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At the same time, the League of Losers, as well as Andrew, found out about the "Liberty City" game.

"Wade?"

Death discovered the existence of Wade through the mark on the people of the motherland. He was shocked for a while. This guy actually traveled into the game?

"It's interesting, maybe I can do something while I'm at it."

Death's eyes flickered. It was obvious that the changes in the game were caused by Deadpool. That world was his home field, and the people from his motherland were also there, which gave him a great advantage.

In addition, there is no doubt that Andrew will definitely enter that world. Although he doesn't know why, he likes to be a savior. It is impossible for him to do nothing in such a big disaster.

Death thought about it and told Sithorn and Seth about the matter. The two were very interested. Of course, their interests were different. Sithorn wanted to kill Andrew, and Seth wanted to inform.

"There is indeed something we can do. The worst case scenario is that Deadpool dies."

Sithorne said that in his opinion, Deadpool is just a plaything of death and can be sacrificed at will.

Death is a little dissatisfied. He does have many men, but Deadpool is special in his heart. It means a bit of true love. He is not willing to sacrifice the other person.

However, Death didn't say anything, because Deadpool wouldn't die, that guy was weird, and even he couldn't kill him completely.

In the words of Deadpool, as long as I am still popular, I will never die.

"Then give it a try, Death, contact your mistress and we will make arrangements."

Seth said, at the same time, his true form conveyed the matter to God Andrew. The undercover job was quite interesting.

God Andrew immediately relayed the matter to Andrew, and Andrew raised his eyebrows, that guy Deadpool actually went into the game?

"I didn't feel the fusion of worlds at all this time. It seems that Sithorne's manipulations worked."

Andrew secretly thought that every time the worlds merged before, he could sense it, but this time, he didn't notice it at all. Everything happened silently.

The reason for this is that Sithorn and the others used their hands and feet to further weaken Andrew's advantage in the attached world.

Of course, they couldn't sense it either, and everyone's starting point was still the same. Andrew shook his head, rolled his eyes, and began to draw on the oil painting.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Alliance of Losers, Death nodded, and then, he spoke to Wade through the mark on the people of his motherland.

At the bank, Guy finally stopped having green data on his body. He knelt on the ground and kept breathing. His good brother Buddy asked with concern: "Guy, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know what happened to me, but I feel that I have a mission to complete."

Guy said: "This mission is the mission of all NPCs, and it resonates with me and the world."

Buddy expressed confusion: "NPC? What is an NPC?"

"NPCs are non-player characters, and we are NPCs."

Guy stood up and said, Buddy looked confused, non-player character, what does it mean, I don't understand it at all?

When Guy saw this, he was about to explain the meaning of NPC eloquently. At this moment, a wave of waves appeared in the motherland, and then a voice sounded: "Wade!"

Guy was stunned and asked around: "Wade? Who is calling me? No, my name is not Wade, my name is Guy. This name sounds much better."

"Wade, you don't remember me? I am death!"

Death stunned, Wade lost his memory? No way, such a bad idea could happen to me? This is a bit too much.

Before Guy could speak, the people of the motherland roared angrily: "Death, do you really have anything to do with this guy?"

"Wow, your words remind me of a purple sweet potato named Thanos. He also shouted like this at the beginning."

Guy sneered and said that his favorite thing is to piss off Thanos, but now he has an additional target, the people of his motherland.

"I'll introduce you to my motherland later."

Death didn't talk nonsense. He said to Guy: "Wade, do you really not remember me?"

"It feels very familiar and a little impulsive, but I don't know why, but I can't remember anything related to you."

Guy shrugged and said, "Besides, I have a mission to complete now, a mission that I must complete."

While speaking, Guy floated up, even passed through the ceiling of the bank, and flew into the sky. Buddy was stunned, and a sentence came out of his mind out of nowhere: "Manager, come and see God."

Soon, Guy floated to the clouds. He looked down. Below was the huge Liberty City, which was even bigger than before because it was integrated with the code of "Game Life".

In Liberty City, there are millions of real-life humans who have been sucked into the game world. In addition, there are tens of thousands of NPCs. These NPCs are currently invisible and cannot be seen by players. At the same time, their bodies keep flashing data. , seems to be evolving.

"I finally understood my mission."

A sudden realization came to Guy's heart, and even his mental illness improved a lot. He smiled slightly, and the image appeared in the sky of Liberty City, clearly visible to everyone.

"Hello everyone, I am an NPC named Guy. I believe many of you have beaten me up, and some of you especially like to step on my face."

Guy said slowly: "Of course, I can understand this behavior. After all, I am so handsome. It is normal for you to be jealous."

Everyone looked at Guy speechlessly. The players did know this guy, but they had never thought that this guy was so thick-skinned.

People outside who had not entered the game world turned their attention to Guy on the screen. Everyone knew that the real owner had appeared.

Antoine asked angrily: "Did you get us in?"

"Of course, who else could it be but me?"

Guy smiled and said: "Why did you get brought in? Because this is the requirement of the world's will. You guys have fun killing NPCs, but have you ever thought that us NPCs will be in pain."

The players were stunned for a moment, and then many shouted: "You are just NPCs, not real lives."

"We are not ordinary NPCs, we are intelligent NPCs. We are intelligent and we are also a kind of life. When we are shot or stepped on in the face, we will feel pain and anger."

Guy shouted: "This anger, combined with my power, pulls you into this world. Although I don't know where the power in me comes from, my power is obviously very strong, and it may even be World number one."

"Will it be painful? Have you already created yourself?"

Keyboard looked incredulous and a little guilty at the same time. If he and Milly hadn't created the intelligent NPC, this situation would not have occurred.

Milly had the same idea. She also entered this game as a beautiful woman wearing leather pants and a white shirt.

"This guy, even if he loses his memory, is still so shameless."

Andrew shook his head. He looked at the oil painting in front of him. The content on it made him feel incredible, because Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, etc. appeared on it, and they were also in Liberty City.

"Collective time travel? Or data creation?"

Andrew touched his chin and continued to draw, hoping to find the key points as soon as possible. There was no way, he had never seen this movie - he could not have seen every movie, that would be unscientific.

game world.

Guy continued: "I believe many people have guessed what I am going to say next. Congratulations, you guessed it correctly. Next, it will be your turn to be killed. Each of you has three lives. As long as you support seven Twelve hours to survive and return to reality.

If you die three times within seventy-two hours, you will die completely.

And those who will hunt you down will be tens of thousands of NPCs in the city. They will put on your glasses and do the things you loved to do the most.

In fact, nothing has changed, it's just that you and the NPC have changed their identities. This is fate and retribution, your retribution. "

"Complete death?"

The players were in an uproar, many yelling, and of course, many begging, hoping that Guy would let them go.

The faces of the disaster confrontation bureau and the ordinary people are ugly. This is a battle royale. If these players all die, it will be a terrible disaster, because there are millions of them.

"Director Tianjian, hurry up and save everyone."

Countless people prayed in their hearts that only Director Tianjian could be trusted for such a big matter, not even the people of the motherland were worth mentioning.

Guy shrugged and said: "This is not my idea, this is the idea of ​​the world's will, the idea of ​​all NPCs, in fact, I don't want to do this, after all, being a villain never ends well.

My, uh, what's my name? In short, I have never been a villain, I am a superhero, the most popular superhero, the superhero with the highest box office in R-rated movies. "

"Well, my mind seems to be confused again. In this case, I will keep it short to avoid saying anything that shouldn't be said. For example, the people of the motherland only have three seconds."

Guy knocked his head and said, the players and the global audience were in an uproar at the same time, the people of the motherland only have three seconds, is it true?

The popularity of the motherland went crazy. This bastard actually made this matter public? How will he behave in the future?

After a pause, Guy continued: "In order to help you, and to make the game more fun, I have prepared a large number of props in Liberty City, such as props for restoring health, props for resurrection, and props for summoning superheroes.

However, for every superhero summoned, a corresponding supervillain is summoned, so it's a double-edged sword.

Don't blame me. I'm in a mess right now. On the one hand, I want to be a good person, but on the other hand, I'm controlled by the will of the world and want to be a villain. I'm also desperate. "

"Okay, the game will start in three minutes, so get ready."

After saying that, Guy's figure disappeared, and many players were still yelling and cursing, but savvy players had already begun to look for weapons and vehicles to try to survive the seventy-two hours.

Seventy-two hours is not a short time. The next step is difficult. Who would have thought that killing a few NPCs would lead to disaster?