Once again, the car, covered with a layer of sticky plasma, drove recklessly on the road, honking its horn from time to time to show its presence.
However, no player dared to come close.
All the players who were closer were running away. Even the killing player did not regard the car as prey, but turned around and ran away.
He no longer cared about prey or anything, he just thought about escaping.
A group of murderous players looked at each other while running away.
"There are so many of us, why don't we dare to compete head-on with them?" a player asked with a tone full of doubts.
There are thirty or forty people here, but the werewolf team seems to have only six people, right?
"Sometimes there are many people, but it doesn't mean anything." Another player said in a deep tone, looking straight at the road ahead.
"But there's no need to run when you hear the sound of a car..." Some players still don't understand.
It's like a mouse hearing a cat's voice.
Everyone's current actions can be described as frightening.
"They killed almost three hundred people." A player reminded silently.
"... Are these people actually murderers? Or serial killers? Today is the seventh day of the game. No one died in the first two days. In five days, 300 people... nearly 60 people were killed in one day?
"A player did the math and suddenly showed an expression of disbelief.
They haven't killed sixty people for so long, and killing two or three people a day is a very good achievement.
Even if the opponent is not a murderer in reality, this efficiency cannot be explained.
"They are different from us. They don't pick out single players, but focus on adventure groups with many people. Of course, people like us who act together are also within their target range." Some players ran out of breath.
Angry, but still stubbornly explained.
"If you don't want to kill the lone player? How about we spread out?" Some players suddenly felt that they had found a way.
"Where are you running now? Idiot, the car has caught up with me. They won't deliberately catch lone players, but they won't deliberately let go of the players they encounter. You will die faster by yourself." Some players said in a disdainful tone.
He said sarcastically, as if he was despising the previous person's IQ.
The sound of the car behind me became more and more obvious.
"Why do they have cars? This is too cheating-" Some players howled in pain.
People like them who run on two legs can only outrun a four-wheeled vehicle.
"Waiting to die? No, I want to resist!" A player said, stopped running, stood on the spot, turned around and raised his gun and pointed it behind him.
There was a gunshot and he fell down.
"Is there anyone who doesn't know that there are two snipers among the six of them? Idiots." Some players didn't look back, as if they had anticipated this situation, and started mocking them.
"There are two more rocket launchers. Once fired, we will all die." A player said with a chuckle.
"They must be playing a version that has been hacked and cracked...It's completely different from what we are playing! Why are there professional sniper players! What's going on with the rocket launchers carried in the vehicle!"
Players who were heartbroken due to differential treatment screamed in pain.
"So some people speculate that those six people are not simple in reality. They may be American soldiers or mercenaries..." The man with a lot of gossip continued to explain.
"Why do you know so much gossip?" a player questioned.
This man told them many various speculations and explained them several times.
"Well, actually, I am still an information dealer. Occasionally I will sell some information to others in exchange for some supplies. I should be famous in the game, right? My name is Congmu." The man said with a tired expression.
"Gongme! That information dealer with the best life restricted area? It is said that the information is very accurate, and his clients are all kinds of large adventure groups..." A player who had obviously heard of Gongme's name sounded surprised.
"No, no, no, as long as we can provide supplies, I will accept cooperation, not just with adventure groups." Gongmei waved his hand and explained.
"But I'm not planning to run away. I don't think those six will take action against us." He suddenly ran towards the side of the road, opened a door and rushed in.
Other players also followed this information dealer who was said to be extremely tenacious and had many ways to save his life.
One after another they hid in the house.
But they were still afraid that a rocket launcher would suddenly fly towards the house where they were hiding.
The figure of the car covered with blood quickly drove past the door of the house where they were hiding, leaving only a piece of black smoke.
After they could no longer hear the movement of the car, other players walked out of the houses on both sides.
"Look at the World Channel, someone has spoken." A player reminded loudly.
So the players present opened the chat channel one after another.
【World Channel Speech】
Kaneki Ken (Werewolf Team): Does not kill red names, only kills lawful players.
"This means... we don't need to run away when we meet werewolves in the future?" A player asked the question cautiously.
Looking around, among the players, there are all red names.
It's just that the red colors are different, some are darker and some are lighter.
But it shows that they all have lives on their hands.
"It is estimated that many lawful players will be forced to start killing people now." One player said thoughtfully.
If you don't kill, you will be targeted and hunted.
Facing the pursuit of other murderous players, most lawful players can still escape.
But facing the pursuit of the werewolf team...
Just by saying they have a car, there is no way to avoid it in terms of speed.
If you run away, you will be quickly caught up.
As long as you kill one person and become a red name, this problem can be solved.
In the eyes of this group of murderous players, it is simply not a good deal.
"That intelligence dealer over there, how do you know they won't take action against us?" someone shouted to the man on the other side.
He has light blond hair and light gray eyes, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has a gentle and elegant smile, and does not have a strong aura even though he is wearing a military-style uniform.
"I thought this was an obvious thing, but since everyone wants to know the reason, I'll tell you."
"The reason is simple. If they want to attack us, we are already dead."
"They have snipers, and everyone saw the idiot who turned around and wanted to shoot them was shot to death. If they wanted to, they could kill us as easily as they killed each other."
"But they didn't do that. I can only come to the conclusion that they are not interested in us." Tan Shou, the gentle intelligence dealer, said.
"In that case, let's follow up and take a look." A player pointed at other red dots moving forward on the map and said.
"Go and see if the one in front is the red name." He said.