This player has some conscience, but not much

This damn thing, one by one, it looks like the real thing.

Chen Mo looked around blankly.

"Young bastard! You actually want to trick me?!"

The speaker was a man wearing a black tuxedo and a half-high silk top hat.

However, this man's face was painted with red, yellow and white paint, giving him a "clown" look with the corners of his mouth turned up high. However, this absurd and ridiculous outfit seemed quite harmonious in this painting style.

None of it is abrupt.

The octopus head greeted the clown in a familiar manner, then moved a chair and sat next to him, watching with interest.

The clown plays the "chicken eating" mobile game that has become very popular in recent times, and has already entered the finals.

The clown was very nervous while playing, with his eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone.

Chen Mo also leaned his head over curiously.

The next moment, Chen Mo saw the clown shooting one by one, hitting his head with each gun, and a submachine gun was turned into shotguns, like a god coming down from the earth!

The remaining enemies were actually wiped out by the clown alone.

"Fuck! Thirty-one kill chicken! md, who else! Who else!"

"This clown is like an incurable patient in the late stages of secondary disease, shouting at the ceiling domineeringly.

Octopus Head stood aside and clapped his hands, "Awesome, boss, take me with you next time!"

"If you don't bring it, you're just a loser, and you'll only drag me down." The clown waved his hand.

"Hey, Typhon, you're here, come on, let's have a fight."

"Huh? Why me?" Chen Mo raised his eyebrows.

"I have always been very optimistic about you. I always feel that every time you play games, there is an indifferent tyrant hidden in your eyes, an out-and-out tyrant. Only people like you are worthy of being

My teammate, don’t talk nonsense, are you coming or not?”

Chen Mo's eyes twitched slightly, and he resisted the urge to dig out the three halls and six rooms with his toes.

You can be sick, but please don't drag me...

"Uh, no." Chen Mo waved his hand and refused.

"Tsk, it's a bummer, it's boring!" The clown didn't care about the two of them at all, and actually started another round.

Besides the clown, there were four other people in the room.

One of them wore a hat that was large enough to cover his entire face, holding a stack of yellowed old newspapers in his hands, reading in the dim light. Even when he was sitting, he was almost as tall as Chen Mo.

Such a tall woman....

Chen Mo turned his head and saw that the other person was much more normal.

It was wearing a well-fitting suit. But his figure was tall and thin, and his eyes were glowing with scarlet, which gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression. Coupled with the pale face with nothing but eyes, if he was in

If it appears suddenly in the middle of the night, even adults may be frightened and run away with their heads in their hands.

In addition, there is a red-eyed crow and a beautiful woman.

The woman was quite pretty. She wore slim-fitting cropped trousers that vividly outlined the round curves of her two long legs, and her round buttocks were plump and perky.

A black vest paired with an off-the-shoulder T-shirt is a simple and simple look with a hint of sisterly temptation.

Coupled with her cold, arrogant and otherworldly temperament, this appearance is indeed very capable.

However, except for this one, no one else is normal. This is really a den of thieves...

None of these two are normal, right?

Winter! Winter! Winter!

The ground suddenly trembled rhythmically, and something huge was coming from outside. Chen Mo felt an inexplicable pressure coming on him.

He knew that this was a feeling of oppression that only high-ranking players would have.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door was pushed open forcefully, and a big dark fat man walked in from the outside.

He holds a huge Turkish ice cream in his left hand, and has a mechanical prosthesis installed in his right hand. The top of his head is covered with eyes. If a patient with trypophobia sees this, he will definitely get sick.

Before Chen Mo could speak, he felt the cold murderous intent emanating from the clown.

"Black fat man, I'm going to mess with you. I'm getting a lot of points here. I want you to walk more gently. Don't you have ears?"

The next moment, the fat black man didn't have time to argue, he saw the clown put down his cell phone, took three steps at a time, and kicked the fat black man to the ground.

Chen Mo happened to catch a glimpse of the clown's phone turning gray out of the corner of his eye.

Forehead.....

Are you so hot-tempered?

But they saw the clown pull out a long steel knife from his mouth and plunge it into the fat black man's neck.

Chen Mo's childishness shrank suddenly, "Oh my God, are you so cruel?"

The next moment, the clown pulled out the steel knife from the fat black man's neck. The black blood dyed the blade of the steel knife red. This scene made Chen Mo's scalp numb.

Everyone, please go and try it soon.]

"It's just a game, that's all!"

The fat black man covered his neck and made a muffled sound.

This process sounds long, but in fact it is very simple. The fat black man interrupted the clown's game, and the clown directly wiped the fat man's neck with a knife. It's that simple...

Chen Mo leaned against the seat, wanting to touch a cigarette to calm down, but found that he didn't seem to have a cigarette on him, and he didn't smoke either.

The only thing he is thinking about now is how he should escape from this space?

Logically speaking, is it okay to just take off the [Jungling Snake Noodles]?

After thinking about it, Chen Mo still resisted this dangerous idea. If he took it off and the other party found that it was not Typhon himself, but he did not leave this space, it would be embarrassing.

"Joker, just for a game, I won't do it."

An old voice appeared, instantly causing the somewhat noisy venue to fall into silence.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible, this guy can't die, fat black man, don't pretend to be dead." The clown sneered and looked at the fat black man who fell to the ground.

The next moment, under Chen Mo's shocked eyes, the wound on the fat black man's neck healed quickly, and it only took a few seconds for it to return to its original state.

"My god, I'm not even going to die?"

At this time, the red-eyed crow suddenly uttered human words and sneered: "Clown, your personality alienation is getting higher and higher. If this continues, you will lose your mind sooner or later."

"Professor, I don't need you to remind me about this kind of thing." The clown waved his hand and said no more.

professor?

Chen Mo always felt like he had heard this name somewhere.

At this time, the octopus head came close to Chen Mo and said: "Oh, the clown has a bad temper, but it doesn't happen casually. It can be done at other times, but if you make her unhappy in the game, then

It’s different.”

Chen Mo took a deep breath and nodded.

In fact, judging from the strength and speed that the clown just burst out, this clown is at least a level 6 or above player, and he is a huge threat to ordinary people no matter where he is placed.

Especially with this extreme character, he almost kills anyone he catches.

Chen Mo glanced around. These monsters didn't look easy to kill...

"The clown and the fat black man are obviously much higher level than me. Pass for now." Chen Mo secretly gave them a cross in his mind.