Fantasy Game: Infinite City

"How many people are left?"

"Less than twenty, Boss, is this place really haunted?! How about we run first!"

In a reception room inside the building, Terry and his remaining men temporarily stayed in the room, with several people guarding the windows and two doors. Terry stood in front of the table in the reception room, adjusting his lever rifle while talking to one of his men who firmly believed that the manor was haunted.

Terry had indeed begun to suspect that old Morris's estate might really be haunted, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, Terry quickly ruled out this possibility.

"What ghosts are there? Have you ever seen a ghost that can throw grenades and explosives? I think it's more like someone is playing tricks! Hold your weapon and act like a man, you coward!"

Terry glanced at the other people in the room. Fortunately, not all of them were like this subordinate, who was completely cowardly. Most of them were angry because they were caught off guard. This was a point that could be exploited.

"Listen up, brothers! There are no ghosts here! Someone is setting a trap to ambush us! Old Morris is a good shot, but he is in poor health and not that powerful. He must have hired bodyguards. There are probably several of them. We have more people than them. Listen to my command and kill these guys hiding in the dark! As long as you kill Old Morris, you will get the money!"

Although Terry is a scumbag, he can still win people's hearts and boost morale. His words successfully made his subordinates, who were already angry about the sneak attack, even more angry.

Terry divided the remaining people into three teams. One team stayed in the reception room and used it as a safe base. One team, together with Terry, prepared to search for and kill the enemies hiding in the dark and old Morris. The remaining team was the smallest, with only five people. These five people were Terry's confidants. Their mission was to go to the basement and find the sacrificial supplies needed for the resurrection ceremony.

Except for the team that stayed in the reception room, the other two teams left here under Terry's order and started their own goals.

Unlike the previous three players, Terry and his men were fully armed and holding torches. So under the illumination of the torches, the traps that Han Zu had previously set in the dark were not very effective, especially since those unlucky guys who had died before had already stepped on them once. The purpose of the traps now was to delay time.

Compared to Terry and his men, Han Zu knew much more about the structure of the building. He was in a room above the reception room, observing the reception room below through a small hole he had smashed in the floor. Naturally, he also heard Terry's "pre-war speech" and the tasks Terry secretly assigned to his five confidants.

The pair of shoes that Han Zu was wearing now had metal blocks on them, which made a lot of noise when he walked. But now there were many people in the building and the noise was very loud, so it was difficult to notice the sound, which provided Han Zu with a lot of convenience.

Han Zu was not clear about the rules of this dungeon, and the player who should have been killed by him before took the blow and was fine. It was only after Old Morris shot him that Han Zu killed him. So although these lackeys were easy to kill, Han Zu was not sure whether the weapons in their hands would cause harm to him. Before being shot, everything was unknown, and Han Zu had no intention of being shot, so he had to sneak attack and ambush them first.

The people who stayed behind in the reception room could actually handle the problem by throwing two explosives, but this would alert the enemy. The leader didn't look stupid, and if the number of people decreased rapidly again, he might give up the action and run away. In this way, there would be no way to find out the whereabouts of the three players.

The leader is most likely a boss or something. I don’t know if he has any strange abilities. There are still a lot of enemies left. It is not a good thing to be attacked from both sides. We must reduce their number first and it is best not to let them discover us too early.

Therefore, the five confidants who went to the basement became the best choice. After checking the spears and machetes, and tightening the bags of explosives and wooden-handled grenades around their waists, Han Zu and the other five people separated from the main force, took a detour and arrived at the only way to the basement in advance.

These five guys seemed to be much more powerful than the other henchmen. They kept some distance from each other so that they would not be left alone but would not be killed all at once. This was probably to avoid being killed by a single explosive.

Han Zu calculated the distance. If he used explosives and grenades here, they would definitely be heard, but if he only used the spear, the sound should be much smaller. Han Zu raised the spear, aimed at the queue of five people, and waited for them to pass a corner.

Just before the last man passed the corner, Han Zu quickly pulled the trigger, and the sharp spear head flew across the open space in the middle and pierced the man's shoulder. Han Zu turned the crank, ready to pull him over and kill him.

"Ah! There he is! Come and help!"

However, these five men were much tougher. The one whose shoulder was pierced by the spear did not scream too much. He quickly grabbed the iron chain connected to the spear head with both hands, trying to pull Han Zu out of the darkness. However, he was not as strong as Han Zu, so he could only use some protruding wooden boards and building debris to jam the iron chain to prevent himself from being pulled over so easily. Then he quickly called his companions for help.

Two more people pulled the chain, and with their help, Han Zu actually began to be unable to pull it. Han Zu was very sure that his strength was not weakened or restricted. It should be that this copy enhanced the attributes of others.

The remaining two people threw torches along the chain, and the torches hit the walls and the ground around Han Zu, illuminating Han Zu's position. The two men quickly fired at Han Zu with their revolvers. Han Zu, who was holding a spear, couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard in the chest and face by the bullets.

Although Han Zu was sure that he still could not be injured by them and the bullets did not cause any harm to him, he still staggered a few times and loosened the spear in his hand.

Han Zu could feel that this powerful impact could only be produced by a cannonball. The data in this copy must have been modified, so two revolvers were needed to repel Han Zu.

The man who was shot by the spear quickly pulled out the spear. His right hand was temporarily unusable, but the weapon he was holding was also a revolver, so it actually did not pose any obstacle to him.

"Kill this guy!"

The continuous firing from rifles and revolvers caused Han Zu's body to stagger and he fell out of the third-floor window and landed downstairs with a dull sound.

"Go and see if he's dead!"

The two men walked to the broken window and looked down, but it was very dark outside this side of the building and they couldn't see the exact location of Han Zu's body.

"It's too dark to see, torch!"

Taking the torch handed over by their companion, the two people at the window took another look and saw that Han Zu's body was indeed lying on his back downstairs, motionless.

"He's dead. Let's shoot him two more times and then continue our mission."

"Bang! Bang!"

He fired two more shots at Han Zu's head with the rifle in his hand. The two men at the window left the window and, carrying their companion with a wounded shoulder, headed towards the basement again. The footsteps soon disappeared at the stairs.

“Kala…Kala…”

Han Zu, who was on the first floor outside the building, suddenly sat up, stretched his neck, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"It will be easier if you don't die."

According to the location in his memory, Han Zu stood up, found the window closest to him, kicked the wooden board and the glass inside the window, and walked into the room again. Because he fell directly, Han Zu reached the basement much faster than the five people. After entering the basement, Han Zu walked down the stairs, stood in the shadow beside the stairs, pulled out the machete on his waist, and waited for the men.

“Squeak…”

After a while, there was some noise from the door above the basement stairs, and the door was opened, followed by cautious footsteps and the light of torches. In order not to be discovered in advance, Han Zu took two steps back and hid in the shadows again.

After the last person walked down the stairs and turned his back to Han Zu, Han Zu rushed out of the shadows, raised the machete in his hand, and chopped it down fiercely, splitting one person's head in half with one stroke. Without hesitation, Han Zu chopped fiercely before the remaining four people could react. The secret room had not been opened yet. In the small basement, they had no time to use the weapons in their hands before they were chopped into meat paste by Han Zu, who had turned into a meat grinder. Blood and meat paste covered Han Zu's body, making him look extremely hideous.

Han Zu wanted to try to absorb the blood on his body, but the effect was not ideal. These people seemed to have some problems with their bodies, which might be the influence of the copy. Perhaps the concentration of the Gift of Death was not enough, so he could not completely absorb them.

Now there were only two teams left. Knowing that he would not be shot, Han Zu left the basement, retrieved the spear that had fallen on the ground, went to the reception room, got some wooden boards and sundries, blocked the two entrances of the reception room, and then set them on fire. Soon, thick smoke quickly filled the entire reception room. Han Zu also entered the reception room through the window from the next room.

Under the cover of thick smoke, Han Zu used the machete in his hand to chop everything that moved in front of him. Shouts and gunshots came one after another, and it was very noisy, but under the cover of the thick smoke, neither side could see anything and could only attack randomly.

Han Zu was also hit by many bullets, but this time he had experience, so he did not fall out of the window again. He continued to wave the machete in his hand. As the shouting and gunshots gradually decreased, the enemies in the house seemed to have been killed.

"Bang!"

Kicking open a door that he had blocked, Han Zu put out the fire, opened the window to disperse the smoke, looked at the wreckage on the ground, counted the number of people and heads, and it seemed that two people were missing.

He peeked through the window and found two lucky guys who had climbed out of the window at some point and were now hanging on the decorations near the window sill, preparing to crawl into other rooms. Han Zu raised his spear, shot one of them, dragged him back to the window, and chopped off his head.

While reloading the spear, the other man wanted to jump down to a balcony and escape, but Han Zu's reloading speed was a little faster than his. While he was jumping in the air, the spear fired again, hitting his torso and changing his movement, causing his body to crash into the shattered wreckage of the building and piercing his waist, but due to the height difference, Han Zu did not see it, so when he used the crank to turn the winch, he accidentally only retracted half of his body.

"Now there is only one team left. We can finally use these explosives and grenades. Wait, I have a better idea..."

Han Zu could hear some footsteps coming over. They should be the last group of people who heard the sound of fighting. Han Zu took out two grenades, pulled the fuse and stuffed them into the half body. He then stuffed another explosive into it, then walked out through the window, fell to the first floor, and walked towards the basement.

"boom!"

The explosion turned the room into ruins and the collapsed debris buried the place. Han Zu thought that in the best case scenario, he should be able to kill a few more enemies. The leader would definitely not go in to check it out himself.

Coming to the basement, Han Zu took some animal traps, wrapped the grenades on the back of the traps with some wire, and then wrapped the pull ropes around the trigger iron plate in the middle. Anyone who tried to remove the traps or stepped on them would have their lower body blown off.

Holding these modified traps, Han Zu spent some time burying them at the gate of the manor to prevent anyone from escaping. The back door had been sealed by Han Zu, so there was no need to worry. Holding the remaining traps, Han Zu began to happily set traps again, temporarily avoiding the remaining enemies, leaving only a safe path leading to the lobby on the first floor. After checking the spear and machete, Han Zu sat on a pile of debris, smoking a cigarette, and slowly waiting.

"Snapped!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"boom!"

After a while, the sound of traps being triggered, screams and explosions came one after another, like a symphony, occasionally accompanied by curses and gunshots. Soon, the whole manor became quiet again.

"Could the leader have also been killed in the explosion? He doesn't look that stupid, does he?"

Just as Han Zu was about to go to the place where the sound disappeared, he heard footsteps on the stairs. Terry came down with his lever rifle. It seemed that he was not stupid. Not only was there no wound on his body, there was not even any blood. It seemed that he had discovered the trap a long time ago, but he did not stop his men. He was a ruthless guy.

"Without those rubbish, no one will know my real purpose, and no one will share the money. I have to thank you for this. Now you are the only one left."

"you.."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Han Zu was just about to talk to him, but Terry's gun was very fast and accurate. He fired three shots in a flash, all hitting Han Zu's head and knocking him down.

Just as Terry was about to go over and fire two more shots, Han Zu stood up as if nothing had happened, pulled out the machete from his waist and chopped at him, while at the same time he fired the spear with his other hand at Terry.

But Terry was obviously not so easily hit. He used the lever rifle to deflect the spear head, dodged Han Zu's machete, turned the lever rifle in his hand around, and swung it out like a baseball bat, hitting Han Zu's hand. The strange impact force knocked the spear out of Han Zu's hand, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

"Ha! You still have some tricks up your sleeve. I underestimated you."

Terry didn't say anything and started shooting again. A battle that could only be decided by life and death began without any foreplay.