The intense pain seemed to tear Duan Mo apart, his bones and blood veins were trembling, and his consciousness was a little blurred-

It's just a game, how can it hurt so much......

Duan Mo shook his head, took a hard breath, raised his gun and aimed it at Wushuang's forehead, sending out a bullet.

The bullet burst out of the chamber, as if hitting a ball of transparent gel, and the initial velocity of 800 meters per second slowed down more and more, and finally stopped completely, and was extremely strangely suspended in the air.

Duan Mo didn't care, he knew that the bullet that was stuck in the air would return to its original speed after he disarmed his skill, and pierced through Wushuang's head after a fraction of a second.

And a third of your health.

Duan Mo turned the head of the gun slightly, fired a short point at the fritters, then put away the gun again, ran a few steps, found another team of enemies, and continued to raise the gun to shoot.

Although his body was suffering from severe pain, Duan Mo's mind had never been so clear and calm. The whole world was as quiet as a sleeping baby, and several sand gulls on the sea were diving into the water, but they were inexplicably frozen in the moment before entering the water, and the wreckage of the broken vehicle was burning with flames, but the shape of the flames did not change in the slightest.

"There's another team." Duan Mo's eyes began to glow red, and his health had fallen to the bottom. "It's too late......"

Drunken Meng's movements were a little funny, she stretched out her hands and opened her mouth, her slender eyelashes glistening in the sun, reflecting those eyes even more movingly.

"Actually, you're pretty good." Duan Mo remembered the awkward conversation in the utility room, and his old face flushed a little.

He stood on top of the steel frame, bent his knees slightly, his muscles and ligaments pulled to the limit, squeezed out all the strength of his body, like a big bird about to spread its wings, and leaped down, at the same time, his hand had already touched his lower back, where hung a round, heavy fragmented hand 'thunder'.

"You have to take this gift well." Duan Mo pulled out the pull ring of * in the air, and with all his strength, he threw it at the sundries boxes ten meters away—the last group of enemies were hiding behind the sundries.

Almost at the moment when he threw out the hand of the thunder, Duan Mo's rapidly consumed health was completely exhausted.

The sturdy Tibetan antelope seemed to have broken its legs, and could no longer toss and turn on the narrow steel frame, falling weakly from the air.

"Fuck, I'm going to have to go on a roller coaster ride in the future......" Duan Mo scolded viciously before the picture went black.

With Duan Mo's death, the hourglass of Corolos also stopped, and everyone regained their mobility, but it was too late.

The players on the bridge had no idea what was going on, and they didn't notice that time had been tampered with. All they knew was that for some reason a bullet appeared in front of them.

"Bang!" A gunshot that had been suppressed for a long time came from all directions at the same time, and in this gunshot, more than a dozen bullets were hidden!

The bullets that were not fired at the same time were now regained at the same time and rushed towards their target at the same time!

Their anger is like a dam full of floods, and the moment the floodgates are opened, they pierce through the enemy with a thousand force!

"Player Duan Mo used M416 to kill xxx!"

Four kill prompts appeared in the status bar of Drunken Dream almost at the same time, and before she could think about it, another thunderclap rang out!

Behind the sundries frame not far away, a grumpy fragment hand' thunder had exploded.

"What's going on!!"

This is the voice of all players except Duan Mo.

Duan Mo was originally by Zuimeng's side, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly died on the bridge deck more than ten meters away, and all the players on the bridge deck were killed by him in an instant?

No one could give her an answer, and now there were no living people on the bridge, and there was only one team left in the entire game, still swimming in the sea under the bridge.

"Is this my Christmas present? That's a surprise, right? Zuimeng guessed that Duan Mo should have used some kind of prop at that moment, but no matter how much she wanted to break her head, she couldn't guess what prop it was, and it could have such a perverted effect.

But anyway, the first place in this game is already in the bag of Drunken Dreams - the poisonous fog has begun to spread, and in a few minutes, the entire map will be filled with extremely harmful poisonous fog, and when the time comes, he only needs to make a first-aid kit in advance, and he can easily leave the game and go to Duan Mo to ask for clarification.

Zuimeng slowly climbed down from the steel frame of the bridge, found a few bottles of painkillers and a few first-aid kits in the boxes scattered on the bridge deck, and then lay down on the asphalt road very casually.

From beginning to end, this game can only be described as inexplicable.

Inexplicably racing with others, inexplicably rushing into the gas station, inexplicably climbing the bridge, and inexplicably surviving to the end.

This is completely different from the experience she had when she played solo - when she fought alone, all the steps were in order, they were all planned, and nothing went wrong, but for some reason, once she partnered with Duan Mo, everything would become a mess, and all kinds of unexpected situations would follow, and there would be dangers everywhere, like dancing on a tightrope.

Thinking of this, Zuimeng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She has always been very disgusted with the unknown and the situation that she is not in control, but now she can't be angry.

Duan Mo is such a person, he is so-so and arrogant, and he will always bring people to danger, but if it is really a critical moment, he will stand up and pull you through the difficulties.

Drunken Dream thought as the corners of his mouth curled higher.

The asphalt road was exposed to the sun all day, even if it was close to evening, it was still a little warm, the sunset was deeper, only a playful forehead was still above the sea level, so the blue sky also dimmed, the soaring sand gulls seemed to be disturbed by someone, no longer willing to go into the sea, slowly homecoming, the salty sea breeze washed away the smell of blood and gunsmoke, and the traces of the battle slowly faded.

This massacre has come to an end.

The poisonous fog began to spread, and the safe zone disappeared completely. Zuimeng casually twisted open a bottle of painkillers and drank it, and then gave himself a first-aid injection on his arm.

The moment the poisonous mist came into contact with the drunken dream, her health began to disappear in large quantities, but she didn't care at all.

"Do you want to give Duan Mo an inflatable doll...... After all, there is no way to solve the physiological problem without the game...... "Drunken Dream was thinking, and the two players under the bridge who had not shown up died in the poisonous fog, and the game was completely over.

"Good luck! Chicken tonight! ”

"Don't say goodbye," Zui Meng shook his head worriedly, "Duan Mo, a narcissist, might think I'm hinting at him." ”

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"Check it for me, I have to find out anyway, what kind of skill is that!" Wushuang slapped the table angrily, and the whole building trembled.

The headquarters of the QUN organization is located in another residential area, which is a manor house covering nearly 100 acres and can fully accommodate hundreds of players.

In one of the parlors in the center of the manor, Musou had just finished the game and was teleported back, and she was throwing a tantrum and tearing apart a famous painting by Botticelli on the wall, "The Birth of Venus".

The other members had already understood Wushuang's fiery temper, and when they saw her going crazy, they had already secretly hid out, and only a man who looked like a professor was looking at her with a smile.

"Wushuang, that painting cost me ten points." The man is not very old, but he wears old-fashioned gold eyes, holds a thermos cup in his hand, and there are a few round wolfberries soaked in the cup, and he looks like a middle-aged man.

"Hua Shixiang, you shut up the old lady!" Wushuang scolded angrily: "Twice! That shameless villain named Duan Mo has already beaten me twice! What kind of man is he! He never dared to fight with me honestly, he would only use some crooked methods, and his mother looked down on him! ”

"I've heard the fritters talk to me." Hua Shixiang unscrewed the aluminum thermos cup and took a sip of the reddened wolfberry tea, still with a warm smile on his face, "People's hole cards are obviously bigger than yours, and there is nothing to say if you lose." At least you didn't lose anything this time, so let's take it off. ”

"Humph! The next time I see him, I'm going to cut him with a thousand cuts! Otherwise, I won't be called Wushuang, but I'll be called Incompetent! "Wushuang swore a poisonous oath.

"Incompetence is pretty good." Hua Shixiang still smiled tepidly, and casually took out a small square box from under the pear wood chair where he was sitting. "Do you want to kill a game?"

Wushuang glanced at the thing in Hua Shixiang's hand and was slightly stunned.

"You bought a new chess piece?"

Hua Shixiang nodded, and took out a chess piece from the small wooden box with exquisite workmanship in his hand, the chess piece was extremely smooth, and the word "will" on the chess surface was very vigorous and powerful, thick and upright.

"There is actually Jiuquan jade sold in the mall, and the quality is excellent, so I bought some and carved a set of chess pieces." Hua Shi's delicate fingertips like a woman caressed the more delicate jade chess pieces. "The words on this chess piece are also written by me."

"Your face has some charm." Wushuang looked at the strong big characters on the chess pieces, and his heart suddenly calmed down. "But I don't have the heart to play chess with you, no matter what, I have to find out what kind of skill can have such a strange effect."

Wushuang said and hurried out of the room.

Hua Shixiang sighed slightly, a little lost.

In the entire QUN organization, only Wushuang can play a few tricks with him in terms of chess.

Of course, in the case of giving up a set of horse artillery.

"The nature of the sky is from the forest, and the lonely height is hundreds of fathoms......"