Fatal Shot

Xing Shao fell to the ground with an unresigned face. The moment the white light of death vanished from his body, a new faint white light of prizes appeared on his body with three pieces of equipment.

A black ring on his right hand, the SUV combat uniform that was slightly tattered at his chest, and that sci-fi model submachine gun with a similar appearance to the Death Star, the only Legendary grade submachine gun currently known in War.

The Legendary weapon was produced.

As a young impetuous seventeen or eighteen-year-old second-generation player, he definitely would not have been so compliant to rules in the game.

The Illegal and Criminal Points accumulated by Xing Shao were not low, and with the enhancement of the “Town of Exiles Badge of Honor,” the rate of him losing items this time was multiplied not just once.

The value of the equipment on him was quality Rare equipment, regardless of whether it was the ring or the SUV combat uniform.

But comparing the value of these two to a Legendary grade submachine gun, there was no need to mention, as this was something that could not be bought even if one had the money currently.

As such, seeing this situation, even Feng Luo stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.

“Xing Shao!” Just then, the Heavy Armored Warrior violently kicked and sent flying by Feng Luo had finally run back. When the smoke had dispersed a little and was able to roughly see Feng Luo’s position at his distance.

When he saw that Xing Shao had fallen to the ground, his face had already changed greatly, and when he saw that that Legendary grade submachine gun had shown the white prize light, he almost cursed aloud.

He had not thought that his worst fear would have actually happened.

Thereafter, he regained his senses and quickly charged towards Feng Luo, hoping to pick up the Legendary submachine gun worth up to 10,000,000 before Feng Luo could.

But he was already too late, Feng Luo had already held the submachine gun in his hands the moment he was awoken by his voice. Feng Luo turned and aimed at the Heavy Armored Warrior who was lunging over and pulled the trigger.

“Da, da, da…”

One by one, the remaining B grade special bullets in the magazine poured out.

…

At the battleground on the fifth floor when Xing Shao died on the tenth floor, the battle was already nearing its end.

“Peng!”

“-3555!”

The last fleeing Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group Elite Light Armored Warrior had run to the bend when he was shot in the back by a 15.7MM super-large revolver bullet from behind.

A red lethal damage of over 3500 made him roll as he tumbled to the ground.

Behind him, Aida Wong spun the cannon-like left revolver in her hand, then slotted it back into the gun holder on her thigh.

In this area full of combat-ruin scars, there were seven Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group corpses with bowl-sized bullet holes in them.

“And…that’s the end!”

Behind Aida Wong, and beside the Tyrant’s corpse in the passageway, Big Pineapple stood beside his Hellish Meat Grinder heavy machine gun, his eyes froze as his hand was halfway through changing the bullet chain.

He had engaged in a surprise attack on the Hunter T-750 prototype mecha from the start and started the battle as a result. After he had fired and emptied a bullet chain and had not changed to the second bullet chain, the battle had already ended.

“That’s too insane!”

Not to mention the cold-faced NPC codenamed Nightingale, he had already seen the insanity of this fellow’s attack power on Death Hunter Island.

Using the Legendary Recon Meter’s included skill just now, he was able to form a camouflaged image within a certain range, making himself able to be undetected by Recon Meters.

Using it on ambush, this function was godly.

The ability of that female Agent named Aida can be described as horrifying, the people she had finished off in the battle was half of the opponent’s total.

Was her main profession really a Gunner? Why, in the gaps between loading bullets into her two enormous revolvers, she was still able to kick the opponent Scout Leader who charged over to do close-combat from over 10 meters away, causing him to be reduced to the white light of death in midair. That Scout had a full body of Rare equipment and was left with at least half his HP.

The two NPC Agents’ abilities were so rad that he had accepted it.

After all, they were all brats of Level 50 and above who had awakened their Forces.

But why was Phoenix, whose ability was initially the same standard as his, so savage after turning into her S grade Talent, Dark Personality?

Although her attack power was not like the two NPCs, she was fully unharmed after the entire battle, the opponent’s two low-HP Light Armored Warriors had been killed by her without even having touched her.

Everyone was S grade Talented, could she not be so powerful.

“F*ck it! Why do I suddenly realize that it seems like I’m the weakest in this team?” Big Pineapple was a little upset. “Luckily, there’s still little girl Digital Cat.”

At least he still had a bit of reassurance.

Digital Cat was not good in the combat aspect, other than one slow and unintelligent robotic mecha which could use a machine gun in combat.

“Right, what about that mecha?” Big Pineapple had just thought of it when he suddenly realized that the T-750 initially standing beside him had disappeared.

He lowered his head and realized that the T-750 which had finished firing the bullet chain and was crouching on the ground and picking up a produced Rare belt on the nearest Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group player’s corpse, while its hand was also holding onto a pair of Rare grade alloy combat shoes.

Big Pineapple suddenly felt like he was really pretty beaten.

“Watch out, the battle hasn’t ended. I’ve just hacked into the Tyrant’s Control Spider signaling channel; there’s now three Tyrants coming in our direction. They’re already here.” Just then, from the communication device the completely emotionless voice of Digital Cat who had shifted to a safe position in a room long before.

Howl!

From the opposite bend in the passageway, a bloodthirsty howl and the running of a gigantic body sounded.

“Da, da, da…”

With a cold face, Nightingale single-handedly changed out the emptied magazines of his two submachine guns, and loaded new ones with two click sounds; aiming the submachine gun muzzles in a direction towards the passageway.

The moment the first bloodstained Tyrant appeared, it was hit by the bullets shot from the two submachine guns, filling its body with bullet holes, a steady stream of damage coefficients above its head, and its continuous howling.

The thick bloody scent after a round of team battle had clearly given the three Tyrants, commanded by Seven Kills to head to the fifth floor but had lost their target due to the destroyed control instrument, a new target.

However, this target was clearly not one to be messed with.

“It hasn’t ended.” On the battleground on the ninth floor, Feng Luo was holding onto the Legendary submachine gun with an emptied magazine and was standing beside the Heavy Armored Warrior.

He stared at the scene at the third floor on his Agent Wristwatch sent by the Legendary Recon Meter, his initial joyous expression turning slightly grave.

In the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group, which had forced the Federation camp players up to the third floor, five players were anxiously leaving the team, rushing with all they had upward through a passageway.

In the lead, a raging dark-faced Seven Kills was scolding the two Warrior players through the communication channel for not being able to convince and stop Xing Shao, even though the two players had already died and could not possibly hear his words.