"Ho ho"

Bob's neck was firmly pinched by the cold armored palms, and his huge body was hanging in the air. The black face bulged, his facial features were crooked, and his mouth was half open unconsciously, absorbing oxygen with difficulty.

His right arm had been twisted into twists, and pale bone fragments pierced the skin and chiseled out, and a pool of blood had accumulated on the steps leading to the church.

That piece of [Sleeping Life] floats quietly on a pool of blood.

His left hand was weakly placed on Miss Chai's palm, trying to pull the other person's finger off his neck.

However, the strength of the Qing'e armor depends on the strength of the spirit body in it.

After absorbing some of the yin energy in the fog realm, Miss Chai has long been different from the past.

Not to mention that Bob is a mere occultist player, even if he is a fighting player who specializes in body training, he will not be able to gain an advantage in simple power.

"etc!"

Seeing that Bob was about to be strangled to death by this substitute who suddenly jumped out, John Joyce and others next to him were panicked, took a step forward, and said hurriedly: "Don't kill him!"

Li Ang slowly turned his head, looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

John Joyce's heart beat inexplicably, and a dense cold sweat suddenly emerged from behind.

Facing Li Ang's gaze, he felt as if he was being targeted by a monster in human skin without any emotion.

How long has it been since he experienced this sense of oppression since he became a player?

John Joyce took back his trance-like mind and said hurriedly: "Although this time it seems to be a script task that focuses on puzzle solving, the five players' settings,

It is enough to prove that there is a very likely battle session with difficulty for five people in this mission.

Any combat power is precious.”

"hehe,"

Li Ang smiled indifferently, "Just now, it seems that you didn't say that."

John Joyce was silent for a moment and defended: "I'm very sorry, actually I also oppose Bob's approach just now. Teammates should trust each other."

"I feel so too."

Li Ang directly interrupted the other party's words, slowly walked towards Bob on the suffocation edge step by step, picked up the [Sleep Life] cookies on the ground,

And he took the double-bar shotgun that originally belonged to the old black man from Miss Chai.

【Name: Fire and Fire Shooting Gun】

【Genre: Weapon】

【Quality: Excellent】

【Attack power: Medium】

[Special effect: Fireworks burst. Pull the trigger and fire two fireworks from the barrel. The fireworks will automatically burst after touching the solid surface or moving forward 200 meters, sputtering metal debris with a temperature of 1500c in the arc range]

[Consumption: 5% of the total blood in the body, 200 physical energy points]

【Cooldown time: None】

[Equipment Conditions: The total blood in the body exceeds 3000ml]

[Note: The rising fireworks, look from below? Or from the side?]

Li Ang nodded and praised, "It's a good thing."

In the script world of the killing game, teammates can trade items, or use equipment props handed over by others.

But the premise of all this is that both parties must be completely voluntarily and cannot coerce or hostage.

Otherwise, the equipment props you get in your hand will only look like their appearance. If you cannot use the special effects, it will prevent low-level players from being coerced by high-level teammates in the script task and have to hand over all the equipment props you have on them.

The setting of "completely voluntary" is really mysterious.

According to tests by some large organizations, drugging or mental control of players cannot be considered absolutely voluntary.

Li Ang himself cannot use this piece of equipment, nor can he put it in the package.

However, this did not affect his ability to wipe the shotgun at will. I couldn't use it on the gun bag around his waist, so you can't take it away.

Li Ang's movements are natural and smooth, like a habitual criminal with rich experience in committing crimes.

He looked up at Bob, who was on the verge of suffocation, weighed the piece of [Sleep Life] in his hand, and said coldly: "I heard that you wanted to give me this just now?"

Miss Chai stretched out her fist tacitly and made an uppercut to Bob's chest, smuggling his chest. She didn't know how many broken ribs were, and the sound of the cracked cracked sound was heard.

After a pressing punch, Miss Chai moderately released the clamping of Bob's neck.

The latter, whose chest was severely damaged, felt that the pain in his chest was about to explode. His eyes were pitch black and his ears were roaring, and he couldn't see clearly or hear anything.

"I, I'm wrong"

Bob, who could not see his eyes and listen to his ears, said with great difficulty, "I shouldn't have thought about controlling you. Cough. I am actually a member of the Midnight Brotherhood. I am willing to spend 4,000, no! Five thousand game currency to buy my own life after leaving the script world."

Bob didn't want to die at all. Before he became a player, he was just a fresh meat shop worker living in a slum, with a low salary.

No wife or child (to be precise, he had a girlfriend and illegitimate child many years ago, but after his girlfriend became pregnant, he ran away and disappeared),

Living a difficult life.

After becoming a player, he turned over and became a guest of the local city underground gang. Not only did he move out of the slums, but he also had a luxurious sports car and charming companion.

Become a true master.

Bob, who had just begun to taste the taste of life of the superior, could not die here no matter what, and he had not enjoyed enough.

"Five thousand game currency, hehe, it's really a big deal."

Li Ang smiled and shook his head. He would not accept the other party's transaction. This meant exposing his player nickname to a hostile organization.

He has a better way to control the other party.

"Open your mouth."

Li Ang said coldly, asking Miss Chai to put Bob to the ground and used brute force to pry open the old black man's mouth.

"What are you going to do?!"

Bob lay down on the ground with his upper and lower jaws being forced to be opened, and there was even a severe pain in the corner of his mouth that was torn.

I could only struggle while shouting vaguely: "It's useless! This [Sleep Life] cookie is useless to me!

If I don’t voluntarily trade it to you, this cookie won’t trigger the special effects!”

"Who said he wanted to feed you biscuits?"

Li Ang shook his head, "You should feel lucky. Brother Dao, I am old and can't lift the knife anymore.

If it were you who were hostile to me in the past, you should be split and chopped into pieces even finer than the dumpling filling.

But if I don’t kill you, it doesn’t mean I can’t do anything to you.”

Li Ang said casually, dragging out a fat, fleshy worm from the void.
Chapter completed!