The muzzle was pressed against Wen Quan's left temple, and the other party's finger pressed the bottom fire striker.

Wen Quan glanced at his wife, looked up at the person outside the window, frowned and said, "This joke is not very good. Who asked you to spoof me?"

The figure suddenly spoke, a dry, old sound like a matte cloth scratching the glass, making the ambient sound users' scalp numb.

He spit out four words: "As gentle as jade."

"You...how do you know my ID?"

Wen Quan was stunned for a moment, and immediately widened his eyes, with bloodshot eyes.

He wanted to stand up, his voice became a little sharp and trembling.

But a ball of black air rushed over, like a palm, rushing through the glass window, pressing Wen Quan steadily on the chair.

"How do you know this name! Who are you? How do you know my ID!"

Wen Quan's voice trembled more obviously.

"No, what are you doing?" Wen Quan's wife's eyes were full of confusion.

The shadow outside the window had a faint light flashing in his eyes, and he pulled the trigger slowly.

"You are the first one."

Bang!

Blood splattered, and the shielding agreement on Dawn Street was completely invalid at this moment. The hot blood splattered on the cafe and splattered on the face of the woman opposite.

The picture seemed to be frozen until the screams broke the brief silence.

More users flocked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe, their eyes full of confusion, and messages began to pop up on the public channel.

[Username Hidden]: What's going on? Isn't it impossible to use weapons on Dawn Street?

[Level 8 Mad Bee·Lee Ming Yes]: Who created a plug-in? Isn’t Liming Street a forum? Can you still do it directly here? It’s interesting.

[Username Hidden]: I brag in the forum and then was shot and killed? Hahaha.

[Username not hidden·Daoming Death Intention]: It may be Weixing Company’s new promotional method.

[Old Moon·Flying Immortals from Outside the Sky]: A little weird.

…

News is rapidly flooding the screen, with apertures appearing on the streets, and more and more users are coming across the line.

In the cafe, Wen Quan's wife kept dialing the pass signal code connected to the port device. After more than a dozen times, she was a little panicked.

"I, I'll go offline and have a look!"

She said in a trembling voice and hurriedly pressed the logout button.

Half a minute later, a woman's scream came from a pretty good high-rise apartment.

A few minutes later, the harsh sirens echoing in the air broke the city's long-lasting tranquility.

In the dimly lit room of the high-rise apartment, the bloated woman collapsed at the door of the study. Her still beautiful pupils reflected the miserable appearance of the deceased.

Her husband Wen Quan sat on the ergonomic chair. Wen Quan wore the latest spinal connection port behind him, keeping his body in a comfortable somatosensory suit for many years.

But at this moment, Wen Quan tilted his head, his eyes widened, and there was a terrifying blood hole in his right temple, and blood mixed with brain plasma flowed downward.

despair.
Chapter completed!