I will beat whoever eats chicken

Chapter 1 Skydive Brother!
Snapped!
"Brother! Brother! Wake up, we're going to skydive!"

Wu Tong opened his eyes leisurely, and when he was conscious, he heard the whistling wind and the shouting and shouting of men and women.

"What's the matter, where am I..." Wu Tong had a splitting headache, and there were some strange things in the world in his eyes. There was a phantom-like image floating on the left side of his line of sight, like a map or something.

He didn't take a closer look, because his brain hurt like it was about to burst, and he didn't even see clearly why so many people gathered in the strong light on the other side.

"Brother! Get up! You're about to be kicked off the plane!"

"What, what plane... eh? Plane?!"

Wu Tong's eyes widened instantly!Yes!It's the plane!The noise in the ear is the engine of the plane and the whistling wind above the sky!

'Fuck!Really exciting! '

He took a closer look and saw that there were many men and women in white underwear on the plane, many of them were women!There are different heights, fat and thin, and there are many beauties with good figures!
Snapped!
Another slap, Wu Tong finally looked at the person who called him for a long time and slapped him several times.

This guy is a bronze-skinned man with a muscular body. He also only wears underwear, with a fanny pack around his waist, and his muscles are bulging with a sense of strength.

Wu Tong's chrysanthemum tightened, and before he could speak, he was picked up from the seat by the man, pushed and shoved, and jumped off the plane with him!

"Mom..."

Three minutes later, Wu Tong tremblingly followed behind the muscular man, going in and out of houses with similar layouts, becoming an amateur scavenger.

"You mean, you were caught into the game world without knowing anything?" The muscular man was called Brother Feng, and his eyes were indeed as sharp as a blade.

Wu Tong picked up a box of 9mm bullets from the ground, slapped it on his pocket, and the box disappeared, and there were 15 more bullets on the phantom interface in his eyes.

Following Brother Feng's example, he loaded the p92 pistol with a magazine and loaded the bullet.He nodded again and again, "I was looking for my friend to brush Luke together in YY, and a small advertisement popped up in the pop-up window, and I clicked the cross... That's it."

Just like that, I was on the plane as soon as I opened my eyes.

But Brother Feng knew much more than him.

Brother Feng is better equipped. He is carrying an M16 on his back, holding a Thompson submachine gun nicknamed Chicago Typewriter, and is picking up .45 bullets on the ground.

"As far as I know, most of the people on Birth Island were sucked into this world while playing a game...Shhhhh! Hold on!"

Brother Feng suddenly signaled him to keep quiet, and Wu Tong lay on the ground with a plop, squirming and leaning against the wall, as far away from the window as possible.

"I fucking told you not to move!"

Brother Feng's eyes flashed coldly, and he aimed the black muzzle of the typewriter at Wu Tong, who immediately lowered his head and dared not move.

At this time, Wu Tong heard very clear footsteps outside the window!

someone is coming!

After a while, the main door of the room was opened from the outside, but no one came in.

Wu Tong looked at Brother Feng suspiciously. Just as he was about to ask, something suddenly appeared in his sight. It was a tinkling flash bomb...

With a buzzing sound, the strong light blinded Wu Tong's dog's eyes. He screamed and got up from the ground, bumping his head into the corner of the stairs like a headless chicken.

bang bang...

Deafening gunshots rang out in the room, completely covering up the messy footsteps. Wu Tong shouted for his mother to help, and almost peed his pants in fright!

He could feel a few bullets brushing past his cheeks, which nearly exploded his head!
The gunshots stopped suddenly, and Wu Tong still didn't know what happened. After his eyesight and hearing gradually recovered, phantoms flickered in front of his eyes, and he vaguely saw a person crouching in front of him looking for something.

"Rookie, put on his bulletproof vest, what a pity, the helmet was blown off by me."

Brother Feng rummaged through a wooden box for useful props. There were still large patches of blood on the floor and walls, but he didn't know where the dead body was.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, Wu Tong sniffled, bent over and retched with a painful expression.

But he didn't know what was wrong with his body, and he couldn't vomit anything.

Brother Feng carried all the props he needed, bullets, medicines, and accessories, and just slapped them on the backpack behind him, without even needing to unzip the zipper.

He sneered and said, "Rookie, it seems that you really haven't been exposed to this game... Don't dawdle, there is a gunshot here, and someone will come to follow the sound soon, quickly grab your things and follow me."

There were tears in the corners of Wu Tong's eyes, and he held his breath with red eyes, trying not to smell the strong smell of blood in the air.

He fumbled around in the wooden box a few times, and put on the damaged police body armor. This body armor is quite simple, and the range of protection is extremely small. The entire back is exposed, and there is no security at all. Feelings to speak of.

Fortunately, he found a shotgun and a few large-caliber shotguns in the wooden box!

(End of this chapter)