Forces of Temptation

Relying on the help of props, Brother Lao smoked a cigarette, held a matchbox in his other hand, and asked the elite man leisurely, "Shall we do it now?"

Although full of confidence, out of caution, the elite man put one hand on the delicate gold wire side of the half-rim glasses, and said with a smile: "Don't worry. Let me take a look first."

【exist?look at the future? 】.

S-level props, the shape is a pair of flat mirrors.

The function is to compress what will happen in the next 3 minutes, and play it at the lowest speed of one time and the highest speed of six times.

The elite man clicked on six times the speed.

The fast-forward clip quickly passed over the glasses man's lens.

In the next 3 minutes, they deliberately made a little noise.

Jiang Fang became alert instantly, and whispered to Li Yinhang, "Let's go."

According to normal logic, they would naturally choose to leave from the opposite direction of the sound.

opportunity!

With a wave of his hand, Brother Lao lit the match on the kerosene just like every time before, and borrowed the fire coquettishly to light a cigarette for himself.

He bit the filter, grabbed the space left behind when the two turned around and wanted to escape, and took two quick steps forward, the detonated match flew out of his hand.

[Explosive Matches], a box of portable hand cannons made in the shape of matches.

The use process is consistent with ordinary matches.

The effect is enough to cremate a person on the spot.

go to hell!

However, what flew out at the same time as the detonated match was his arm.

Because of the falling arm, the deflagration match deviated from the course and hit the wall.

boom--

With the scorching flames licking the ceiling as the background, Brother Lao's body was split in all directions in front of the elite man's eyes, and was sliced ​​obliquely into several pieces.

Among the torn corpses, the elite man saw the filter sticking on Lao Ge's slightly parted lips, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Those eyes were like hollow glass balls, reflecting the lights that criss-crossed in the corridor and stretched across the air like steel cables.

If it wasn't for the splash of blood, the elite man wouldn't even be able to discover the existence of the net of death.

The light is extremely sharp, and the silky smoothness of dividing limbs is basically equal to cutting butter.

--trap! !

The warm blood seemed to splash directly onto his glasses, which made the man with glasses subconsciously lean back, his head hit the wall, and made a dull sound.

thump--

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the corridor.

The elite man's confident face was as ugly as if he had been punched in the face.

Brother Lao turned his head and looked at him in surprise and reproach.

Make a noise, why not say hello?

Although surprised, he quickly and silently pulled out the match, ready to strike.

The elite man held Brother Lao's hand, and the back of his hand turned pale together with his face.

Wait, don't move!

...don't move...

Li Yinhang looked towards the place where the sound came from, and asked, "What's going on?"

Jiang Fang let out a muffled laugh: "Is there a mouse?"

Li Yinhang was a little vigilant, he grasped the dagger in his hand: "Shall we go?"

"No. When he comes back later, he won't find us."

Jiang Fang narrowed his eyes, and asked straightforwardly, "Or, are you afraid of mice?"

Four mice cats around the corner: "..."

Brother Lao frowned unhappily, and looked at the elite man: Do you want to do this little brat?

The elite man supported his eyes and nose pads which were stained with sweat.

His hands were shaking a little.

"...wait a while. I'll take a look."

If the sneak attack fails, what about a strong attack?

Four against two, no matter what...

Before the elite male general could finish conceiving the attack plan, fresh blood splashed on his glasses again.

In the future that chooses to attack.

He watched helplessly as the little man rushing to the front just threw out the flaming match in his hand, only to be caught by Jiang Fang who rushed towards them alone. He strangled the little man by the neck, fed the match into his mouth, then jumped behind him and kicked him into the side room.

Accompanied by the sound of a broken spine, the little man had a match stuck in his throat and knocked his head against the door panel.

In the next second, a burning and screaming figure cast a hideous silhouette on one side of the wall.

Brother Lao's little follower roared angrily and took out the ultra-low temperature nitrogen gun, trying to spray it at Jiangfang.

However, as soon as he pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun was kicked into an upward shooting angle.

A thick layer of frost hung from the ceiling.

The rough gas from the nostrils of the little follower and the jet of nitrogen sounded together. The frenzied heartbeat and the blood that gathered to the heart at a high speed in a short period of time made him feel the pain in his wrist a few seconds later.

Jiang Fang turned his backhand a few times, snatched the gun back into his hand, pulled the trigger, and commented warmly: "...be more decisive next time."

After all, the gun has been taken into Jiang Fang's hands.

He stuffed the thin muzzle of the gun that can freeze people to death into the mouth of the little follower, and suddenly started it.

hum-

The sudden drop in blood temperature caused the little follower to go into shock.

In just a few seconds, two brothers were killed in a row. Lao Ge's eyes were covered with blood, and he gritted his teeth.

But that silver figure was already too close to them, and if they tried to use it again by detonating the match, the power would affect their side.

As soon as Brother Lao changed his hand into a razor shape, Jiang Fang took out the half box of matches that he had snatched from the palm of the little man at some point, and pushed the body of the box away from the box with his fingertips, letting the matches clatter and fall. all over the place.

He took two steps forward and let the match draw dark gray marks on the wall.

The deflagration sound of chirping sounded.

...Accompanied by Jiang Fang's playful sound of flicking his tongue.

Holding a sparkling match in his hand, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth, he accelerated his feet and rushed towards Brother Lao.

Brother Lao's pupils shrank immediately, and he immediately gave up the offensive: "Fuck! Crazy!! Get back!"

The range of influence of flame burning starts at least three meters.

Who the hell wants to die with a madman?

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fang only feigned a shot,

When the burning time of the match reached the critical point of deflagration, he flicked it off and blew it out.

Seeing that the match that was about to explode was blown out by him, the elite man's face turned blue.

...This fucking is okay?

This is their own prop, throwing one is missing, they are not willing to experiment with this thing, and they never think that something with this level of lethality can be blown out.

Does this little boy have similar props?

Otherwise, the first time he used it, he would dare to take such a risk?

Is he not afraid of death?

When the elite man was in shock, brother Lao, who was forced to turn around and run away by the flaming match in his hand, had already been grabbed by the hair by Jiang Fang, and he stabbed him neatly at his Adam's apple.

He rubbed his neck that was bleeding and whispered gracefully, "Goodbye."

As a bystander, the elite man couldn't do anything in the illusion, and he didn't have time to do anything.

As soon as he realized it, Jiang Fang had already come to him.

His S-level ability is his suit.

It can automatically create a protective shield that is theoretically impenetrable.

But this shield cannot be moved.

When playing with teammates, elite men in suits and leather shoes, who seem to be unable to act, are the best bait.

He is responsible for attracting fire.

But now, when all his teammates are dead, Elite Man is now the safest island.

Jiang Fang only took two extra glances at him, and didn't even waste a single S-level item on him. He could see his predicament from the elite man's trembling legs.

He stepped back, leaned against the elite man, and looked at him with a smile.

His gaze seemed to be looking at a mouse that had trapped itself in a rice bowl.

The cold sweat of the elite man seemed to flow back and block into the pores, making the trembling muscles and bones tingle unbearably.

Lao Ge's voice reached his ears: "Hello!"

The elite man shrank his throat and subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice.

Lao Ge was looking at him in surprise.

In the "psychic communicator", there are still four people breathing smoothly.

... none of this has happened yet.

At the other end of the corridor, it was still abnormally calm.

The elite man was sweating like a waterfall, and stamped his forehead with a handkerchief while shaking his hands.

He still has the afterimage of blood in front of his eyes, and three teammates who died with regret.

Regardless of a strong attack or a surprise attack, whatever the future, what greets them is death.

He gritted his teeth decisively: "Go!"

Brother Lao and the other two looked at the elite man with puzzled expressions.

But after noticing the bad face of the elite man, Brother Lao made a decisive decision and waved his hand to the other two young men: "Get out!"

Out of a little uneasiness, the elite male made a mistake and turned on the switch of prediction again.

This time, because he was too flustered, he forgot to adjust the double speed.

Through the glasses, he saw the four of them turn their heads.

In reality, the little man also happened to turn his head away.

Then, as if he heard something, he quickly turned his head away.

A thin playing card was nailed to his neck.

7 of Hearts.

A line of blood slowly slid down his throat.

At first, the elite man thought it was an illusion in the lens.

And when he realized what that really meant, he got goosebumps all over his body.

……

After a few minutes.

Jiang Fang was opposite the elite man's useless protective shield other than tormenting his spirit. He leaned back against the wall and looked at the elite man who was shivering and sweating through his back.

His silver hair was splashed with blood.

With the tip of his tongue, he tipped the cigarette that he brought in from Brother Lao, tasted the tobacco, and praised: "The smoke is not bad."

The spirit of the elite man, who thought he was invulnerable to swords and guns, was tossed to the point of collapse after being stimulated three times in a row.

He murmured: "Forgive me...forgive me..."

Jiang Fang, who was interrupted by a group of people's surprise attack and the progress bar of the conversation with Nan Zhou, was actually in a bad mood.

But the more he was in a bad mood, the brighter the smile on his face.

This is a professional habit he developed in the casino.

Jiang Fang gathered more than a dozen playing cards at his fingertips together: "Well, let me try."

When the elite man relaxed a little, Jiang Fang walked outside his protective cover, knocked on the "door", and wiped away the playing cards.

Under the light and shadow of the corridor, the K&M scar on his neck was exposed like a malevolent totem.

Facing the gray-faced elite man, Jiang Fang said in a coaxing tone, "Choose one. Which one do you like?"

……

In the corridor not far away, other people were surrounded by Nan Zhou alone, and they were chased alive into rabbits who lost their souls.

After successfully wringing the neck of No.13 who was alone, Nanzhou carried him to the edge of the corridor to prevent other escaped players from accidentally kicking the corpse.

He got up from the squatting position, swept the dust on his knees, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the head of a little angel head that was bumped by a panicked player.

Nan Zhou conveniently helped the bronze sculpture to straighten its little head.

Just as he was about to get up, Nan Zhou suddenly raised his hand to hold his lower abdomen.

"Um--"

The familiar feeling of heat and burnout returned.

Gritting his teeth tremblingly, he lifted the hem of his shirt.

The lewd lines returned to bright red, and a dirty blood lotus bloomed scorchingly on his sweaty belly.

The skin there, because it was stained with a thin layer of liquid, felt extremely tight after drying.

go back……

I want to go back to Brother Fang...

When he barely held the wall with his hand, he suddenly heard a cold and strange laugh.

At one end of the corridor, a young girl stepped out gracefully.

It would have been a pretty stellar debut if it wasn't for the open wound on her face and the smudged blood on the side.

Su Meiying's smile revealed an impatient ferocity: "Finally it's over?"

Wei Chenghua, who blocked the Nanzhou from the other side, was already as tall as a giant tower.He looked down at Nan Zhou who was two ends shorter than him: "It's much slower than we expected."

Su Meiying: "As long as the result is good, won't our layout be wasted?"

As she said that, she looked at the corpse in the corner with feigned pity: "If you call them to form a team, they will really form a team, a bunch of idiots."

Nan Zhou's fingers on the wall slowly retracted.

He wanted to concentrate, but his beautiful back muscles shook twice, and his body softened.

The succubi happened too quickly.

The butterfly bones were like fragile butterfly wings, rising and falling with his uncomfortable breathing.

too tired……