Gamers Are Fierce

"Ho ho—"

Bob's neck was firmly pinched by the cold armoured palms, his huge body hung in the air, the dark face was full of veins, his facial features were slanted, his mouth was half open unconsciously, and he was struggling to draw oxygen.

His right arm has been twisted into twists, and pale bone fragments pierced the skin and pierced out. A pool of blood has accumulated on the steps leading to the church.

That piece of sleeping life, floating quietly in a pool of blood.

His left hand was weakly resting on Miss Chai's palm, trying to buckle the opponent's fingers from his neck.

However, the strength of Qing'e Jia depends on the strength of the spirit body in it.

After Ms. Chai absorbed a part of the misty atmosphere, it was no longer what she used to be.

Not to mention that Bob is a mere occult player, even if he is a combat player who specializes in tempering his body, don't think about taking advantage of pure power.

"and many more!"

Seeing that Bob was about to be strangled to death by this substitute who suddenly popped out, John Joyce and others were panicked, took a step forward, and said anxiously: "Don't kill him!"

Li Ang turned his head slowly and looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

John Joyce's heartbeat was inexplicably beaten, and intensive cold sweat broke out behind his back.

Facing Li Ang's gaze, he felt as if he was being stared at by an unsentimental monster in human skin.

This kind of oppression... How long has he not experienced it since he became a player?

John Joyce retracted his trance, and said anxiously: "Although this time it seems to be a scripted mission focused on solving puzzles, the setting of five players,

It is enough to prove that in this mission, there is likely to be a five-player combat link.

Any piece of combat power is precious. "

"Ha ha,"

Li Ang smiled indifferently, "Just now, you didn't seem to say that."

John Joyce was silent for a while, and defended: "I'm very sorry, in fact, I also oppose Bob's approach just now. Teammates should trust each other..."

"I think so too."

Li Ang directly interrupted the other party’s words, and slowly walked towards Bob, who was on the edge of suffocation, and picked up the sleeping life biscuit on the ground.

He also took over the double-barreled shotgun originally belonging to the black old man from Miss Chai.

Name: Canvas Firework Shotgun

Type: Weapon

Quality: excellent

Attack power: medium

Special effect: burst of fireworks. Pull the trigger to fire two fireworks from the barrel. The firework will burst automatically after touching a solid surface or moving forward 200 meters, sputtering metal debris with a temperature of 1500c in the arc range

Consumption: 5% of the total blood in the body, 200 points of stamina

Cooling time: None

Equipment conditions: The total amount of blood in the body exceeds 3000ml

Remarks: The rising fireworks, seen from below? Or from the side?

Li Ang nodded and praised, "It's a good thing."

In the script world of the killing game, teammates can trade items, or use equipment and props handed over by others.

But the prerequisite for all this is that both parties must be completely voluntary and cannot be coerced or held hostage.

Otherwise, the equipment and props in your hand are just what it looks like, and you cannot use the special effects-this can prevent low-level players from being intimidated by high-level teammates during script tasks and having to surrender everything. Equipment props.

The setting of "completely voluntary" is really mysterious.

According to the test of some large organizations, drug or mind control on players cannot be regarded as absolute voluntary.

Li Ang couldn’t use this equipment himself, nor could he put it in the package.

But this didn't prevent him from wiping the shotgun at will, and hung it on the gun bag around his waist-I can't use it, and you don't want to take it away.

Li Ang’s movements are natural and smooth, like a habitual offender with rich criminal experience.

He looked up at Bob, who was on the verge of suffocation, weighed the sleeping life in his hand, and said coldly: "I heard, you just wanted to eat this for me?"

Miss Chai stretched out her fist in a tacit understanding, and hit Bob's chest with an upper uppercut, which dented his chest. She didn't know how many ribs had been broken, and the sound of creaking was audible.

After an uppercut, Miss Chai moderately loosened her grip on Bob's neck.

The latter, whose chest was severely injured, only felt that his chest was so painful that he was about to burst, his eyes were pitch black, his ears were roaring, and he couldn't see or hear anything at all.

"I, I was wrong..."

Bob, unable to see or hear, said strenuously, "I shouldn't think about controlling you... ahem, I'm actually a member of the Midnight Brotherhood. I'm willing to spend four thousand dollars after leaving the script world. , No! Five thousand game currency to buy my own life."

Bob didn’t want to die at all. Before he became a player, he was just a fresh meat shop worker living in a slum with a low salary.

No wife and no children (to be precise, he had a girlfriend and an illegitimate child many years ago, but after his girlfriend became pregnant, he ran away and disappeared),

Live a hard life.

After becoming a player, he turned over and became a guest of the underground gang in the local city. Not only did he move out of the slum, he also owned a luxurious sports car and a charming partner.

Become a real master.

Bob, who has just begun to taste the life of a superior, can't die here anyway, he hasn't enjoyed enough yet.

"Five thousand game currency, huh, it's really generous."

Li Ang smiled and shook his head. He would not accept the other party's deal-this meant exposing his player nickname to a hostile organization.

He has a better way to control each other,

"Open your mouth."

Li Ang said coldly and asked Miss Chai to put Bob to the ground, and with brute force, she opened the old black man's mouth.

"You, what are you doing?!"

Bob lay on his back to the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~, his upper and lower jaws were forcibly opened, and there was even a sharp pain in the corners of his mouth being torn.

While struggling, he shouted vaguely: "It's useless! This sleep life cookie is useless for me!

If I didn't give it to you voluntarily, this cookie won't trigger special effects! "

"Who said to feed you cookies?"

Li Ang shook his head, "You should feel lucky, Brother Dao, I am old and can't lift the knife.

If you were changed to you who were hostile to me before, you should now be torn apart and chopped finer than the dumpling filling.

But if I don’t kill you, it doesn’t mean I can’t do anything to you..."

Li Ang said casually, dragging out a fat, fleshy worm covered with unknown foul-smelling mucus from the void.

Race towards Bob’s mouth,

"Come on, take medicine."