The end of the world starts from the global copy

He only said one word.

"Look."

The sound falls.

On the second floor, the sound of the engine roared...

Under Barker's terrifying gaze.

An Apache gunship flew down from the second floor swayingly.

"My day..."

The stunned Balk looked at the model Apache, which was about thirty centimeters in length, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"boom!"

Mounted missiles roared out.

It slammed straight into Barker's face.

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The so-called cold lips.

In the current villa, the gate is blocked, and everyone has no way to go to the sky and no way to go to the ground.

Barker is a good one.

I don't know if this kid is brainless or if he is self-sufficient. All in all, he just blocked the behavior of [-] soldiers by himself, and it is indeed quite a man.

But now facing the killing weapon of Apache, Balk is also numb.

The missile flew head-on, and a black light suddenly covered Barker's body.

Single-target hardening: After activation, the physical damage received is greatly reduced.

With this move, Balk survived.

In the soaring smoke of gunpowder, Balk's body was thrown far away like catkins, and when he was in the air, Balk had already roared!

"You fucking eat!"

The voice was loud and full of energy, and it didn't look life-threatening.

Well, then it's time to talk about the truth about the death of lips and teeth...

No need for Balk to shout again.

Lu Ming, Ren Xia, a bald man, and bean sprouts had come out from every corner, and the rain of bullets blocked the stairs on the second floor.

……

"boom!"

Small bullets like gravel spewed out from Lu Ming's muzzle.

The gun is a Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle.

People are the king of killers in the real world, the god of death!

The sniper rifle that had been assembled just now spewed out a dazzling fire.

Even if Lu Ming doesn't like using guns anymore, his marksmanship is still above the average level!

The shot hit the Apache's propeller straight!

"boom!"

The sound of steel tearing steel was heard loudly, but Apache was seen spinning and falling from the sky.

The toy plane had just landed, and Ren Xia, bald head, and bean sprouts all filled the knife - I won't say whether the marksmanship is accurate or not, but then Apache is definitely not saved, especially after Lu Ming made another shot. case.

Balk, who fell to the ground, quickly got up and stood on the steps again. The blackness all over his body gradually receded, but his bravery did not change at all!

No need to play any more tricks.

The five-member group cooperated tacitly.

When Lu Ming blasted the head of the soldier with the sniper rifle, he immediately changed into the rifle, and the rain of bullets threw it towards the soldier array.

Bullets look like they have eyes.

In less than 2 minutes, [-] soldiers were blasted into a field of plastic waste by five people.

……

Silence re-emerged inside the room.

Fallen soldier.

Damaged porcelain oil painting.

Torn leather shoes.

As well as the pitted floor.

"So what's this called? Dollhouse?"

Ren Xia complained and walked out of the kitchen. He ignored the others and just climbed the stairs and stood at the corner of the stairs on the first and second floors, looking at the "corpses" on the ground.

He even picked up a finger and put it in his mouth to chew it for a while.

For a moment, the green scum was spit out by Ren Xia.

"It's just broken plastic."

The crowd gathered to stand near Ren Xia.

Balk turned to look at Lu Ming: "I said buddy, it's not very authentic, right?"

He was referring to the fact that Lu Ming ran to the kitchen first.

Obviously, Lu Ming has strong reconnaissance methods. He clearly knew that there was danger here, but he didn't tell others.

Lu Ming glanced at Balk, then turned to look at the bean sprouts and the bald head, and after a moment of light humming, Lu Ming spoke.

"This wave is easy to solve, and if there are casualties, I can't blame it."

The truth is indeed this truth.

If you don't have the ability, you will die. Everyone is not a team member, and Lu Ming has no reason to care about the lives of others.

And from the performance point of view, these people are indeed good players.

Barker spat, but did not speak, but the bean sprouts squinted round eyes and smiled at Lu Ming.

"What else did you see?"

"A box, in the attic on the third floor."

"A box?"

The bald head muttered, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of the words.

But the other four nodded in understanding.

Ren Xia spoke again: "In other words, the box on the third floor can turn these soldiers into life?"

Lu Ming glanced at Ren Xia and shook his head.

"It's not just soldiers, as you said, it's called a dollhouse, so..."

Lu Ming spread his hands.

What he meant was obvious.

Soldiers are toys.

But toys are not just soldiers...

……

The words have ended.

In fact, everyone was already prepared for what was about to happen.

But the strangeness of this matter still exceeded some people's expectations.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The shotguns fired one after another, and the nearly 30-centimeter-tall Tyrannosaurus rex slid and fell down in front of Balke.

Sharp claws, bared teeth, two kawaii short legs, corpses that twitch from time to time.

But only Balk understands how much pressure this thing puts on him.

"It's not over yet!"

Ren Xia's voice came from beside him.

In front, the eight raptors pressed up from a distance like a pack of wolves.

Barker held up his shotgun in silence, like a steel fortress, and Ren Xia also raised his weapon - a revolver of astonishingly large.

The fire staggered, the beast roared.

Even if they were quickly approached by the raptors, Balk and Ren Xia did not make a sound to seek support from their teammates.

Just because the other three also have tasks.

……

Second floor, in the master bedroom.

The bald man put down the gun in his hand, and gently wiped the blood that was seeping from his cheek.

Raising his legs, he kicked the pistol far away with one foot, his clothes flying with his movements, revealing the scars all over his body.

It is said that scars are a man's medal.

But the current bald man is not proud of his glory at all.

He just half-squinted his eyes and stared at the model toy standing in front of him.

However, he saw the toy model in front of him, ten centimeters tall, in a green robe, with conspicuous short green hair, a clear scar on his left eye, and three long knives slung around his waist.

Roronoa Zoro.

Of course, the bald man doesn't actually know who the guy in front of him is, he just instinctively senses the danger - the model in front of him is very strong.

The stagnant atmosphere, the silence of the two, is a bit like a decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City...

Until the bald man spoke calmly.

"Three knives, can you use them?"

"Ah... This is called the Three Swords Flow. I will soon let you understand that the Three Swords flow is not the same as holding three swords."

The model Zoro seemed to be wise. He opened his eyes and muttered with a lifeless appearance, but his bald head smiled.

"I've never used a knife, but I think it would be cool to use that kind of thing to cut people. If you don't mind, could you lend me a knife and let me try the feel of this weapon?"

"……what?"

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Zoro sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing the bald man's bad joke, Zoro seemed a little annoyed.

However, when he saw the bald man's face, he slowly restrained his smile.

Because in that face, he saw only curiosity, pure, and full of interest.

After a while of silence, Zoro spoke abruptly.

"Do you really want it?"

The bald man nodded solemnly.