Watching a big black man kill Diamond J, the president of the Proud World Branch, in broad daylight, and this is the heavily guarded main city of Phoenix. It would be ridiculous if such a thing were to spread.
Young Master Long wiped some blood on his face, and there was actually a J of Diamond toe in his hand. He shuddered all over and put it away from a distance, as if he had seen a ghost.
"It's that bastard Death,"
Someone yelled, and everyone woke up. In a blink of an eye, they saw Ling Yun's figure there.
On the street, the players saw a big black man running towards the resurrection point like lightning.
"Why are you running so fast? Is his wife about to give birth?"
"Have you seen that lunatic? He's running around the streets with a red name. He must be tired of living."
"Hey, that's not right. That guy looks familiar."
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People started talking a lot, and then they realized a very subtle question: where did the famous name in Phoenix come from?
Immediately afterwards, a large group of players came up from behind with swords, guns and clubs, and they were all players who looked down upon the guilds in the world.
"Isn't it true that the branch must hold a running competition just after it is established to increase its popularity?" All the players stared at each other with big eyes.
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"Next door to Mala, God of Death, I'm going to kill you," Diamond J rushed out of the resurrection point angrily. He had lost all face today, especially in the days when the Morin Guild was established. This was undoubtedly the Scarlet Guild. Give them a hard slap on the face.
"Excuse me, are you calling me?" The violent firewood rifle was pointed at the bridge of his nose at some point, Ling Yun's face was full of teasing expression.
"I'm sorry..."
Puff, puff, sparks flew out, and countless bullets instantly smashed his head into pieces. Before Diamond J could finish speaking, he had already turned into a headless male corpse and fell down.
Diamond J is so angry. Now his level has dropped from level 28 to level 27. His pants and shoes have all exploded, and he is watching helplessly as Ling Yun picks up the equipment into his backpack.
When the four prostitutes, their younger brothers, Master Long and others arrived, there was only a half-naked male corpse left on the ground.
"Brother, I sympathize with your current mood. You just want to provoke that evil god because you can't provoke anyone. Now you will be late and suffer a lot," Mr. Long thought in his heart, but he couldn't say it out loud. In fact, he Seeing the tragic situation of the Jack of Diamonds, I broke out in cold sweat.
When Diamond J was resurrected from the resurrection point again, he quickly found a pair of white pants and changed into them. Unexpectedly, there were a few big words printed on the back of the pants: Advanced Bulletproof Pants.
"Next door to Mala, that bastard hasn't left the city yet. I'm calling all the brothers in the meeting to dig out that bastard for me even if it's three feet deep."
Ling Yun was lying on the rooftop of a building not far away. The AWM-PM scope was filled with the furious figure of Diamond J. The angrier he became, the more excited Ling Yun became.
"Oh...you're still angry at such an old age. Calm down, calm down," his finger gently pulled the trigger, "I'm going to let you down,"
Poof, two sparks flashed from the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and the two bullets roared away like flying fireballs one after the other.
Such a thing happened when the guild opened. It seemed that the security work was not in place. Diamond J couldn't suppress his anger at all and had to lose his temper against a group of subordinates.
Poof, there was a bullet hole in his temple; poof, a large ball of blood spurted out from his chest.
He died, he died again. Diamond J wanted to curse a few words, but his open mouth was full of blood and he couldn't spit out even a single word.
"That bastard is over there," Mr. Long pointed at Ling Yun with his big knife. "He is the president of the Blood Guild. He is full of top-notch equipment. As long as he kills that big devil, anyone can become a millionaire."
It was a very old-fashioned line, but it was very practical. Immediately, the arrogant gang members mixed with a group of blind players rushed towards Ling Yun.
"I feel bad when I see you," before leaving, Ling Yun threw a peanut to Mr. Long.
Mr. Long, this unlucky boy, was not alert at all. Ling Yun could kill the Jack of Diamonds instantly, and he could also kill anyone instantly.
When he, an unlucky child, fell in the crowd and watched helplessly as one of his gold-level helmets was snatched away by other players, he realized that he was actually a real fool. Just a stupid bird, a stupid bird.
A large group of players appeared on the roof where Ling Yun was. Not even a bird feather was visible, let alone a human being.
Several guys rushed to the roof, hurriedly picked up the HK-MP5 in their hands and scanned it randomly. The bullets left bullet holes in the wall without hitting a single hair. It was a waste of bullets.
Suddenly I felt a chill on my neck, and the Nepali saber flashed with cold light as I slashed across it, and my eyes changed direction involuntarily.
Ling Yun didn't run away just now, but rushed forward through invisibility. For rookie-level sharpshooters like them, in close combat, his strength was even more terrifying than that of a soldier.
The space on the roof is very narrow to begin with, and the consequences for those rookies when Ling Yun got close to them were not only to die, but also to die in an ugly way.
In less than 15 seconds, all five gunmen were missing.
As soon as they entered the corridor, the group of warrior players rushed up. It was not that they were afraid of death, but that the warrior profession was really lacking in agility.
"Surround him. This is the sixth floor. I don't believe that kid can grow wings and fly." Three shield knights raised their shields and pushed up.
Ling Yun hurriedly retreated. The profession he hated most was the heavily armored knight, which had high defense and high health, especially the shield. The solid iron bumps of bullets seemed to have no effect at all.
Facing so many warriors, Ling Yun had no choice but to retreat. He was not a master, but a sharpshooter was a sharpshooter. He could not use his own weaknesses to compete with others' strengths. That was something only a fool would do.
Their backs were already pressed against the wall, and the bodies of several warriors were flashing with light, which was a precursor to activating their charging skills.
"Haha, I won't play with you anymore, excuse me," he smashed the window next to him and flew out. There was a cable that had been prepared.
A high-explosive grenade was accurately thrown through the window in mid-air. "Boom," there was a loud noise, and the big clock on the clock tower was shaken and buzzed.
Bricks and stone debris flew everywhere, and the corpses of several soldiers jumped down along with Ling Yun.
He tightened the safety buckle, turned around in the air, and landed firmly on the ground.
Murderous intentions were everywhere around him, and phantoms appeared in the air. Four assassins surrounded Ling Yun and activated their skills to kill him at the same time.
This was organized and premeditated. They had obviously been lying in wait for a long time.