With the help of props, Brother Lao took a cigarette and held a matchbox in the other hand, and asked the elite man leisurely, "Do you want to do it now?"
Although full of confidence, out of prudence, the elite man put one hand on the delicate gold edge of the half-rimmed glasses and smiled, "Don't worry. Let me take a look first."
【exist? See the future? ].
S-class props, the shape is a pair of flat mirrors.
The function is to compress what happens in the next three minutes and play it at a minimum speed of 1x and a maximum of 6x.
The elite man clicked on six times the speed.
The fast-forward clip slid across the glasses of the man with the glasses.
Three minutes into the future, they made a little noise on purpose.
Jiang Fang was instantly alert and whispered to Li Yinhang, "Let's go."
According to normal logic, they would naturally choose to leave in the opposite direction of the noise.
Chance!
With a wave of his hand, Brother Lao, like every time in the past, lit the match on the rubbing skin, and borrowed the fire arrogantly to light a cigarette for himself.
He bit the filter, seized the space left behind when the two turned to flee, took two quick steps forward, and the flaming match flew out.
【Explosive matches】, a box of portable hand guns made into the shape of a match.
The use process is the same as that of ordinary matches.
The effect is enough to cremate a person on the spot.
go to hell!
However, the one that flew out at the same time as the deflagration match was his arm.
Because the arm fell, the deflagration match deviates from the course and hits the wall.
boom-
Against the background of the scorching flames licking up the ceiling, Brother Lao's body was in front of the elite man's eyes.
Among the torn corpses, the elite man saw the filter sticking to Brother Lao's slightly open lips, and his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Those eyes were like hollow glass balls, reflecting the light crisscrossing the corridor, like steel cables in the air.
If it hadn't been splattered with blood, the elite men wouldn't even have discovered the existence of the death web.
The light is extremely sharp, and the silkiness of dividing the limbs is basically equivalent to cutting butter.
-trap! !
The warm blood seemed to splash directly onto his glasses, causing the man with glasses to subconsciously lean back, his head hit the wall, and he made a dull sound.
bang bang —
There was silence at the other end of the corridor.
The confident face of the elite man was as ugly as being punched in the face.
Brother Lao turned his head and gave him a surprised and reproachful look.
Make a move, why don't you say hello
Although he was unaware, he quickly and silently drew out the match, ready to start.
The elite man held Brother Lao's hand, and the back of his hand and his face turned pale.
Wait, don't move!
… don’t move yet…
Li Yinhang looked at the place where the sound came from and asked, "What's the movement?"
Jiang Fang sneered: "Is there a mouse?"
Li Yinhang was a little wary, grabbing the dagger in his hand: "Let's go?"
"No. He won't be able to find us when he comes back."
Jiang Fang narrowed his eyes and asked heartily, "Or are you afraid of mice?"
Four mice with cats in the corner: "..."
Brother Lao frowned unhappily and looked at the elite man: Do you want to do this little brat
The elite man held the nose pads on his sweaty eyes.
His hands were shaking a little.
"… Wait a minute. I'll take a look."
A sneak attack can't be done, so what about a strong attack
Four on two, whatever...
Before the elite male general had conceived the attack plan, fresh blood splattered on his glasses.
In the future that chooses to attack.
He watched as the little man in front of him just threw out the flaming match in his hand, when Jiang Fang rushed towards them alone and caught it. Before the head of the match turned red, which represented "danger", he was steadfast and ruthless. He grabbed the little man's neck and fed the match into his mouth, then jumped behind him and kicked him into the next room.
With the sound of his spine shattering, the little man smashed the door with a flaming match stuck in his throat.
The next second, a burning and screaming figure cast a hideous silhouette on the side of the wall.
Brother Lao's little valet roared and took out the ultra-low temperature nitrogen gun, trying to spray it at Jiang Fang.
However, as soon as he pulled the trigger, the muzzle was kicked into an elevation angle.
A thick layer of frost was hung on the ceiling.
The rough air spewing from the nostrils of the little servant and the nitrogen spouting sounded together. The frantic heartbeat and the blood that gathered to the heart at a high speed in a short period of time made him feel the pain in his wrist after a few seconds.
Jiang Fang folded his backhand a few times, grabbed the gun back into his hand, pulled the trigger, and commented warmly: "... Next time be more decisive."
After saying that, the gun has been taken into Jiang Fang's hands.
He stuffed the thin muzzle, which could freeze a person to death, into the mouth of the little valet, and started it abruptly.
hum—
The sudden drop in blood temperature made the little follower go into shock.
In just a few seconds, two brothers were broken in a row. Brother Lao's eyes were covered in blood, and he gritted his teeth.
But the silver figure was already too close to them, and if you tried to use the match, the power would spread to you.
As soon as Brother Lao turned one hand into a razor-like shape, he saw Jiang Fang take out half a box of matches that he had snatched from the palm of the little man at some point, put his fingertips on it, and pushed the box away from the box, letting the matches fall. all over the place.
He took two steps forward, letting the match make a dark gray mark on the wall.
A screeching explosion sounded.
...accompanied by Jiang Fang's playful tongue-flick sound.
He held a match that was sparkling with Chi Chi, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, accelerated under his feet, and rushed towards Brother Lao.
Brother Lao's pupils shrank immediately, and immediately gave up the offensive: "Fuck! Crazy!! Retreat! Retreat!"
The influence of the flame burning starts at least three meters.
Who the fuck wants to die with the lunatic
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fang just feinted a shot,
When the burning time of the match reached the critical point of deflagration, he swiped the match and blew it out.
Seeing that the match that was about to explode was blown out by him, the elite man's face turned blue.
... the fuck is okay
This is their own prop, throwing one less one, they are reluctant to use this thing as a test, and they never feel that this kind of lethality level thing can be blown out.
Does this little hairy have similar props
Otherwise, the first time he used it, would he dare to take such a risk
Is he not afraid of death
When the elite man was in shock, Brother Lao, who was terrified by the flaming match in his hand, was forced to turn around and run away. Jiang Fang grabbed his hair and stabbed him sharply from his Adam's apple.
He pulled his bloody neck and whispered gracefully, "Goodbye."
As a bystander, the elite man can't do anything in the illusion, and he doesn't have time to do anything.
Just as he reacted, Jiang Fang was already in front of him.
His S-rank ability is his suit.
It automatically creates a shield that is theoretically impenetrable.
But this shield cannot move.
When cooperating with teammates, elite men in suits and leather shoes, who don't seem to act well, are the best bait.
He is responsible for attracting firepower.
But now, when all of his teammates are dead, Elite Man is now the safest island.
Jiang Fang only looked at him two more times, without even wasting a single S-rank item on him, he could see his dilemma from the legs of the elite man who tried his best to hide the trembling.
He stepped back, leaned against the elite man, and smiled at him.
His eyes seemed to be looking at a mouse trapped in a rice jar.
The cold sweat of the elite man seemed to flow back into the pores, causing the muscles and bones to twitch and tremble unbearably.
Brother Lao's voice entered his ears: "Hello!"
The elite man's throat shrank, and he looked at the source of the voice subconsciously.
Brother Lao was looking at him in surprise.
In the "mental communication device", there are still four people breathing smoothly.
… none of this has happened yet.
At the other end of the corridor, it was still unusually calm.
The elite man was sweating like a waterfall, shaking his hands and printing his forehead with a handkerchief.
There was still the afterimage of blood in front of him, as well as three dead teammates.
No matter what kind of future they are, whether it is a strong attack or a sneak attack, death is what greets them.
He gritted his teeth decisively: "Go!"
Brother Lao and the other two looked at the elite man with puzzled expressions.
But after noticing the bad face of the elite man, Brother Lao made a decisive decision and waved to the other two younger ones: "Withdraw!"
Out of a little bit of uneasy mind, the elite man made a mess and turned on the switch of foreknowledge again.
This time, because he was too flustered, he forgot to adjust the speed.
Through the glasses, he saw the four of them turn their heads.
In reality, the little man just turned his head.
Then, as if he heard something, he turned his head quickly.
A thin playing card was pinned to his neck.
7 of Hearts.
A streak of blood slowly slid down his throat.
At first, the elite men thought it was an illusion in the lens.
And when he realized what that meant, his goosebumps jumped all over his body.
…
After a few minutes.
Opposite the elite man's protective shield, which was completely useless except torturing his spirit, Jiang Fang leaned back against the wall and looked at the shivering, sweaty back of the elite man.
His silver hair was splattered with blood.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against the cigarette that came from Brother Lao, tasted the taste of the tobacco, and praised: "The smoke is good."
The spirit of the elite man, who thought he was invulnerable, was shaky after being stimulated three times in a row.
He murmured: "Forgive me... spare me..."
Jiang Fang, who was interrupted by the surprise of a group of people, interrupted the progress bar of the conversation with Nan Zhou, and was actually in a very bad mood.
But the more he was in a bad mood, the brighter the smile on his face.
This is a professional habit he developed in the casino.
Jiang Fang put the dozens of playing cards on his fingertips together: "Well, I'll try it out."
When the spirit of the elite man relaxed a little, Jiang Fang walked outside his protective cover, knocked on the "door", and wiped away the playing cards.
Under the light and shadow of the corridor, the exposed Kap;M scar on his neck was like a ferocious totem.
Jiang Fang said in a coaxing tone to the gray-faced elite man, "Choose one. Which one do you like?"
…
In the corridor not far away, the others were wrapped up by Nan Zhou alone, and they were chased alive as rabbits that lost their souls.
After successfully breaking the neck of the thirteenth person who was alone, Nan Zhou carried him to the edge of the corridor, lest the other escaped players accidentally kick the corpse.
He got up from the squatting position, swept the dust from his knees, and caught a glimpse of the head of a little angel who was knocked over by a panicked player.
Nan Zhou helped the bronze sculpture to straighten the small head.
Just as he was about to get up, Nan Zhou suddenly raised his hand and pressed his lower abdomen.
"Ok-"
The familiar heat and burnout are back.
He gritted his teeth tremblingly and lifted the hem of his shirt.
The kinky tattoo returned to bright red, and a dirty blood lotus blossomed on his sweaty belly.
The skin there, soaked with a thin layer of fluid, felt unusually tight after drying.
go back…
Going back to Brother Fang...
When his hand barely supported the wall, he suddenly heard a cold and weird laugh.
At one end of the corridor, a girl walked out.
If it weren't for the open wound on her face and the dirty blood on the side of her face, this would have been quite a shining debut.
Su Meiying's smile revealed an impatient and hideous look: "It's finally over?"
Wei Chenghua, who blocked Nanzhou from the other side, was already as tall as a giant tower. He looked down at Nanzhou, who was two feet shorter than him: "It's a lot slower than we expected."
Su Meiying: "As long as the results are good, won't we waste our layout?"
Saying that, she looked at the corpse in the corner with fake pity: "Call them to form a team, and they really form a team, a bunch of idiots."
Nan Zhou's fingers on the wall slowly gathered.
He tried to concentrate, but his beautiful back muscles twitched twice, and his body softened.
The succubus was happening too quickly.
Butterfly bones are like fragile butterfly wings, undulating with his uncomfortable breathing.
too tired… :,