Alien, surface.

A silver, long stick-like object like a thermometer protrudes from the ground.

There was a pause of about five hours.

The long stick-like object changes from silver to pitch black.

Bang.

The ground suddenly broke, and more than 500 black rats came out of the slope.

“GOGOGO！ Time waits for no one! ”

"Fack, the ground is hot, Captain, are you sure there's nothing wrong with the [thermometer]?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!"

With a scolding voice, this group of black rats like humans, dressed in special soldier clothes, all came to the surface, took out a compass to determine the direction of the lower magnetic field, and quickly locked the direction.

"Dog, dog, in this direction, keep up and keep up, and after about twenty minutes of the next wave of [temperature alternation], run if you want to live."

At the urging of the captain, more than 500 black rats really began to run wildly.

"Fack! Why is Lao Tzu's life so bitter, even if he encounters a muscular opponent, he will become a mouse when he enters the capital, and he will be driven to be a member of the death squad! ”

One of the black rats, whose ears had been cut off, was full of dissatisfaction.

What annoyed it the most was that, according to the information it obtained, the humans in this copy were actually immortal!

How do you play this?

He didn't believe there were no players in humans.

Because generally speaking, the human side is the group with the most players.

On the contrary, it is his own abnormal black rat race, and there will be fewer players who will fall.

What to do with the immortal body, he doesn't have a clue yet.

He even suspected that the previous bloody kill of the black team was most likely a kill from the black rat's side, not a kill from the human side.

After all, a lot of things have happened in the dungeon of black rats during this time, among which large-scale killing conflicts are even more frequent, and there are obvious signs that players are behind the scenes.

Of course, he also took the opportunity to participate in a wave, but the effect was very small, just killing some black rat NPCs and mixing up with the current opportunity of the death squad.

That's right.

is such a chance to dare to die, and he only got it after he worked hard to make war exploits.

He couldn't believe that his copy role this time would be so weak.

You must know that in the previous dungeons, although the characters of the dungeon bar were relatively ordinary, there had never been such a weak situation, and it was almost necessary for him to play hard to pull the character's positioning and strength to the average.

Those opportunities for growth need to be fought for by himself.

Swap into the previous quest characters, lie down and wait for the NPC to give you a chance.

Damn, why is this happening?

Has my strength grown to the point where the system has begun to limit me?

Although this is a happy thing.

But how does he feel that he is being cheated by other teammates......

I still remember the terrifying phenomenon of the double entry and the strength of the tall seventh-level dungeon at the beginning of the dungeon.

He really seriously suspected that the system was greatly limiting the strength of the white team, or rather, the strength of the hidden powerhouse!

And he was just implicated, weakened by the way!

Damn! The more I think about it, the more I feel the atmosphere.

But there is nothing he can do about it, he can only hope that the tough white teammate is really worthy of being targeted by the system and can lead the team to victory.

Of course, it's unrealistic to rely solely on teammates.

So the black rat still has to work its own.

At least...... Gotta live.

Follow this group of wild black rats and sprint together.

Five minutes later, the severed-eared rat saw a large black coffin appear in front of him.

Please forgive the severed ear rat for being direct.

The problem is, as far as his knowledge goes, it's just the image of a coffin.

As for the specific content of this mission, the severe-eared mouse does not know anything.

I don't know what the black rats on top want them to do with such a black coffin.

The only one in this team who knows the details of the mission is the captain and the mouse.

"Stop!"

The captain gave an order, and all the more than 500 black rats stopped moving.

At this moment, they had all gathered around the black coffin.

"According to the original plan, start posting the [Magnetic Explosion Sensor], and everyone will start acting immediately......"

The captain began to conduct macro command.

Magnetic explosion inductor?

The severed-eared mouse looked confused.

Soon, however, a squad leader came over and gave a square sticker covered with various kinds of barbed wire.

The stickers are very thin, and it feels very cold to the hand.

The squad leader quickly gave him a diagram of the structure of the black coffin.

Very rudimentary, but all the areas of the black coffin have been outlined and divided into sections.

He was assigned to Area 121, at the end of the black coffin.

To put it simply, he just asked him to put this sticker-like thing on the 121st area.

What's so hard about that?

The Severed-Eared Rat was a little surprised, and thought that the task of the death squad was so difficult this time, but it turned out to be only to this extent.

As a result, the next moment, he saw the 'compatriots' who rushed to the black coffin screaming and falling to the ground after completing the sticker action.

The air was filled with the stench of roasted black rats.

No way?!

The severe-eared mouse was stunned for a moment.

What's going on?

For a moment, he was a little hesitant to run away.

Look at this appearance, after pasting the sticker, its little life will also be explained here.

But under the cold gaze of the captain of the detachment next to him, he seemed to have no way back.

Feelings this guy is not just as simple as assigning tasks, but also with supervision!

Damn it!

I know that I will die, and I have to jump up to complete the task, are you stupid to me!

Lao Tzu thinks that the death squad is a life of nine deaths, and you are a task of ten deaths and zero lives, and the ghost will follow you!

The Severed Ear Rat took a step back, but accidentally squeezed the Black Rat brothers behind him backwards.

Yikes!

In the next moment, a cold light flashed.

The blood of the black rat brothers in the back splashed the severe-eared mouse.

The black rat brother was actually the captain of the team that was being monitored, and he was split in half at once.

The Severed-Eared Mouse didn't even see how this one did it.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is that there seems to be a line left in the afterimage.

Thin black lines.

What kind of black technology weapon is this?

The severed-eared mouse muttered in his heart.

I saw the squad leader's eyes scan at him.

Frightened, he hurriedly took a few steps forward, not daring to go back.

Mom, if you take a step back, you will be killed in seconds, who can withstand this.

I posted, I can't post it!

Gritting his teeth, the severe-eared rat leaped to his feet.

Sharp claws grew out of the limbs, and on the smooth surface of the black coffin, they climbed quickly, and soon climbed to the designated position.

Stick the sticker to that one.

Zizizizi!

The next moment.

The violent electric current, in an instant, rushed into the body of the severed-eared rat along the sticker.

The whole body is full of rat hair and the skin is charred black.

The severed-eared mouse, consciousness blurred for a moment, and fell down.

And the captain of the subordinate team below just observed all this indifferently, and silently played a '√' symbol in the No. 121 area on the notebook.

。 m.