After I became the infinite flow boss

At this time, on the first floor of a certain building.

Two players were talking while being alert to their surroundings.

"What should we do? We can't deal with that Orlan alone."

"Even long-range sneak attacks and sniping are useless. We can't do anything at close range."

They are not old players. They have only been in the infinite world for a few months. Because of their extraordinary sniping skills, they were noticed by a big man in the virtual world and were taken into the union.

Originally, they were just sent to conduct routine investigations on [Zombie Rising], but they didn't expect to encounter so many things one after another.

"I told you that when I saw Orlan's name on the player's business card, I advised you not to come in. It was you who said you wanted to see the top 100 players on the infinite list. It's your fault for encountering such things."

"Shut up, aren't you curious? You blame me for your decision now, idiot 1

The two people cursed each other. They were seven or eight meters away from each other and could kill each other with guns in the next second.

"Olan can't be killed. We can't pass the level alone. What should we do now?"

"Didn't they split into two groups? Orlan can't deal with the zombie king alone, right? If we go over and kill the players in the safe house now, won't Orlan's plan be ruined anyway? "

"Who knows if it can be done? Haven't you heard that a player in the top 100 of the infinite list beat [Zombie Rising] alone? Orlan's differentiated profession is ghost warrior, so he can probably do it." The shorter player said.

"Shut up! The tall player winked, as if to say that everything that happened here was recorded in the live broadcast. They are so incompetent that they will definitely die if they are seen by the people in the union.

Unlike players like Orlan who are strong enough to work alone, most of them have to find an organization to rely on after entering the infinite world, otherwise they will basically die.

Without resources and intelligence, they may die directly if they break into a dungeon. If they encounter a team that has teamed up in advance, the weak ones will be killed in a few moves, and some will be used until the end before they break up and are stabbed in the back.

The short player knows that the most terrifying thing in the infinite world is not the monsters, but the people who are also players.

However, his view may change after encountering this dungeon. Because intelligent monsters are really scary.

"Hey, there is something I have to say." The tall player suddenly seemed to remember something, and his face was nervous.

"What is it?" The short player asked.

"When I switched to thermal sensing sniping just now, there was a person who didn't use thermal sensing and didn't see it, but I could see it with my naked eyes." This shouldn't be an illusion or a mistake.

"Hey, don't scare me."

"Who scared you, I saw it with my own eyes 1

"Ah?" The short player frowned, "What's the situation?"

The tall player paused for three seconds and said: "Maybe, it's not a person, but..."

"Zombie! ?" The short player widened his eyes, "No, he sneaked into the players as if nothing had happened, but he was a zombie?"

"Not a zombie," the tall player didn't want to admit it, "It should be... the zombie king."

"Fuck. ”

The short player was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight, and was particularly confused.

They walked out of the building and found themselves in a small path with a distance of ten meters. There was no one around, only a pile of broken vehicles and fallen trees.

"Doesn't Oran know?"

"He probably knows."

"He let the Zombie King join the team even though he knew it?"

"His goal is not to pass the level. That item is more useful than passing ten thousand levels. He is the kind of person who would not be surprised to cooperate with the Zombie King."

The tall player blurted out, but when he said it, he really realized the absurdity of this matter.

"Cooperate with the dungeon boss? Are you kidding? Is he crazy? The short player accidentally raised his voice when he was excited, which sounded particularly loud in the street with only two people.

The tall player suddenly felt something was wrong and stopped where he was and looked around.

"What?" The short player was puzzled.

The tall player ignored him and continued to observe the surroundings.

This is the city center after all. There used to be a lot of zombies wandering around and destroying many shops. It was chaos everywhere.

The tall player didn't find anything, but he vaguely felt that he heard some sound.

And it was a human voice.

"Hey, hey, why the hell are you suspicious? There are only two of us here, and there are no zombies. Otherwise, they would have come out when we were fighting with Orlan. 1 The short player also began to get nervous.

The tall player raised his hand to signal him to shut up, and slowly squatted down, trying to distinguish the source of the sound.

Seeing him like this, the short player stopped talking and began to pay attention to the movements around him.

The tall player found that he couldn't hear the sound with his naked ears, so he had to activate his only upgraded [Listening] skill.

He lowered his knees, and the sounds around him were clear to his ears, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind blowing the cloth, his own heartbeat, the heartbeat of the short player... Suddenly, he heard another heartbeat nearby.

"Fuck? ”

The short player was so shocked by his sudden movements that he was in a bad mood, "What happened?"

The tall player pointed in the direction ahead, with his index finger pointing underground.

There was a big hole in that place, and it seemed that they were originally repairing the underground pipeline, but because of the sudden outbreak of the zombie crisis, no one covered it up, leaving a hole like this.

"Is there someone underground?" The short player was shocked.

"Yes, it should be a player. I heard him calling for help. The voice was very weak, but it should be correct." The tall player nodded.

"Huh?" The short player rolled his eyes, "After all this time, you mean to find a player who accidentally fell into the pit? Damn, this has nothing to do with us."

"It's hard to say, but if we save him, maybe we can have an extra partner to deal with Orlan. If he really can't do it, we can steal some things from him."

The implication is that we will probably be abandoned by the union after this dungeon, so we might as well get some things first.

"That's right." The short player thought about it.

They quickly walked to the vicinity of the pit and found that it was indeed a pipeline repair port. A strong wind blew from below, and the pipeline's lighting was still on. Although it flickered from time to time, it was still useful.

"You go down first. You are a little stronger in close combat than me." The tall player said.

"Huh?" The short player raised his eyebrows.

"You can only take out your gun and kill me down there, isn't that good? Damn, I've been thinking about you for nothing."

"..."

The short player felt sick and almost vomited, but in order to prevent this disgusting idiot from saying disgusting things again, he chose to go down the passage first. After all, there was only one ladder down there, and what the tall player said was theoretically correct.

They walked down the ladder one after another, and the shorter player felt colder and colder down there.

He didn't think there were zombies down there, because if there were, the player down there would have died long ago and there was no way he could have called for help.

A few minutes later, he finally saw the ground, landed carefully, and grabbed the flashlight.

He shone the light and saw the dying player lying in the corner in front of him.

The tall player then landed and saw the player as well.

"He's going to die."

"I think so."

He was really thrown half to death, how useless

The short player rolled his eyes, approached the player, squatted down and said: "Give us something, I'll give you a quick death, otherwise you know that the pain nerves of players are real."

The player's eyes widened, and his pupils almost shrank to pinholes

He was a novice player, and this was his first time to challenge a dungeon. He was extremely scared when he heard that players had died one after another. When he heard the broadcast, he had hope in his heart and wanted to run to the square as soon as possible, but he was so panicked that he didn't see the big pit underground at all, and he stepped on the wrong foot and fell underground.

How pathetic.

But he still had hope, hoping that a player would find him and save him. Now hope came, and then it turned into even more terrible despair in the blink of an eye. It would be better to fall to death directly.

Seeing that he didn't say anything and stared at him with a pair of eyes, the short player felt unhappy and took out a knife, turned his hand downward, and stabbed through the dying player's palm.

The dying player was in so much pain that his face was hideous and he couldn't speak.

"What are you doing? Haven't you encountered such a thing before? First time? Then I'm so fucking honored to give you the first lesson."

"You're such a tough guy?" The tall player was a little surprised.

The short player continued to scornfully: "Be smart and hand it over quickly. Novice players usually have a low-level item given by the system. It doesn't matter if you lose it. Anyway, you're going to die."

As he said that, he took out another knife and stabbed through the dying player's other palm.

Wanting that item was just one of his reasons for doing this. The bigger reason was that he enjoyed torturing the weak, just like most infinite players like to do the most.

In this shitty world, how many people can stay mentally normal?

The dying player saw this in the eyes of the short player, and then he gave up resistance, tears flowed from his eyes, and handed over the only prop in his spiritual space to the other party.

The short player was honest after taking over, and he wiped the dying player's neck.

However, at this moment, the tall player stabbed the short player's lungs with a knife, and then cut off the short player's arm with a knife.

These were not fatal injuries, but they were enough to make the other party fall to the ground near death.

The short player fell on his back and happened to fall on the body of the player who had just died.

"You, you 1

His broken palm was still holding the new prop, but now it didn't belong to him.

"Hey, when people are proud, they are most likely to relax, don't you think so. "

The tall player smiled and said: "Hand over your props too, if you don't want to be tortured like him. "

The short player gnashed his teeth, but still handed it over obediently.

"Ha, you are sensible enough. "

A gunshot rang out, almost echoing throughout the entire underground passage.

Nearly a thousand zombies lying in ambush underground turned their heads and looked in the direction of the gunshot with their cloudy eyes.