At this moment, a brand new Beetle stopped in the chaotic war zone as if it was unaware of everything in front of it. An Asian beauty with black hair and black eyes and a dyed golden hair but both Asians

A man dressed like a gangster got out of the car together.

"Why are you here?" the fat blond driver asked in a hoarse voice that was very inconsistent with his appearance.

The Asian beauty with big eyes under the curved eyebrows smiled and walked towards the fat blond driver, "I missed you, so I came." The beauty held her right hand with the fat driver's left hand, a faint blue light flashed, and the golden driver

The obese driver turned into a thin man with short brown hair and a hooked nose. The hooked-nosed man seemed to be moved by the beauty's words. He stepped forward and hugged the beauty into his arms. The two hugged and kissed as if no one was watching.

The blond gangster who seemed to have goosebumps aroused by his companion's disgusting behavior rubbed his arm vigorously, "When you get back, we can have a room and make out." He interrupted the two people making out impatiently, "Boss, we

Maybe we've run into some trouble." The blond gangster handed a videotape to the hook-nosed man.

"What is this?" The hook-nosed man, who was already used to his companion's reaction, still asked the beautiful woman in his arms, and the beautiful woman in his arms took the video tape.

"A talented man dismantled three T-750s with his bare hands in less than two minutes." The blond gangster continued to explain, "The side mission of assisting the Infiltrator Alpha Team to protect the tantalum metal has failed. Sister Anya and I will both be deducted 50%.

The world is complete."

The hook-nosed man's eyes narrowed, "Are you not injured?" He lowered his head and asked the beautiful woman in his arms. The beautiful woman shook her head slightly to indicate that she was not injured.

"Okay," the hook-nosed man, who knew he still had a mission, gently pushed the beauty away, "You and Noland will take our captives to location C and wait for me. I will go find you after completing the mission.

"Gently kissing the beautiful woman's forehead, the hook-nosed man continued: "Don't start depriving him of his bloodline yet. I'll see if I can force out information about the other player when I go back."

"Anderson, you have to be careful." The beautiful girl Anya once again held the hook-nosed man's left hand. After the blue light passed, the hook-nosed man once again transformed into the shape of a blond, fat driver.

The blond gangster Noland stuffed Wang Tan into the trunk like a dog, and then drove away quickly with Anya in the brand new Beetle. Anderson, who once again transformed into the fat blond driver, recovered the wreckage of the destroyed T-750

Then he drove the huge container truck and turned around and headed towards Pier 12.

When Wang Tan woke up from a coma, he found himself in a basement filled with clutter. Under the illumination of the only electric light in the basement, Wang Tan felt like he was sitting naked in a strange metal cauldron.

The turbid warm gray soup soaked into his neck, and Wang Tan could feel that his hands and feet soaked in the soup were restrained by some kind of metal shackles. He struggled to break free, but regretfully found that he

Most of his limbs are still suffering from the sequelae of toxin paralysis and cannot use any strength at all.

"Not killing me directly was your biggest mistake." Wang Tan sneered in his heart and prepared to activate his bloodline ability. There was also a set of armor equipped with powerful firepower in his inner world, which he believed would be enough to help him escape.

Here he is. But soon a look of fear spread across his face, and his bloodline ability that moved according to his thoughts could no longer be used. What was even more frightening was that he could not even open his own personal space.

"This is a D-level prop from the world of Pirates of the Caribbean, the Tokushima cannibal's sacrificial pot, rated 10 stars." A familiar hoarse voice from Wang Tan came from behind him. "With the specially prepared soup, everyone who enters this sacrificial pot

Players and plot characters of level D and below will lose all superhuman powers after one hour of processing. You have been in it for five hours, whether it is your player’s special ability or the system given to you.

Special abilities, even the power brought by your extraordinary physique, have been recognized as superhuman powers and sealed by the sacrificial pot.”….

A thin man with a hooked nose that Wang Tan had never seen before used a familiar hoarse voice to explain the functions of the sacrificial pot while pushing a stainless steel cart filled with various tools into Wang Tan's sight. He stopped the cart.

Steady, the hook-nosed man took out a syringe from the dazzling array of tools and sucked up a tube of red potion. He pushed the whole tube of red potion into the neck of Wang Tan, who was helpless. "This potion can make your

I feel like I can recover as soon as possible and become more sensitive. I am the player Anderson, and we can talk about it now." Anderson placed a chair in front of the sacrificial pot, and then pulled the cart full of tools within reach.

, said to the surprised Wang Tan with a sincere expression.

"I no longer have any props in my personal space, and you won't gain anything by killing me. But as long as you let me go, I can help you kill another player who is in the same camp as me. He has at least one thing on him

E-level equipment." Realizing that he had no ability to resist, Wang Tan betrayed Ye Kai without hesitation.

"Oh, how did you know?" Anderson looked at Wang Tan who betrayed his companion with interest.

"How do you know? I can't tell you my secret, but the E-class equipment is on that player and not in his personal space. That means if you kill him with my help, you may still get it.

I believe a piece of equipment or props can be enough to make up for the loss of letting me go." Wang Tan was very confident in the conditions he proposed, and he confidently prepared to start bargaining with Anderson.

Anderson looked at Wang Tan, who was full of confidence, with the eyes of an idiot. He reached out and took out a hand drill from the cart. He slowly installed the smallest drill bit. After starting the drill, the high-speed rotating drill bit scattered tiny particles under the white light of the electric light.

The cold light. Amidst Wang Tan's ear-piercing screams, Anderson slowly approached the lamb to be slaughtered in the sacrificial pot with an electric drill, "It seems that I need to teach you some rules first."

The bloody torture did not last long, and only the electric drill and scalpel on the table of tools were used. Anderson had obtained all the information he wanted to know, and injected a blue anesthetic into the neck of Wang Tan, who had collapsed.

Stop his hoarse and ugly wail.

Anderson subconsciously wiped his clean hands with a bloody towel, and thoughtfully left the basement and walked back to the first floor. This was a beachfront vacation villa in the Long Beach area of ​​Los Angeles. Anderson and his companions were captured by the camp.

The forces arranged to lurk here. Warm sunlight shone into the spacious living room, and the carved clock in the living room told Anderson that the time was now close to 8 o'clock in the morning.

"Morning," the beautiful girl Anya was preparing breakfast in the large kitchen, and greeted Anderson happily when she saw him walking into the living room. The golden retriever Noland was sitting boredly on the sofa, constantly changing the few TV screens.

channel, he heard Anya's greeting and turned around to see Anderson walking forward slowly.

"Boss, what's going on?" Noland threw away the brick-like remote control in his hand and curiously asked Anderson, who was sitting on the single sofa.

"The other player is called John, a red-haired white man, 220 centimeters tall, one-eyed or a possessor of special vision. His identity in this world is a police officer of the Los Angeles Police Department's Southern Division. You saw him using the camera in the videotape you brought back yesterday.

The revolver is highly rated as an E-level equipment. It may have the characteristic of ignoring defense, but as an E-level equipment that can be carried with you, it should not be able to penetrate your D-level shield. Judging its ability based on the video is the most troublesome.

Which type of body has a pure physical body with strong strength, speed, and at least one kind of mental attack ability. The guy below is called Wang Tan. This is the first time I met this guy named John. So I can learn from him

The information that was asked about him was not too much." Anderson took out the tray with the results of his torture and thinking, and finally said gently to Anya who served him breakfast: "But his bloodline ability is very good, E-level eatman primary bloodline evaluation

7 stars. If used properly, it can greatly enhance your self-protection ability, and the internal world that comes with it can also greatly enhance our continuous combat capabilities."….

"If so, why don't you try to fuse this bloodline?" Anya naturally sat on the armrest of the single sofa where Anderson was sitting, and gently massaged Anderson with her hands after a hard night.

"My Shadow Operator bloodline is already strong enough, and this aggressive bloodline does not suit my combat mode. On the contrary, this bloodline can greatly compensate for your witch doctor bloodline if you have enough defensive equipment.

Deficiency in defense." Anderson explained to Anya who was nestling next to him while destroying the delicious food.

"Okay, I'll start depriving that guy of his bloodline after you finish breakfast." Anya responded happily.

"Boss, what about me?" asked Noland, who had no one to serve him food and ran to the kitchen to help himself.

"Anya's ceremony takes three days, and it cannot be interrupted." Anderson, who had been hiding here for the past few days and put the plate on the coffee table after finishing the little food, answered.

"Then I'll start the ceremony now." Anya stood up and took out a piece of elven dry food Lambas that Ye Kai was very familiar with from her personal space, and gently bit off a little. This was enough for Anya to consume for three days. The remaining

After putting away the Rambas, Anya walked into the basement with light steps. The carts and chairs filled with torture instruments had been moved away.

Anya ignored the miserable condition of Wang Tan, who had had the skin on his cheeks peeled off, revealing his soup-soaked body covered with neat holes of blood and flesh. She placed her head down in front of the sacrificial pot, which was one meter tall and one meter wide on a three-legged base covered with strange hieroglyphs.

A straw mat was taken out from her personal space. Anya, who was sitting cross-legged on the straw mat, pressed her hands on the surface of the black sacrificial pot. As she murmured the indigenous sacrificial songs in her mouth, the hieroglyphs lit up one by one.

.A red flame automatically ignited under the sacrificial pot. Anya took back her hands on the sacrificial pot, which had begun to get hot, and continued to chant sacrificial songs repeatedly to keep the sacrificial pot running.

As the temperature rises, the soup in the god-sacrifice pot gradually increases and soon completely submerges Wang Tan in the pot. Through the soup that gradually becomes transparent as it heats up, you can see that Wang Tan in the pot has woken up in fear.

came, but his body was unable to struggle. Only the frightened eyes and slightly trembling lips proved that he was still alive after being submerged in the soup. According to Anderson, this ritual of boiling a living person would last for three days.

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