Facing their crazy companions, these few people neither stopped nor joined in to help, but looked condescendingly at the people below like bystanders.
What's even more strange is that the player who massacred ordinary people didn't respond to the arrival of his companions. He seemed to be a little confused about who the person in front of him was, and attacked all living things he could see indiscriminately.
"The people from the East End are really going to kill us all" - this thought flashed through the minds of everyone who witnessed this scene. They didn't know what happened. They only knew that after an East End player started to massacre them, what happened next
Players in the Eastern District also have a tacit attitude.
The cleanup plan may be fake, and the East Enders may not have really wanted to kill them all before, but at this moment, everyone has a vague concept in their minds, that is, the East Enders will do this sooner or later, not today.
It will also be tomorrow.
However, hatred and revenge take time, and the breath of death is close to you now!
"Bang!" Suddenly a ray of light bounced from a distance and intercepted the sword swung by the player from the East District. A man wearing a mask flashed on the street, holding a small square object in his hand and raised it towards the player from the East District.
The props were immediately exchanged.
The masked man got the East End player's sword, and the latter got the former's small item.
The East District player's reaction was a little slow, and he lowered his head to look at the thing in his hand. The next second, his entire face was covered by the exploding props. Because he was not wearing a defensive mask, the irritating mucus exploded from the square object came into direct contact.
When it reached his skin, the man immediately covered his face and screamed, and quickly reached out to grab the thing on his face, but he didn't expect that this thing was particularly sticky, and his eyeballs were pulled out during the tearing!
This physically and mentally uncomfortable scene did not change much among the players present. However, the masked player was a little surprised. He probably did not expect that his method would work so easily. However, he did not waste time, but wanted to
Kill someone before other players do it.
"It's hopeless." One of the East End players with long hair spoke, and his words were addressed to several other companions.
The player standing on the same side as him nodded slightly and said, "The recording has been completed."
"No matter how useless the person is, he is from our East District. It is not the West District's turn to kill." As the long-haired player spoke, he fell from the roof. When he fell, the masked player who had already rushed to the target was
But it suddenly levitated like weightlessness and rushed high into the sky very quickly.
At the same time, several other players from the East District were divided into two groups, one group surrounded and killed the mask players, and the other group surrounded and killed their own people.
The effect exerted on the masked player disappeared as the long-haired player landed, but he had no chance to return to the ground and became a target in mid-air. While the two sides were going back and forth, the other two players had already been killed.
The long-haired player who was a crazy and murderous inspector came to his companions and cut off his head with a knife. Then, with a touch of his head, the crazy inspector's face changed.
"Disguising yourself as an inspector and massacring civilians, that's all you rebels can do!"
The long-haired player's voice covered a diameter of nearly two kilometers under the effect of the props, and was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
"You...shameless!" The masked player was furious. He kicked away the person who was holding him down with props, leaned over and rushed towards the long-haired player, "If you spit on someone, I'll kill you!"
The long-haired player stood still, but several figures exactly like him appeared on the street. It was unclear whether he was seeing hallucinations or his eyes were dazzled. However, the masked player had no chance to tell the difference because of these figures.
Their movements were uniform. They raised their hands and pressed their thumbs and index fingers on a tube made of silver metal. When the tube was closed up and down, several shock waves spread out in a pattern visible to the naked eye.
Neither the long-haired player nor his companions reacted to this. Instead, the masked player sandwiched between them knelt down in pain after being swept by the shock wave. He didn't know where it came from.
Blood dripped down the lower edge of the mask, and as the shock wave released by the tube became more and more intensive, others became more painful, and they could not even hold the props safely!
"Cut off his hand." The long-haired player told his companion.
However, just when the players in the East District were about to take action, the tube body suddenly lost its function. The moment the shock wave stopped, the masked player who woke up from the severe pain immediately used props to move himself hundreds of meters away.
Players in the East District have restricted space teleportation props, which is very inconvenient for dungeon players. Local players in the West District do not have much hindrance, but it is obvious that the masked players have no intention of leaving.
Running wildly under cover.
Of course, those players knew that their instruments had been interfered with, but they had no intention of letting the masked player go. One person was left to clean up the corpse of his companion, while the others followed closely.
Changfa had tampered with the masked player, so he could easily get the route and direction of his escape. However, they didn't expect that the props failed when they tracked them into a messy old house area.
"Not far away, search!" Changfa raised his hand, and his men immediately dispersed.
At this time, the mask player was actually far away from the players in the east area. When he escaped, he used props to check whether he was located. Although the effect of the props could not be directly removed, there was no problem in using up the props until they became invalid. When he arrived near the old house area, he felt that time
It's almost done. I used a substitute prop to help me run for a while.
He was going in another direction, but unexpectedly, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed when he passed through a certain door. Based on the conditions of the surrounding streets, he knew that he had run away for at least several miles - this was very strange.
Abnormally, because players from the East District are dispatched, they will definitely impose restrictions on the West District, and the space teleportation props will not be able to take effect if they are interfered with!
He didn't know what happened, but his instinct made him immediately open several layers of defensive props and put a bulky-looking helmet on his head.
The place he was in seemed to be a basement. After looking around for a week and seeing no one, he walked toward the stairs with a short knife in hand. Just as he climbed up and prepared to push up the floor, a voice sounded behind him:
"It's safe here."
"Ding!" The short knife in the masked player's hand flew directly in the direction of the sound, but it penetrated the opponent's body and stabbed on the wall. He looked at the person standing in the corner in shock, and he couldn't help but ask: "
