Gamers Are Fierce

The mood of the witch fell like the Titanic, fell...

　　It is very difficult to deal with the **** of the north wind alone. That woman can summon modern firearms such as missiles, artillery, heavy machine guns, and machine guns out of thin air.

　　 and some near-future, terrifying individual weapons.

　　When dealing with it, it is bound to cause a huge movement, attracting those ubiquitous deformities.

　　 And that Balalaika is the strongest in the entire GRU Parapsychology Department.

　　 In the Sky Arena and the Realm Corridor, the Syndicate had communicated with the opponents they encountered, and the witch still remembered Taihao's evaluation of Balalaika.

"That woman? Uh, she's pretty good. Although I beat her heads-up, neither of us took a serious shot, and her true strength is definitely more than the eighteenth. If any of you--except out of control Besides, if you meet her alone, it's better to run away or call for help from others..."

　　 Taihao, as the chief of the syndicate disciple, rarely gives such a high evaluation to outsiders, and the witch and others have a particularly profound influence on this.

　　 Click.

　　 The sound of magazine filling came from behind.

　　 Balalaika squinted his eyes half-heartedly, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, holding a Stechkin APS automatic pistol in both hands, the muzzle pointed at the witch's back.

　　Mingming that automatic pistol was unremarkable in spiritual detection, without any extraordinary power fluctuations, and did not trigger any warning of protective equipment.

　　 The witch has a big alarm bell in her heart, her whole body is standing upright, and the feeling of being stared at by carnivorous predators arises spontaneously.

will die.

　　 was hit by that gun and would die.

　　"..."

　　 The witch's movements froze in place, a pendant with a faint light on her wrist, gradually dimming.

　　 She slowly raised her hands to indicate that she was not hostile. At the same time, she looked at the **** of the north wind high in the distance, and said blankly, "I have an automatically triggered early warning device.

　　 If I receive a fatal threat, and I lose my freedom, independence, and sober will, it will immediately force me to wake up and make me surrender and exit the game.

　　 So no matter what you want to do, you can't threaten me, the big deal I just quit. "

　　 "Really, then you don't just quit?"

Balalaika grinned and let go of the APS - the dark, fully automatic pistol did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, and the muzzle continued to point at the witch, "Don't worry, if we want to kill you, we just did it. "

　　 The witch's face darkened, and she said inwardly: "Then what do you want?"

Balalaika made a look at the northern wind **** in the distance. The latter put away his sci-fi style near-future sniper rifle, stepped lightly on the broken stone staircase, and glided down to the witch. The flashlight shone on the waist belt of the witch.

　　 The countdown on the belt of the three of them is exactly the same.

　　 "Is it the same..."

　　 Balalaika groaned and inhaled a cigarette. The flame of the cigarette **** pulsed with the breath, and the light and dark changed.

　　 The witch subconsciously asked: "What?"

　　 "Time."

　　 Balalaika pointed to his belt and said lightly: "This thing is indeed a life-saving item to protect players from creatures in the script world, and it is also a speed limiter for killing games to push players to fight each other."

As if noticing the expression on the witch’s face, Balalaika slowly said in a lazy voice full of magnetism, “The creatures in the script world I’m talking about are not the human heads and horses you saw, but something stronger. .

　　Compared with those gadgets, a donkey horse with a human head can only be regarded as a colony of ant colonies without mental retardation..."

　　 Balalaika gave a chuckle, looked down at the sorrowful witch, and said casually: "You should be trying to contact other people in the syndicate now?

　　 Sorry, these layers of the building can absorb most of the free energy in existing forms.

　　Short-range communication is fine,

　　 If you communicate over long distances, you cannot connect at all.

　　 We have tried this.

　　 So don't even think about asking your companion to rescue you.

　　In addition..."

　　 Balalaika looked at the witch who was a head shorter than herself, and smiled: "You don't need to worry about me and your companions taking away the crystal powder from your belt for the time being."

　　 The witch expressionlessly said: "What do you mean?

　　According to your statement, isn't the powder in the belt able to protect players from certain monsters?

　　 One person only has powder that can last for 24 hours, forcing the group of players to fight each other at the beginning, rob each other of powder, and buy time for themselves.

　　 Or do you plan to hold me hostage? Use me to force the others in Syndicate to surrender and hand over the powder?

　　 Then you may be disappointed.

　　In this stage, players can freely choose to surrender and exit, and other people will not surrender for me..."

"you guessed wrong."

　　 Balalaika shook her head and pointed her finger at the huge 37 on the wall next to it, "This is the thirty-seventh floor of the building, and we escaped from a certain pipe on the thirty-ninth floor.

　　In other words, this building has at least forty floors of actual space, each floor is extremely vast and communication is difficult.

　　 In such a situation, given the degree of dispersion among players, there must be no way to find other players in a very short time. Through the battle, obtain powder for the radiation device that maintains the identity verification example.

　　 300 players, each 24 hours, 168 hours of living here, finally won 50 players

　　 As long as simple mathematical calculations, you can find that even if all the time is put together, there are not enough 50 people to live for 168 hours.

　　 If you try to guess the intention of the killing game, you can get a possibility..."

　　 The witch's thoughts turned sharply, and she immediately reacted, "One, the powder is not enough. Even if the players fight each other, they will inevitably use up all the powder they find and encounter an attack after four to five days.

　　 Most players who have survived since then will be hunted down.

　　 Two, there is not enough powder, but players can occasionally put in powder to get protection. If there is no time for powder replenishment, you need to hide from the east and avoid danger.

　　三, in addition to killing each other, players can also use other methods to obtain a small amount of powder supplement from the script world, so that they can live for seven days..."

　　 "Yes, you are really smart."

　　 Balalaika nodded and said, "The first and second possibilities are not high. If you have seen the so-called [security guards] on the 39th floor, the slaughter of the distorted structure,

　　You know that even the top 50 players can hardly survive surrounded by security guards.

　　 So the most likely one is the third.

　　 Some places on this map contain crystal powder that holds the device, as well as information that allows us to understand the worldview setting of the map itself.

　　 That is to say, as long as we can find supplies, we don't have the necessary reason to eliminate you and get the powder on your body-you are a good helper in battle and a hostage of the syndicate.

　　 No matter how you say it, Lost Control and Taihao will not turn a blind eye to your death. Maybe they will form an alliance with us to jointly deal with the large and powerful European Heavy Industry Group——

　　 The latter must have guessed what I was thinking. At this time, they have already started to form a gang, looking for some kind of equipment and devices on the floor.

　　 You have useful value to us. "

"Ah."

　　 The witch grinned, and just about to say something sarcasm, UU reading www.uukanshu.com heard a loud explosion from far away.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　 A hundred-meter-long blazing flame sword pierced the metal roof of the sky,

　　 shines an extremely dazzling light into the 37th floor that has been dim for an unknown period of time.

　　 Wow!

　　 After one blow, the blazing flame sword slowly disappeared, and the flaming steel melted by the blazing flame dripped down like a crimson waterfall.

　　 Through the cracks of the sky, the dark space above the roof can be seen.

　　 Michael's Flame Sword...

　　 The witch took a deep breath. With her eyesight, she couldn't recognize the exact length of the sword of flame, and guessed which floor Michael is on.

　　 and where and what she faced, swung this sword.

　　 "No matter how many times I watch it, it's still spectacular..."

　　 Balalaika looked at the rapidly cooling fiery red molten steel, sighed, waved his hand, and let the witch and the **** of the north wind follow her and walk in the opposite direction of the flame sword.

"Ok?"

　　 The witch looked at the crack in the sky behind, turned her attention away from the floating pistol pointed at her, looked at Balalaika and asked: "Aren't you looking for someone to form an alliance? Go to Michael!"

　　 "A divine envoy who walks in the world does not care about the opinions of mortals."

　　 Balalaika faintly said: "How could the **** envoy form an alliance with mortals?"