"Boss, are we going to accept these people?"
Hearing Fu Anan's words, Zhao Lei was slightly stunned and asked uncertainly.
"Um."
Fu Anan nodded affirmatively. If these people could become a force, the more the better.
She paused in her quick steps and looked towards a toy store on the street. The rows of water guns looked just right.
"Zhao Lei, take a few people and fill these with salt water."
She used these few minutes to hold a small meeting, or rather a warning, to the people who were following her.
"Everyone, let's be frank.
Although we WOC have guns, we are just a righteous civilian organization. Don't think we will provide you with free services or help. If you want to live and want to integrate into us, then take up arms and fight those monsters. "
If you want to kill monsters, come here
If you don't want to kill monsters, get out.
This made many people leave quietly, and also made many people stay and look for suitable weapons.
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Salt water, used to identify which monsters.
People either used guns, sticks, or even the soles of their shoes to attack the monsters that sneaked in or rushed over.
There is strength in numbers.
The fighting power of these infected fishmen is far less than imagined, and they can be killed by bullets or group fights. Others fled to the seaside, but they, the WOC, fought all the way there.
Proud and proud!
This is the cohesion of the masses!
Wang Xiaoming held a wooden stick and a water gun, and walked all the way to the beach with high morale.
Then this pride continued to the beach.
Except for the original players, most of the NPCs dispersed.
"Ahh, we're finally here!"
"Boat, find a boat!"
"Don't go, take me with you!"
…
The scattered people rushed to get on the small boat floating on the shore, with only one goal - to leave this damn place immediately!
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At this time, all the larger ships on the seashore were gone, and only small boats or kayaks used by fishermen were left.
The people who just now were united and working together are now fighting for a small boat.
He looked at Fu Anan. Doesn’t she care
What does it matter
Fu Anan's attention was on this vast ocean.
She suddenly realized that finding William, or the game boss, was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.
The sea water continued to rush onto the road surface, constantly washing away the road surface and stone piles.
"Has the sea water... risen a lot?"
Someone suddenly asked.
It seems so.
Players noticed that the roads were not flooded.
There is a small pavilion in the water. It used to be a large beach where tourists would buy water or drinks when they were thirsty after sunbathing.
Just as they were stunned, a scream suddenly came from the sea.
It was people who were rowing boats trying to get out of here, and they were attacked by something in the water.
It's an infected person!
They entered the water, opened the gills on both sides of their necks, and their legs completely turned into fish tails. These fishmen were faster in the water and their attack power was more ferocious.
A large number of normal people were hit or dragged into the water by them, and their necks were bitten tightly, and large patches of scarlet appeared on the sea surface.
It was naive to leave in a kayak.
"Come up, come up quickly!"
The people on the shore shouted and fired fiercely at the fish-men in the water.
The murlocs in the water were too difficult to hit, and those who were too far away from the shore were basically attacked and unable to return.
Rising sea levels,
The murloc becomes more violent in the water.
This makes people imagine, if on the last day of the game, the sea swallows up the entire island, then can all the infected fishmen be killed at will by the people on the other side
The idea is worrying.
In this case, the best way to prevent it is to kill as many infected people as possible before the water floods the island.
(End of this chapter)