Glass shattered, countless dust particles danced in the light, and breathing was heavy.

"Hiss~" The king cobra lowered its body and slithered out the window.

The Lord's gaze turned to Aferona and Phoebe: "Go, let me see your strength."

"Yes!" Aferona said with a stern face.

I have been betrayed in the presence of the 'Lord'!

He just received a reward, and then his subordinates betrayed him? Incompetent!

She glanced at Phoebe, Don, Gaino, and Cote, her gaze devoid of the weakness and pity of a mistress.

"Let's go." She said coldly, her voice chilling.

Gray Mist, wielding a scythe, stared at the four like a grim reaper, a vengeful ghost escorting prisoners into battle.

Phoebe swallowed hard, Don felt a chill run down his spine, and Gaino and Kote held each other tightly, squeezing each other's hands.

Following the king cobra, the five people left the hotel.

The 'Lord' also got up and walked outside. As he passed Renato's bloodstains, he picked up his identity card.

"What a pity," Yang Qinglan said.

"Hmm." He examined the unremarkable identity card.

The king cobra was too ruthless; a perfectly good test subject was gone just like that.

fine--

Li Changzhou put away his ID card and continued walking.

There are many more outside.

It wasn't the superpowered battle you might imagine; gunfire, sparks, and stray bullets filled the air.

Calvino and Heard remained hidden in the shadows, neither going to the front lines nor meeting in person, communicating only by phone.

“Renato has failed,” Calvino said in a deep voice.

"It's irrelevant," Hed said dismissively. "It's just a matter of a few more people dying. We must kill that bitch Aferona tonight!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Hed didn't care how many died, as long as there was an initiation ceremony, he was willing to add as many loyal followers as he could.

Calvino's torment was far less severe than the other's.

Rhoda hid in the alley, breathing heavily.

He was a member of the Mafia and had only started practicing shooting a month ago; today was his first real-world experience.

Hearing the sound of his teammate's Browning pistol, he quickly leaned out, fired two shots, and then hurriedly retreated.

The enemy was the Camorra of Naples, but he had no idea where they were or how many there were.

We're out of bullets.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, as his hands trembled as he reloaded the magazine.

"Calm down, calm down, Rhoda! You'll be alright!" he whispered to himself as he changed his ammunition.

Gripping his pistol tightly, he decided that this time he would make sure he could see the target clearly before firing!

Each bullet has a special marking. If you get hit by a bullet, you get 10,000 euros; if you kill someone, you get 100,000 euros!

Roda slowly poked his head out. Before him was a small square. Between the black and white paving stones, unknown trees were in full bloom. Bullets whizzed by, and the flowers fell like rain.

The lights were dim; even the muzzle flashes of bullets were brighter than the lights.

Rhoda's gaze slowly swept across the area, trying to find the enemy.

"Hiss~"

The trembling of my hands, the beating of my heart, froze and stopped.

Rhoda looked down at his feet, and a thick, long shadow slowly rose from behind him, enveloping him.

The moment he tried to turn his head, his vision sank into darkness, and all light, color, and sound went out completely.

Large amounts of bright red blood splattered, raining down on every corner around them, staining the petals that had been flung by bullets, making the night even more alluring.

The battle lasted only five minutes. The enemy outnumbered them and hid very well, but against the King Cobra's highest-resolution thermal imaging, the difficulty was equivalent to playing hide-and-seek in a classroom.

Several players were also instantly reduced to health balloons by its 12-point speed, 11-point strength, and unexpected sneak attack.

Aferona's gray mist was like a butcher walking into a chicken coop with a scythe in hand; the sickle would slice through, leaving limbs and entrails scattered everywhere.

Any ordinary person with a gun (including some players) is like corn on a corn stalk in front of the gray fog; they can be picked however they want.

There were casualties as well.

Kote and Tang are dead.

Phoebe and Geno survived only because they had no fighting ability and were not forced to fight by Aferona.

Aferona lost six of her gray mists.

"erda!"

Heard cursed under his breath as he retreated under the cover of his men.

He never imagined that so many people and so many guns couldn't kill Aferona!

The player is strong, but when faced with a large number of guns, unless they have a skill like a telekinetic shield, they can only obediently tuck their buttocks in and run away like a dog.

If you fail to dodge even once, you'll either be seriously injured or die.

He knew that Aferona's Gray Mist minions were immune to bullets, but he also knew that Aferona herself was no different from an ordinary person!

He failed, and now all he can do is run away. His instinct is that of someone who was just like an ordinary person during the initiation ceremony.

"Herd." Two figures suddenly emerged from the alley ahead and blocked their path.

Heard's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes narrowed.

“Calvino.” He looked at the other man and licked his dry lips.

"There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Calvino was physically robust, but his gaze was as sharp as a thin man's.

“Of course, but how about we leave from here first?” Herd’s expression was calm, his gaze steady and composed.

His subordinates silently walked up to him and shielded him.

Calvino's gaze swept over these people.

"ah!

A scream that seemed to tear one's throat apart.

The men collapsed instantly, the veins near their temples bulging like earthworms, their fingers scratching their necks, leaving bloody marks.

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