As night falls, other players in the city of Holomansk begin to stir up again.

Although there has always been a curfew in the capital of hell, and anyone who goes out on the streets in the middle of the night will be wanted by the patrol, but after last night's bloody battle, the number of patrols today is smaller, and they are not as serious as yesterday.

After recuperating during the day, the combat effectiveness of the players who survived until tonight is much stronger than last night. At night, the patrol also has much less vision than during the day.

Because of this, the players who have been hiding in the apartment during the day have also taken to the streets and began to carry out various "riot operations":

"Stand ......"

Seeing a vague figure looming ahead, dimly unrecognizable, a patrolman holding an AK followed the figure into the alley between the two apartments.

Before he could gain a firm footing, his military cap and the night vision device mounted on the brim of his hat were suddenly taken off rudely, and before the soldier could raise his gun, a swaying red light lit up in front of him.

Then came the sound of an unusually magnetic feminine male voice:

"You're a loli...... No, you're a garbage can. ”

"You're a trash can......"

Like a demonic male voice, it was all accepted by the patrolman, although his hands were still trying to raise the gun, his body was unusually heavy for some reason, and his consciousness quickly blurred until it disappeared, really like a garbage can, stiffly leaning against the wall and not moving.

"Thank you for your cooperation~"

The man in black, who was thin like a hemp pole, grinned with a mouth full of fangs, put away the hypnotic pendant in his hand, broke the patrolman's stiff hands, and took the AK-47 and put it in his backpack.

After completing the hypnosis, the man did not stop long, grabbed the drain pipe by the wall of the apartment, climbed onto the roof like an ape, and before he could stand firmly, he heard a soft noise.

Syllable!

The slender man who had just gone to the roof and was about to run away was weakly planted and disappeared in the air as data fragments. A line of kill prompts that appear in the line of sight of all surviving players:

Player "Sleeping Green Tea" is killed by player "Killing-feel"!

After finishing the shooting, the sniper, who was lying on the roof of an apartment building 300 meters away, put away his M14 battle rifle with an eight-fold mirror without saying a word, jumped off the roof and disappeared into the gloomy night.

"Someone shoots!"

Although his sniper rifle was equipped with a silencer, the gunfire was still very obvious in the quiet night, and the patrolmen who were originally a little perfunctory in the vicinity immediately became energetic.

When they heard the gunshots, several players nearby also cursed in their hearts, while hiding in their apartments as quickly as possible, avoiding the search of the patrols.

However, in such a dangerous situation, there are still some crazy people who "take the usual path" and take advantage of the dangerous opportunity to fish in troubled waters......

As the patrols searched the streets, a tattered Lada station wagon parked on the side of the street suddenly started, and the engine burst into a loud noise similar to that of a formula car, and the whole car almost flew out, crushing the two patrolmen who had no time to dodge under the wheels, which dragged a long bloody trail on the street.

“……”

Sitting in the driver's seat, the man in black who said nothing, with an angular face and a neat flat head, is the first purchasable retinue of Paradise of War, and almost every player has one - the mass-produced T800 robot.

"Fire, fire!"

In the face of the sudden attack, the patrolmen next to them were stunned for a few seconds before they reacted, and they raised their guns to shoot at the broken car that was racing, taking advantage of this opportunity, a man who had been squatting next to the fire hydrant on the corner of the street, stood up sneakily, bent down and rushed to an apartment on the side of the street.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

As he ran, the man in the black nightcoat chuckled quietly.

In fact, he had already seen the hideouts of several players nearby, and in his opinion, those stupid players should still be paying attention to the commotion in the streets, and just take this opportunity to sneak into the house and kill them, and he could easily take the heads!

Thinking of this, the obscene masked man took out an inconspicuous small key from his backpack, held it tightly in the palm of his hand, and the introduction of the item, which he had read many times, resurfaced in front of him.

The master key of the Thieves' Guild.

Consumables.

Item Class: Epic.

With this key, it is possible to open any door with an old-fashioned door lock except for the safe house and special plot locations, which will break after three uses.

"The thieves' guild beneath Rift Valley City is home to all sorts of treasures, but only insiders who can qualify to join the thieves' guild can get this key."

The Masked Man knows that there is no such thing as a "safe house" in this map, and with this key, he can open the door to the apartment where the players are hiding, and then take advantage of the opportunity to kill those guys!

Thinking of this, he also decisively used the master key, unlocked the door of the side door of one of the apartments, lowered his body and slipped into the dark apartment corridor.

The masked man had just seen clearly that while his entourage was causing chaos, a man with a broken hand hid in the apartment, which is why he chose to kill this man in the first place. AFTER ALL, PLAYERS WITH THE CRIPPLE DEBUFF ARE BETTER ABLE TO DEAL WITH IT THAN PLAYERS WITH A NORMAL STATE.

After entering the apartment, the masked man held his breath and slipped into the living room of the apartment without making a sound.

Then he saw the man with the missing hand sitting on the couch, right with his back to him, leaving the back of his head.

Seeing this, the masked man took out a short-handled serrated saber and held it in his hand, silently walked over, stood behind the player, and suddenly swung his knife sideways at the opponent's throat.

Click!

The poor man sitting on the sofa was cut in the throat without any suspense.

The masked man was about to turn away from "Hidden Merit and Fame" when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

- The kill prompt did not appear, and the opponent's neck did not spurt blood at all.

The masked man swung his knife again in surprise and tried to cut off the other's head, but before the second attack began, the man with the throat had already turned around and stared at him with cloudy eyes, not a drop of blood from the cut on his neck, and his complexion was unnaturally blue and white in the moonlight.

"it, zombie ......"

The masked man cried out in surprise, and then he was stabbed through the heart, and the corpse fell to the ground weakly, dissipating into pieces.

"Why do people in the capital of hell still dare to rob?" The corpse demon snorted a little puzzled, put the fruit knife he was holding in his left hand back on the coffee table, and then stared at the godless eyes in hindsight:

"Where is his body? I'm going to possess it! ”

The monster that is still using the mutilated body does not see it, and the line only appears in the player's line of sight:

The player "Frost Lord" was killed by the player "Reverse Current"!