trash can."

"You are a trash can..."

Like a male voice filled with magic sounds, he was taken in by the patrolman. Although his hands were still trying to raise the gun, his body was unusually heavy for some reason, and his consciousness was quickly blurred until it disappeared, really like a trash can. Yes, he leaned stiffly against the wall and stopped moving.

"Thank you for your cooperation~"

The thin black-clothed man like a stick, grinned with his mouth full of fangs, put away the hypnotic pendant in his hand, broke the patrolman's stiff hands, and took the AK-47 into his backpack.

After completing the hypnosis, the person did not stay much longer. He grabbed the drain pipe on the wall of the apartment and climbed up the roof like an ape. Before he could stand still, he heard a soft noise.

Snapped!

The thin and slender man who had just gotten on the roof and was going to run, fell weakly, and disappeared in the air as data fragments. A line of kill prompt appears in the sight of all surviving players:

The player "Sleeping Green Tea" was killed by the player "Killing-feel"!

After finishing the shooting, the sniper lying on the roof of an apartment 300 meters away, put away his M14 combat rifle equipped with an eight-fold mirror without saying a word, jumped off the roof and disappeared into the gloomy night.

"Someone shot!"

Although his sniper rifle was equipped with a silencer, in the quiet night, the gunfire was still particularly noticeable, and the patrolmen who had been perfunctory nearby immediately became energetic.

And when they heard the gunshots, several nearby players cursed secretly in their hearts, while hiding in their apartment as quickly as possible, avoiding the patrolman's search.

However, in such a dangerous situation, there are still some madmen who "do not take the ordinary road", taking advantage of the dangerous opportunity to fish in troubled waters...

When the patrols were searching along the street, a tattered Lada station wagon parked on the side of the street suddenly started up, and a loud noise similar to a formula car erupted in the engine. The whole car almost flew out and turned the two cars off. The patrolman, who had no time to dodge, ran under the wheel, and the wheel dragged a long bloodstain on the street.

"..."

The man in black sitting in the driver's seat without saying a word, with a sharply contoured face and a capable flat head, is the first purchaseable entourage of "War of Heaven". Players have almost one of them-mass production type. T800 robot.

"Fire, fire!"

In the face of the sudden attack, the patrols next to him were stunned for a few seconds before reacting. They all raised their guns and shot at the car that was surging. Taking advantage of this opportunity, a man who had been squatting next to the fire hydrant on the street corner was sneaky. I stood up awkwardly, bent over and rushed to an apartment on the side of the street.

"Hehehe..."

While running, the man in the black night clothes laughed softly.

In fact, he has just seen the hiding places of several nearby players. In his opinion, those stupid players should still be paying attention to the commotion on the street. As long as they take this opportunity to sneak into the house and kill them, he can easily win the heads. Up!

Thinking of this, the wretched masked man took out an inconspicuous small key from his backpack and held it firmly in his palm. The introduction of the item that had been read many times appeared before his eyes again.

The master key of the Thieves Guild.

Consumables.

Item level: Epic.

With this key, you can open any door that uses old-fashioned locks except safe houses and special plot locations. The key will be damaged after three uses.

"The thieves' guild below Rift City stores all kinds of treasures, but only insiders who can obtain the qualifications to join the thieves' guild can obtain this key."

The masked person knows that there is no "safe house" setting in this map. With this key, you can open the apartment doors where the players are hiding, and then take the opportunity to kill those guys!

Thinking of this, he also decisively used the master key to unlock the side door of one of the apartments, lowered his figure and slipped into the dark apartment aisle.

The masked man saw clearly just now that while his entourage was creating chaos, a man with a broken hand hid in this apartment, and this was the reason why he chose to kill this person in the first place. After all, players with disabled DEBUFF have a better solution than players in a normal state.

After entering the apartment, the masked man held his breath and slipped into the living room of the apartment lightly without making a sound.

Then, he saw the man who was missing a hand sitting on the sofa with his back to him, leaving himself a back of his head.

Seeing this scene, the masked man took out a short-handled serrated saber and held it in his hand, quietly walked over, stood behind the player, and suddenly swung the knife from the side to the opponent's throat.

Click!

The poor man sitting on the sofa had his throat cut without any suspense.

When the masked man was about to turn around and leave "hidden deep in his merits and fame", he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

——The kill prompt did not appear, and the opponent's neck did not spray blood at all.

The masked man swung his knife again in amazement, trying to cut off the opponent's head, but before the second attack began, the man whose throat had been cut had already turned his head and stared at him with turbid, godless eyes and neck. There was not a drop of blood in the fracture on the upper part, and the skin color appeared unnaturally bluish-white in the moonlight.

"Fuck, zombie..."

The masked man yelled in amazement, and then was pierced into the heart by a knife, and the body fell to the ground weakly, dissipating into the air in fragments.

"Why do people still dare to rob in the capital of the hell?" The corpse demon snorted in wonder, put the fruit knife in his left hand back to the coffee table, and then later realized that his godless eyes widened:

"Where is his body? I want to possess!"

This monster that is still using a crippled body has not been seen, that line will only show the prompt in the player's line of sight:

The player "Lord Frost" was killed by the player "backstream"!