"Ho-ho-"

Bob's neck was firmly pinched by the cold armor palm, his huge body hung in the air, the green tendons on his dark face were bulging, his facial features were crooked, and his mouth was unconsciously half-open, laboriously absorbing oxygen.

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

That piece of [Sleeping Life] floated quietly above the pool of blood.

His left hand was weakly resting on Miss Chai's palm, trying to pull the other party's fingers off his neck.

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

After absorbing a part of the Yin Qi of the Mist Realm, Miss Chai has long since changed from what it used to be.

Not to mention that Bob is a mere occult player, even if he is a combat player who specializes in tempering his body, he doesn't want to have an advantage in pure strength.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Bob was about to be strangled to death by this stand-in who suddenly popped out, John Joyce and the others next to him panicked, took a step forward, and hurriedly said, "Don't kill him!" ”

Leon turned his head slowly, looked at him coldly, and said nothing.

John Joyce's heart beat inexplicably, and a dense cold sweat instantly broke out behind him,

Facing Leon's gaze, he felt as if he was being targeted by an emotionless, human-skinned monster.

This sense of oppression... How long has it been since he's become a player?

John Joyce retracted his trance-like mind and said hurriedly: "Although this time it seems to be a script mission focusing on puzzle-solving, the setting of five players,

It is enough to prove that in this mission, there is a high probability that there will be a five-player difficult combat link.

Any combat power is precious. ”

"Huh,"

Li Ang smiled indifferently, "Just now, you didn't seem to say that. ”

John Joyce was silent for a while, and defended: "I'm very sorry, in fact, I also objected to Bob's approach just now, teammates should trust each other..."

"I think so too."

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

and took over the double-barreled shotgun that originally belonged to the old black man from Miss Chai.

【Name:Fireworks Shotgun】

[Type: Weapon]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Attack: M]

[Special Effect: Fireworks burst.] Pull the trigger and fire two fireworks from the barrel. Fireworks will automatically explode after touching a solid surface or advancing 200 meters, sputtering metal debris with a temperature of 1500°C in an arc.

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

[Cooldown: None]

[Equipment conditions: The total amount of blood in the body exceeds 3000ml]

[Note: Fireworks raised, seen from below?] Or from the side? 】

Leon nodded and praised, "It's a good thing." ”

In the script world of the killing game, teammates can trade items with each other, and they can also use equipment items handed by others.

But the premise of all this is that both sides must be completely voluntary, and cannot be coerced or held hostage.

Otherwise, the equipment props in your hand are only the way they appear, and you can't use the special effects in them - this can prevent low-level players from being coerced by high-level teammates during script missions and having to hand over all the equipment and props on their bodies.

The setting of "completely voluntary" is really mysterious.

According to the tests of some large organizations, drugging or mind controlling a player is not absolutely voluntary.

Leon himself can't use this piece of equipment, and he can't put it in the package,

But that didn't stop him from wiping the shotgun and hanging it from the pouch around his waist - I can't use it, and you don't want to take it.

Leon's movements are natural and smooth, like a habitual offender with rich experience in crime,

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, you just wanted to give me this?" ”

Miss Chai stretched out her fist with great tacit understanding, and made an uppercut to Bob's chest, knocking his chest down, and the ribs were broken for I don't know how many were broken, and the clicking sound was resounding.

After an uppercut, Miss Chai moderately loosened the grip on Bob's neck.

The latter, whose chest cavity was hit hard, only felt that the pain in his chest was about to burst, his eyes were dark, his ears were roaring, and he couldn't see or hear anything at all.

"I, I was wrong..."

Bob, who couldn't see or hear, struggled to say, "I shouldn't have tried to control you... Ahem, I'm actually a member of the Midnight Brotherhood, and I'm willing to spend four thousand after leaving the world of scripts, no! Five thousand in-game currency to buy my own life. ”

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

No wife and no children (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 life of hardship.

After becoming a player, he turned over and became a guest of the local city's underground gang, not only moving out of the slums, but also owning a luxury sports car and a glamorous companion.

He became a master in the true sense of the word.

Bob, who had just begun to taste the life of a superior person, couldn't die here anyway, he hadn't had enough of it.

"Five thousand in-game currency, heh, that's a lot of money."

Leon smiled and shook his head, he wouldn't accept a deal from the other party - it meant exposing his player's nickname to a hostile organization.

He has a better way of controlling the other party,

"Open your mouth."

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

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Bob was lying on his back on the ground, his upper and lower jaws were forcibly torn open, and there was even a sharp pain at the corner of his mouth that was torn.

He could only struggle while shouting indistinctly: "It's useless! This [Sleep Life] cookie is of no use to me!

If I didn't trade it to you voluntarily, this cookie wouldn't trigger the special effect! ”

"Who said I'm going to feed you cookies?"

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

If you were hostile to me before, you should now be torn apart and chopped finer than dumpling filling.

But just because I don't kill you doesn't mean I can't do anything to you..."

Leon said casually, dragging out a fat, fleshy worm from the void,

"Come, open your mouth, let my uncle and I do an experiment..."