Inverse God and other players pressed the spades to the side of the game pool. Although the pedestrian walked loosely and casually, the passers-by still avoided it and avoided in fear.
"Look at the situation now!" Rebellious God accused the spades, "Isn't this all made by you! Playing a game in the game pool is so fierce!"
Spades lifted their eyelids and glanced at him lightly: "They are not afraid of me, but they are also afraid of another person who will bring victory. It has nothing to do with what I did, but they are simply afraid that they will not get this victory."
"If these people's fear is part of winning, let them be afraid." Spades turned his head and said indifferently.
-The implication is that victory belongs to him after all. This tone is really arrogant and sure.
Nishen was speechless.
Although the guy of spades seems to have 0 EQ, sometimes he wants to think things thoroughly and sharply, which makes him sometimes want to make a fuss about these things, and it won't work to suppress the spades.
"Okay, choose three games at random." Reluctantly raised his forehead, he really has no choice but to take spades, "-Let us see the effect of your individual training during this period of time, and let you examine our period. Time group training results."
"... If we have the ability to restrain you." Nishen took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You are ready to return to the team, you are about to start serious league training."
Spades nodded, he drew a long black whip, and hit a warped poster in the game pool.
The entire team of the killer sequence disappeared in place.
The other end.
Mu Sicheng lowered his body and climbed on the floor of the guild of the killer sequence. The sharp monkey claws buckled into the wall, and the question mark tail of the capuchin monkey loomed out behind him, hanging on any prominent decoration and decoration. Material.
He also wore a chameleon-like coat, changing colors as the environment changed—this was an extraordinary-level prop obtained by Bai Liu in the game pool, which was given to Mu Sicheng when it was distributed.
And this was indeed an extremely correct assignment that made Mu Sicheng's process of sneaking into the killer sequence very smoothly and smoothly.
A few extremely gorgeous processes of color changes and a few breathtaking and risky air wanderings made Mu Sicheng steadily land in a long corridor beside the top floor of the Killer Sequence Guild.
Mu Sicheng casually shook the dust from the wall stuck on his nails, and the tail behind him retracted into his body like a tucked wire. The red eye pupils looked left and right, and raised his eyebrows in surprise—
—What the hell is this big guild doing? Your base camp has not taken any anti-theft measures? Isn't this waiting for someone to steal the house
But if Mu Ke, who is familiar with the history of the fortunes of various guilds, is here, he will definitely be able to give Mu Sicheng a good knowledge of why the guild building of the killer sequence is so empty and unguarded.
The killer sequence, as the upstart who only relied on the spades last year, is very likely to take advantage of last year's east wind to develop and grow and secure the top position of the first guild-this is a matter of course, and all guild leaders will want to do.
But the killer sequence, there is no president—because the spades are not the president.
Therefore, this guild developed in a rather barbarous state. Most of its members are peculiar, capable, and high-potential newcomers who have a personal cult of spades and do not want to be restrained by the Great Guild.
Although there is a building, members of the killer sequence adhere to a state of dissociation, and Schrödinger's dual membership status is gathered in this killer sequence building.
When playing in the league, they need the guild as a condition for registration, and at that time they are candidates for the guild team.
If they don't play in the league, then they are individual players.
The new generation of killer sequence guild members are very strongly influenced by the spades. They all feel that they were born for the victory of the league, and they all feel that they are ruthless league sharks!
This solo situation didn't get better until Nishen was poached-he made this group of problematic child-like members realize that only five kids can be league killers, no, players.
Before you become a killer, you have to do something else for the development of the guild.
—Yes, Nishim, the halfway tactician who was dug over, was thrown by the spades and put on a [guild leader] hat. Not only did he have to worry about team training, he had to manage the team members who were not disciplined, but also Worry about the development of the guild.
It can be said that a tactician is an eight-man, working overtime at any time, and the spades are not paid.
Under this circumstance, the security of the guild was already the most important issue for Nishen—he was working overtime both inside and outside the game, and he was about to die suddenly.
And although the security of the killer sequence is poor, but under the catalysis of the spiritual symbol of triumphism, the spades, the per capita fighting lunatics here, do not let go, the stronger the opponent, the more excited it is.
A guild with a okay head will basically not come to the killer sequence.
Mu Sicheng carefully inspected the surroundings and determined that there were not many people left behind in the building, so he quickly chose a further action and made a breakthrough in the building deeper.
According to the general practice of the guild, there are usually two places to store high-level props-one is the personal warehouse of the system panel of the guild’s dedicated warehouse keeper.
The warehouse clerk not only keeps the props, but is also responsible for testing and maintaining the props in the weekly game. Because he keeps a large number of high-end rare props all the year round, he can be regarded as a small mobile vault. It is tied with the weapon reformer as the two major guilds with the highest confidentiality. Position.
By the way, the top warehouse maintenance staff in the game belongs to the Golden Liming family, and does not specifically refer to a single person, but refers specifically to all members of the guild.
This guild didn’t know what it was doing. Everyone was as highly trained as a police warehouse keeper, and was especially good at keeping, guarding and storing dangerous goods.
Many guilds, such as the King’s Guild, Kabbalah Life Guild, and even Charles’ Gambler’s Club, have spied on Golden Dawn’s warehouse reserves—not necessarily to steal the opponent’s props. Knowing what props the opponent has is also part of the league intelligence. Important column.
But no matter what tricks these guilds used, they all returned to no avail. It can be said to be a guild of natural enemies of thieves and strange thiefs.
Moreover, it seems that Golden Dawn recently reorganized the anti-theft structure of the guild under his instruction due to the addition of a new player-Armand.
A few days ago, a spy from the King’s Guild was arrested within minutes of one dimension. It is no exaggeration to describe the current warehouse structure of Golden Dawn as invincible.
Mu Sicheng frowned as he walked into the killer sequence—he felt that the warehouse structure here was a bit similar to the information on the warehouse structure of Golden Liming that Wang Shun showed him before.
Behind him, a semi-transparent rotating barrier isolated from the space slowly turned.
[System Tip: A player has triggered the warehouse trap item you set! 】
When I just entered the game, a prompt popped up on the Insane system panel. A team member next to him asked him what happened. Insane smiled and explained: "Nothing. Someone triggered the warehouse protection items I reserved."
The players were dumbfounded: "Someone really dares to steal something from the killer sequence!"
"I remember that our warehouse did not do any protection, right?"
"No one can look at the warehouse. Our guild doesn't even have a warehouse manager. Nishimura, what are the protective items you left?"
Nishen was quarreled so much that he had to appease the curious group of team members loudly, and sighed helplessly: "—Our guild really has no way to separate manpower to protect a warehouse, so I had to use the most The simplest and most effective method of warehouse protection."
The team members were curious, and leaned in to ask: "—what's the solution?"
"I contacted the president of Golden Liming, and then issued a sum of money and a prophecy, and successfully outsourced the protection of our warehouse to him." Insane smiled kindly and amiably, "The props I set up can help The guests who come are delivered directly to the warehouse of Golden Dawn."
Team members: "..."
… Against God, you actually single-handedly prostituted to the strongest warehouse clerk…
He sighed sadly and shook his head: "I originally wanted to outsource training, but the Deer Hunter Guild, the best and most rigorous training team member, does not outsource team training, eh..."
"But I come by myself, and you don't listen to me as a tactician..."
Team members: "..."
… Deer hunters believe in Spartan training! ! Their players are howling miserably every day! ! I don't even have time to poop and drink water! It's so miserable! At a young age, you will get kidney stones!
A small team member who is usually not very obedient swallowed stiffly: "Just come, we will listen to you..."
Inverse God looked at him with a smile: "Really?"
All the team members nodded frantically.
Mu Sicheng walked more and more and felt that something was wrong. He stopped in time, looked around the architectural style here, moved his nose and sniffed carefully—the bright and bright corridors could smell a lot of strange and mixed smells, and the smell of people was suddenly complicated. It changed, and there was a hint of coldness of the metal door.
—This is very similar to the smell he smelled at the headquarters of the Heretic Administration.
While Mu Sicheng was sniffing, on his left window there was a blue-blue butterfly with gold rim, slowly flapping its wings.
Mu Sicheng turned his face away, frowned and shrugged, muttering to himself in a low voice: "—There is also a little... the breath of flowing air..."
"—It's the smell of wind."
The butterfly flapped its wings quickly, and the wind swept across the narrow aisle. A vague figure was wrapped in the wind and merged into one body. It quickly attacked Mu Sicheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Using the pressure and speed of the wind, the other party stepped on the surrounding walls to move, and gave Mu Sicheng a vicious gesture like a divine help.
Mu Sicheng crossed his hands and took this abruptly, and unwilling to show his weakness, he fought back with his claws. He raised his hand and turned it over and grabbed the person's face and pressed him to the ground.
The opponent breathed very lightly, raising his foot to kick him, Mu Sicheng's right paw bounced off, and he turned his foot to sweep away the opponent's bottom plate.
In this kind of wind, if you can't stabilize your figure, you are a loser.
The other party jumped slightly, floated up in the air, stuck to the wall, breathing lighter, almost blending with the wind, undetectable, a butterfly stopped on his shoulder, and its wings were still flapping.
Mu Sicheng smelled his breath, the faster wind, and the smell of butterfly scales.
The wind suddenly became stronger, and it was so dense that it was almost indistinguishable.
Mu Sicheng was struck by the huge pressure brought by the wind that made it difficult for his chest to rise and fall. He had to let go, and his monkey paws were firmly buckled into the wall and stabilized on the metal wall.
The wind gradually dissipated.
Mu Sicheng jumped down, and the person opposite stood on a messy ground. His neat short brown hair was tossed, and a strange light shone under the white light.
Armand looked at Mu Sicheng flatly: "I didn't expect us to compete again in this place, Mu Sicheng."
"It doesn't seem to be accurate to use this evenly matched word?" Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows, tossed the golden winged hair accessory in his hand, rolled his fingers around, and smiled disdainfully, "-If this Was it during the game. It was your head that was caught by me, not the hair accessories on your head?"
"Really?" Armand was unmoved, he stared at Mu Sicheng calmly, "--you told me the same way after you fought me for the first time and stole my pen."
"—The memory of the past is not all painful." Armand moved his eyes to the hair accessory, "There is still experience."
Mu Sicheng was startled, he suddenly realized something and wanted to throw away the hair accessories, but it was too late.
The wing-shaped hair accessory on his hand exploded and turned into a steel mesh-shaped handcuffs that firmly wrapped his hands, wrists and upper arms, and couldn't get away at all.
Armand raised his eyes and looked at him: "You hate net-like restraints and handcuffs the most, so I summarized it and gave it to you as a meeting gift."
"Long time no see, Mu Sicheng."
———
Mu Ke led Du Sanying, who had been done his homework, to the game pool.
Du Sanying's situation is better than Mu Ke thought. Not only did he accept these things quickly, but the number of games has exceeded 52 times-he already has the qualifications for league registration.
So after Mu Ke asked Du Sanying's opinion and determined that he agreed to participate in the league, Mu Ke helped Du Sanying handle the league registration period and took Du Sanying to the game pool to practice hand in accordance with Bai Liu's instructions.
Du Sanying looked at the posters swimming around in the pool with fear, and looked at Mu Ke timidly: "...Which one should I choose?"
"It doesn't matter which one you choose." Mu Ke explained patiently, "My basic value is enough for most games in the game pool, and you are a lucky player with full value. The game you choose will not affect yourself. Too much harmful."
Years of "lucky boy" physique still made Du Sanying very uneasy. He cried and said with a mournful face: "...but I am the only lucky person... the people around me are generally unlucky."
"I know." Mu Ke politely kept a certain distance from Du Sanying and showed him his panel, "I will keep a certain distance from you to protect you, so that I will be the least affected."
Mu Ke smiled and comforted him: "Although I look inconspicuous, it is because my profession is an assassin. I am not that weak. You can rest assured."
Du Sanying hesitated again and again, and finally stepped forward to choose a game, and Mu Ke jumped in.
After entering, the first thing that jumped into the ear curtain was a huge, continuous burst of gunshots, which kept shooting on the ground. All the surrounding monsters were killed, mixed with the dead bodies of some players and fell to the ground. , A piece of blood and blood, the boundary between the corpses of people and monsters can not be distinguished, it is a very cruel scene.
Du Sanying looked silly.
"This game is already at the end of the level." Mu Ke was calm in the face of this scene, and calmed Du Sanying, "It's okay, you are really lucky. The other players who came in with you have already cleaned up the copy. Monster."
Mu Ke moved his gaze to the faces of the corpses where the players were shot beyond recognition, and squinted his eyes for fear that Du Sanying did not say the second half of the sentence-and the players were also cleaned up.
It seems that there is a very dangerous guy in this game.
Du Sanying burst into tears with fright, and bit her hand: "... But this is too fast, right? I just came in..."
"There are players like this." Mu Ke said calmly, "This game is no longer worthwhile, ready to quit..."
A burst of high-frequency gunfire accompanied by a pleasant "Woohoo" fired indiscriminately from a distance. Mu Ke reacted very quickly and took out the props and armor to block him, protecting Du Sanying under him, listening attentively. The direction from which the gunfire came.
Du Sanying was shocked and wanted to crawl out from under the armor: "Don't come near me! Unlucky things will happen!"
The unusual sound of bullets hitting the armor of the props quickly attracted the attention of the sharp shooter, but before Mu Ke evacuated, the shooter sat on a huge spring and fell from the sky, pressing against Mu Ke and his hiding props. armor.
Mu Ke hurriedly dragged Du Sanying around and rolled out from under the armor, knelt on one knee and took out the dagger, looked up at the person coming, and was startled.
He has seen a lot of strangely dressed players, but the player in front of him is still the type that can make people stunned when they meet at the moment of life and death.
This player sits on a huge colored spring with a height of more than three meters and a diameter of about one meter, with Erlang's legs tilted and his feet dangling. The paper clown mask is quite distorted, like a low-score lead homework in a child's art class.
And the lower half of the face is painted on the skin, with overly big red lips, and the paper mask on it forms a clown makeup that looks very perfunctory.
Obviously, the red lips were smeared randomly by his thumb with the blood of someone he didn't know, and it was a mess. A strong smell of blood and some blood scabs condensed around the corners of his mouth. With his smile, it was still crackling. Drop blood residue down.
The exaggerated green bell-bottom trouser legs and the dark green sniper/sniper/gun were splashed with blood, visceral fragments and some white brains.
He sits on the spring and supports his cheeks, tilting his head and looking down at Mu Ke's face, the corners of his mouth are becoming wider and wider, and his apple-green eyes leak out of the paper.
"I remember your beautiful and delicate face." He said in English with a Spanish accent, with a strange bloody elegance in his accent, and the prolonged tail of the upper aristocracy made him look a little lazy. "—Because I saw it on my knees."
"So it made me impressed and unforgettable at first sight."
He raised the sniper/sniper/gun in his left hand, but halfway up, as if suddenly remembering something, jumped up on one foot, swaying on the edge of a spring—like an acrobat performing stepping on a ball, a Put one hand in front of him, one hand behind him, and bowed down at his waist.
This is another aristocratic etiquette, which is incompatible with his current comic performance and appearance.
"My father taught me that before killing my opponent, I should introduce myself." He bent down, his tone polite and respectful, "Out of respect for the opponent, we should allow them to know who killed him."
He raised his smiley face, but there was no smile in his eyes: "My name is Daniel, Bai Liu's most beloved godson."
Daniel raised his sniper/sniper/gun at Mu Ke, his smile on his face became more violent, and his attitude was casual: "As for your name, it doesn't matter."
"—You are not worthy of his rubbish, rubbish does not need to have a name."
"boom!!"
————
In the huge game pool, Bai Liu, who had handled everything, brought Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda to the side of the pool.
There is not a single player at the game pool.
Liu Jiayi understood it at first glance: "A big guild team just got out of the pool, and the number of players in this guild's pool is not full yet, so other players dare not come over."
She turned her head to look at Bai Liu, her gaze fell on his hand which was tightly wrapped in a bandage to stop bleeding: "Should we avoid it too?"
"When did I teach you to avoid the edge before the start of the league?" The woman's reserved and elegant voice interrupted Liu Jiayi's thoughts. The sound of cork high heels was regular and pleasant, and Da Da came over, "What you have to do before the game is to suppress The edge of others."
Hongtao wears a pair of bright blue ribbon dresses with hanging necks, her hands are elbow-over-white long gloves, her hair is rolled into a neat and delicate bun, and her neck is about ten centimeters long in a raindrop-like blue. Emerald earrings.
There is a classic and pleasant style.
Liu Jiayi stood in front of Bai Liu: "Queen, long time no see."
An entire clan was also followed by Hongtao, which was obviously in the state of collective training, but beside her, there was another candidate who was strange to Liu Jiayi this time.
This is an exotic girl dressed in a small size, black and white nun clothes. She can't detect the thirteen or fourteen. She has blonde and blue eyes. The pure white headgear covers her golden wavy hair, which represents the cross of prayers to God. Being held firmly in her hand, the green of her eyes is more innocent and pure than the floating sea waves, revealing a faint blue.
Just one glance at this girl, Liu Jiayi knows that Hongtao’s dress today is to accompany the new team member—
-This new team member is like a girl who walked out of a classical painting.
Hearts raised his hand and stroked the girl's forehead: "She is a new player to replace you. [Nun], go, Phoebe, go and say hello to your last, and wish her the blessing of God in the game. "
Phoebe walked to a position about one meter away from Liu Jiayi. She didn't seem to be afraid of Liu Jiayi, the well-known little witch. She held her knees slightly and lifted the sides of her nun's dress to salute. There is a style that everyone has brought up, with a beautiful and sweet voice. Such as honey delicacies.
"May the Lord bless you."
Phoebe stood up and looked at Liu Jiayi expectantly: "You also have an older brother, don't you?"
Liu Jiayi pursed her lips and glanced at Red Peach, and then replied, "I do."
"I also have an older brother. Although I am not a mother, we share a father-is this the same as your situation?" Phoebe smiled like an angel. "He turned his back on me like your brother. My family."
"But I don't blame him, I forgave him, and God forgives everything."
Liu Jiayi stopped speaking. She watched Phoebe vigilantly and silently, with an invisible thorn on her body.
Phoebe ignored Liu Jiayi’s hostility. She seemed to be unable to contain her emotions. She stepped forward and slammed Liu Jiayi's hands on her heart, using those beautiful blue-green eyes like the ocean to be full of love. Look at her kindly.
"We are so similar, maybe we should be people who have blood relations, brothers, sisters, or whatever. I have always dreamed of being friends with you!" Phoebe smiled, she smiled sincerely and happily, " You are my favorite player."
Her eyes gleamed: "I will definitely win the game, and then bring you the happiness that God bestows."
Liu Jiayi took out her hand in amazement and stepped back, Bai Liu blocked her in front of her, raising her eyes to look at the heart.
Hearts nodded and smiled slightly: "Phoebe has always liked Jiayi, she is actually better than Jiayi, but she volunteered to replace Jiayi in order to make friends with Jiayi."
"But it's a pity that this friendship precedes the germination." Red Peach's pointed gaze fell on Liu Jiayi, "The child she liked ran away."
"Really?" Bai Liu was unmoved, "Then why you didn't use Phoebe before?"
"Because I am not stable enough, my brother is still alive. Sometimes he does some boring and embarrassing things that will affect my emotions and affect my performance." Phoebe sighed in distress, clasped his hands and prayed devoutly. "God bless, it would be nice if he died sooner."
Such an innocent girl who said this kind of words with full expectation has obviously had a great impact-for example, Qi Yifang, who was standing behind Hongtao, already covered her mouth and shed tears.
This is not the teammate he wants. Looking so white, God blesses him every day, but he cuts a lot of black, and even his teammates are pitted... Uuuuu.
When Hearts took Phoebe to leave for training, Phoebe still turned around and waved goodbye to Liu Jiayi reluctantly, her eyes full of sad water:
"Goodbye little witch, I hope God can let me have you in my dream tonight."
Liu Jiayi silently covered her goosebumps arm.
"Oh, by the way, if you see my brother, I hope you can help me kill him." Phoebe said nonchalantly, asking others to help deal with a disobedient pet that had scratched him. Cat, "His name is Daniel. He is a fool and loves to play clowns."
After Hearts left, Bai Liu pressed Liu Jiayi's head: "Hearts are used to interfere with your emotions. Don't worry about it until we know the specific information of this [nun]. Let's move on to the game."
Liu Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, and chose the game to log in.
[System Tip: Welcome to log in to the game "Dense Forest Side Town"]
[This used to be a tropical border town where war was taking place. There were dense bullet rain, filthy swamps and small lakes everywhere, and the jungle was full of sinister beasts, mosquitoes and mutilated corpses, and you were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and cleaning the corpses. Little soldier. 】
[Points type games, the more corpses the player cleans, the more points they get, and the player with the highest points in seven days wins the game. 】
Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu: "This is a point-based game, which is different from the decryption category. Generally, there is no fixed main line and only background information. Winning the game mainly depends on two aspects. Prevent others from earning points."
Liu Jiayi looked around for a while, inspected the environment and made a judgment: "Tropical environment, rainy and windy, rich in animal and plant species, and the terrain is relatively complicated. Pay attention to the interference of these factors."
As she said, she handed Bai Liu a bottle of antidote.
Bai Liu took a drink calmly, and the blood on his face recovered a lot: "But this game should not be very difficult. There are no players or monsters to attack us yet-let's get out of the book after a quick scan."
Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi nodded.
"To appear on the battlefield, the first is camouflage." Bai Liu glanced around, "We need three sets of camouflage clothes..."
Before he could say anything, he heard a gunshot.
This is a game with a war background, and gunshots are likely to indicate that there is a conflict in the vicinity.
Bai Liu, Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda quickly found a plant shelter to cover themselves, and lay down on the ground and wiped some mud on their faces, holding their breath, closing their eyes and pretending to be a corpse.
The hoarse roars of several people faintly revealed from the dense gunfire, echoing in the mountains and forests:
"Spades, don't run! You said you would lose!"
"You said that you will punish yourself for three games! Being a human being can't talk and count spades! Put down the corpse in your hand!"
"Stop the spades! Outside are all teammates who are besieging you!"
"Spades, you are really a crumb! You fucking grabbed the body of your teammate to win!"
A man wearing a dark green uniform and military pants moved quickly in the jungle. When passing by Bai Liu, this man hesitated for a while. He lowered his head and looked closely at Bai Liu, as if he was sure whether Bai Liu was a corpse he could pick up. .
But before he was sure, the people behind screamed and caught up:
"Put down the corpse of the Lord!!"
In such a moment of no hesitation, the spades hugged the white willow without hesitation, picked up and ran, flung his hand and gave the whip and hit his head without looking back.
There was a crisp "pop", followed by a screaming male voice.
"—You actually beat your teammate!"
The spades turned a deaf ear, and continued to run forward holding the two corpses in his arms, Bai Liu who was carried on his shoulders slowly opened his eyes.