Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 827: Hijack

The witch's mood, like the Titanic, sinks, sinks...

A single **** of the north wind is very difficult to deal with. That woman can summon missiles, artillery, heavy machine guns, machine guns and other modern firearms out of thin air.

And some near-future, terrifyingly powerful individual weapons.

If you deal with it, it will inevitably cause a huge movement and attract those ubiquitous deformed creatures.

And that Balalaika is the strongest in the entire GRU parapsychology department.

When in the Sky Arena and the Realm Corridor, the syndicates exchanged their opponents, and the witch still remembers Taihao's evaluation of Balalaika.

"That woman? Uh, she's quite powerful. Although I won her duel, neither of us took a serious shot, and her real strength is definitely more than the eighteenth. If any of you— In addition to losing control, if you meet her alone, it's better to run away or call for help from others..."

As the chief disciple of the syndicate, Tai Hao rarely gives such a high evaluation to outsiders, especially the witch and others.

Click.

The sound of magazine reloading came from behind.

Balalaika's eyes narrowed half-heartedly, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, holding a Stechkin APS automatic pistol in both hands, pointing the gun at the witch's back.

Obviously, the automatic pistol was mediocre in the detection of spiritual consciousness, without any fluctuation of extraordinary power, and did not trigger any warning of protective equipment,

The witch's heart was full of alarm bells, her hair stood on end, and she felt like she was being stared at by carnivorous predators.

Will die.

If you get hit by that gun, you will die.

"..."

The witch's movements froze in place, the faintly glowing pendant on her wrist gradually dimmed.

She slowly raised her hands to indicate that she was not hostile, and at the same time looked at the **** of the north wind in the distance and said with a blank face: "I have an automatic warning device on my body.

If I am fatally threatened and I lose my freedom, independence, and lucid will, I will be instantly forced to wake up and let me automatically surrender and quit the game.

So no matter what you want to do, you can't threaten me, the big deal is I'll just quit. "

"Yes, then you don't quit directly?"

Balalaika grinned and let go of the APS - the pitch-black fully automatic pistol did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, the muzzle continued to point at the witch, "Don't worry, if we want to kill you, we just Get started."

The witch's face sank, and she said in a serious tone: "Then what do you want?"

Balalaika glanced at the **** of the north wind in the distance. The latter put away the sci-fi style near-future sniper rifle, stepped lightly on the broken stone stairs, and gliding down to the witch. Before, the light of the flashlight shone on the waist belt of the witch.

The countdown on the three belts is exactly the same.

"Sure enough..."

Balalaika pondered and took a puff of a cigarette, the flame of the cigarette **** pulsing with her breathing, and the light and dark were uncertain.

The witch asked subconsciously: "What?"

"Time."

Balalaika pointed to his belt and said lightly: "This thing is indeed a life-saving tool to protect players from creatures in the scripted world, and it is also a speed limiter for killing game players to push players to kill each other."

Seemingly noticing the expression on the witch's face, Balalaika said slowly in a lazy voice full of magnetism: "The creatures in the scripted world I'm talking about are not the ones you see, but other more Strong stuff.

Compared with those things, the human head, donkey and horse can only be regarded as an ant colony without mental retardation..."

Balalaika chuckled, looked down at the witch with a gloomy expression, and said casually, "You should be trying to contact the rest of the syndicate now, right?

I'm sorry, these floors of the building can absorb most of the free energy in existence,

Short-range communication is fine,

For long-distance communication, it is impossible to connect at all.

We have already tried this.

So don't even think about letting your companions come to your rescue.

In addition..."

Balalaika looked at the witch who was a head shorter than herself and smiled, "For the time being, you don't have to worry that I will **** the crystal powder from your belt with my companions."

The witch said blankly, "What do you mean?

According to what you said, isn't the powder in the belt able to protect the player from certain monsters?

One person only has powder that can last for 24 hours, forcing the player group to fight each other at the beginning, **** powder from each other, and buy time for themselves.

Or are you planning to hold me hostage? Use me to force the rest of the Syndicate to surrender and hand over powder?

Then you will be disappointed.

In this stage, players can freely choose to surrender and withdraw, and others will not surrender for me..."

"You guessed wrong."

Balalaika shook his head, raised his finger and pointed to the huge 37 words on the wall next to him, "This is the thirty-seventh floor of the building, and we escaped from a pipe on the thirty-ninth floor. .

In other words, this building has at least forty floors of actual space, each of which is vast and difficult to communicate.

Under such circumstances, with the degree of dispersion among players, there is definitely no way to find other players in a very short period of time. Through battles, obtain the powder that maintains the authentication example radiological device.

300 players, each for 24 hours, lived here for 168 hours, and finally won 50 people

Just a simple mathematical calculation, it can be found that even if all the time powders are integrated together, not enough 50 people will survive 168 hours.

If you try to guess the intention of killing the game, you can get a possibility..."

The witch's mind changed quickly, and she immediately reacted, "One, powder is not enough. Even if players fight each other, they will definitely use up all the powder they find after four to five days, and then they will be attacked. /

Most of the players who survived then were hunted down.

Second, the powder is not enough, but players can get protection by occasionally adding powder. If there is no time for powder replenishment, you need to hide in the east and avoid danger.

Third, in addition to killing each other, players can also obtain a small amount of powder supplements from the script world in other ways, so that they can live for seven days..."

"Yes, you are really smart."

Balalaika nodded and said, "The first and second possibilities are not very high. If you have seen the so-called [security guards] on the 39th floor, slaughtering distortion structures,

You know that even the top 50 players have a hard time surviving under the siege of security guards.

So the most likely one is the third.

In some places on this map, there are crystal powders that hold the device together, as well as materials that allow us to understand the setting of the worldview of the map itself.

In other words, as long as we can find supplies, we don't have the necessary reason to eliminate you and get the powder on your body - you are a good helper in battle, and also a hostage of the Syndicate.

No matter how you say it, Runaway and Taihao will not turn a blind eye to your death, and maybe they will form an alliance with us to jointly deal with the overwhelming European heavy industry group——

The latter must have guessed what I was thinking. At this time, they have already started to form gangs to find some kind of equipment and devices on the floor together.

You have value to us. "

"Oh."

The witch grinned, and was about to say something sarcastic ~IndoMTL.com~ when she heard a loud explosion in the distance.

Boom! ! !

A 100-meter-long blazing sword pierced the metal roof in the sky,

The incomparably dazzling light shines into the 37th floor, which has been dark for some time.

Crash.

After a blow, the fiery flame sword slowly disappeared, and the fiery red molten steel melted by the blazing flame sword dripped down like a red waterfall.

Through the cracks in the sky, the dark and dark space above the roof can be seen.

Michael's Sword of Flame...

The witch took a deep breath. Just now, with her eyesight, she couldn't recognize the specific length of the sword of flame, and guessed which floor Michael was on now,

And where was she, what was she facing, and she swung this sword.

"No matter how many times I watch it, it's still spectacular..."

Balalaika looked at the rapidly cooling fiery red molten steel, sighed, and waved her hand, letting the witch and the **** of the north wind follow her, walking in the opposite direction of the flame sword.

"Huh?"

The witch glanced at the crack in the sky behind her, turned her attention away from the hover pistol pointed at her, looked at Balalaika and asked, "Aren't you looking for someone to form an alliance? Go to Michael! "

"The gods who walk in the world will not care about the opinions of mortals."

Balalaika said indifferently: "God, how could it be possible to form an alliance with mortals?"