Ni Shen and other team members pushed Spade to the side of the game pool. Although the group walked in a loose and casual manner, passers-by still avoided them and dodged in panic.

"Look at the situation now!" Nishen accused Spade, "Isn't this all your fault? Playing a game in the pool is so fierce!"

Hei Tao glanced at him lightly with her eyelids raised: "If they are not afraid of me, they will also be afraid of someone else who will bring victory. It has nothing to do with what I have done. They are simply afraid that they will not get this victory."

"If these people's fear is a key to victory, then let them be afraid." Spade turned his head and said indifferently.

——The implication is that victory will ultimately belong to him. His tone is truly arrogant and confident.

Nishen was speechless after being rebuked.

Although Spade seems to have zero emotional intelligence, he sometimes thinks very clearly and sharply, which makes him want to make a fuss about these things sometimes, and he can't suppress Spade.

"Okay, pick three games at random." Nishen rubbed his forehead helplessly. He really had no way to deal with Spades. "——Let us see the effect of your individual training during this period, and let you test the results of our group training during this period."

"...If we have the ability to restrain you." Nishen took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You should prepare to return to the team. It's time to start serious league training."

Spade nodded, he pulled out a long black whip, and swung it, hitting a distorted poster swimming in the pool.

The entire Killer Sequence team disappeared on the spot.

the other end.

Mu Sicheng crouched down and climbed onto the roof of the Killer Sequence Guild, his sharp claws digging into the wall. The question mark-shaped tail of the capuchin monkey was faintly visible behind him, hanging on any protruding decorations and furnishings.

He was also wearing a chameleon-like coat, which changed color as the environment changed - this was an extraordinary item that Bai Liu obtained in the game pool and gave to Mu Sicheng when it was distributed.

This was indeed an extremely correct allocation, allowing Mu Sicheng to smoothly and effortlessly enter the process of infiltrating the killer sequence.

After several extremely gorgeous color changes and several safe and sound aerial wanderings, Mu Sicheng landed safely in a corridor next to the top floor of the Killer Sequence Guild.

Mu Sicheng casually shook off the dust fragments stuck on his nails, and the tail behind him retracted into his body like a retracted wire. His red pupils looked around and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

——What the hell is this big guild doing? They don’t even have any anti-theft measures in their base? Aren’t they just waiting for someone to come and rob their house?

But if Mu Ke, who is familiar with the history of the rise of various guilds, is here, he will definitely be able to explain to Mu Sicheng why the guild building of the Killer sequence is so empty and unguarded.

As a new guild that emerged last year thanks to Spade Alien, Killer Sequence is very likely to grow and develop on the strength of last year's momentum and secure its position as the number one guild - this is a natural thing and something that all guild leaders would want to do.

But in the Killer Sequence, there is no president - because Spade doesn't want to be the president.

Therefore, this guild developed in a rather barbaric state. Most of its members were high-potential newcomers who behaved peculiarly, had certain abilities, had personal admiration for Spade, and did not want to be constrained by a large guild.

Although there is a building, the members of the Killer Sequence are in a free state, and the Schrödinger duality of the members is gathered in this Killer Sequence building.

When playing in the league, they need a guild as a registration condition, and at that time they are substitutes for the guild team.

If they don't play in the league, then they are just individual players.

These new generation members of the Killer Sequence Guild are very influenced by Spade. They all think that they were born to win the league, and each of them feels that they are a ruthless league shark!

This situation of fighting alone did not improve until Nishen was recruited - he made this group of problem children realize that only five children, not players, could be the killers in the league.

Before you become a killer, you have to do something else for the development of the guild.

——That's right, Nishen, the mid-career tactician who was poached, was given the title of "Guild President" by Spade without any hesitation. Not only did he have to worry about the team's training and managing undisciplined team members, he also had to worry about all the major and minor developments of the guild.

It can be said that one tactician is doing the work of eight envoys, working overtime all the time, and Spades still doesn't pay him.

Under these circumstances, the guild's security was the last thing on Nishen's mind - he was working overtime both inside and outside the game, and was almost dying.

Although the security of the killer sequence is poor, under the catalysis of the spade, a spiritual symbol of triumphalism, everyone here is a fighting maniac who will not let go once they bite. The stronger the opponent, the more excited they are.

Guilds with a clear mind will not start the killer sequence.

Mu Sicheng carefully looked around and confirmed that there were not many people left in the building, so he quickly took further action and broke through deeper into the building.

According to the general practice of the guild, there are usually two places to store high-level items - one is the personal warehouse of the guild's dedicated warehouse keeper's system panel.

The warehouse keeper not only keeps the props, but is also responsible for testing and maintaining the props in the weekly game. Because he keeps a large number of high-level rare props on him all year round, he is considered a mobile treasury. He and the weapon modification engineer are the two most confidential positions in the guild.

By the way, the top warehouse maintainers in the game are from Golden Dawn, and this does not refer to a specific individual, but to all members of this guild.

I don't know what this guild does, but everyone in it seems to be highly trained as former police warehouse managers, and is particularly good at keeping, guarding and storing dangerous items.

Many guilds, such as the King's Guild, the Kabbalah Life Guild, and even Charles' Gamblers Club, have spied on the Golden Dawn's warehouse reserve warehouse - not necessarily to steal the opponent's props, but knowing what props the opponent has is also an important part of the league intelligence.

But no matter what tricks these guilds used, they all came to no avail. They can be said to be the natural enemy guilds of thieves and thieves.

Moreover, Golden Dawn seems to have recently reorganized the guild's anti-theft structure under the instructions of a new member, Armand, who joined the guild.

A few days ago, a spy from the King's Guild was captured in one dimension within minutes. It is no exaggeration to describe the current warehouse structure of Golden Dawn as solid as a rock.

Mu Sicheng frowned as he walked into the killer sequence - he felt that the warehouse structure here was inexplicably similar to the information about the warehouse structure of Golden Dawn that Wang Shun had shown him before.

Behind him, a translucent rotating barrier that separated the space slowly turned.

[System prompt: A player has triggered the warehouse trap item you set up! ]

When Nishen just entered the game, a prompt popped up on his system panel. A team member asked him what happened. Nishen smiled and explained, "Nothing. Someone triggered the warehouse protection item I reserved."

The team members were dumbfounded: "Someone actually dared to come to the Killer Sequence to steal things!"

"I remember that our warehouse had no protection?"

"No one can watch over the warehouse. Our guild doesn't even have a warehouse manager. Nishen, what protective item did you leave behind?"

Nishen was overwhelmed by the noise and had to loudly appease the curious team members. He sighed helplessly: "——Our guild really has no way to allocate manpower to protect a warehouse, so I had to use the simplest and most effective warehouse protection method."

The team members were curious and went over to ask: "——What can we do?"

"I contacted the president of Golden Dawn, and then offered a sum of money and a prophecy, and successfully outsourced the protection of our warehouse to him." Nishen smiled warmly, "The props I set up can send the guests directly to the Golden Dawn's warehouse."

Team members: "..."

...Ni Shen, you actually single-handedly hooked up with the strongest warehouse keeper...

Nishen sighed sadly and shook his head: "I originally wanted to outsource even the training, but the Deer Hunter Guild, which trains team members the best and most strictly, does not accept outsourcing of team training, eh..."

"But if I do it myself, you guys don't really listen to me as a tactician..."

Team members: "..."

…The Deer Hunters believe in Spartan training!! Their players are crying every day!! They don’t even have time to poop or drink water! It’s so miserable! You can tell they are getting kidney stones at such a young age!

A team member who was usually not very obedient swallowed stiffly and said, "Just come, we will listen to you..."

Nishen looked at him with a smile: "Really?"

All the team members nodded frantically.

Mu Sicheng felt something was wrong as he walked further and further, so he stopped in time, looked around at the architectural style here, and sniffed carefully - he could smell a lot of strange and mixed smells on both sides of the bright and spacious corridor, and the smell of people suddenly became complex and changeable, mixed with a vague cold smell of metal doors.

——This was very similar to the smell he had smelled at the headquarters of the Heretic Administration.

While Mu Sicheng was sniffing, a blue-green butterfly with gold edges was resting steadily on the window to his left, flapping its wings slowly.

Mu Sicheng turned his head away, frowned and snorted, and whispered to himself: "——There is also a little...the breath of flowing air..."

“——It’s the smell of the wind.”

The butterfly flapped its wings rapidly, and a strong wind swept through the narrow corridor. A blurry figure was wrapped in the strong wind and merged into it, attacking towards Mu Sicheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The opponent took advantage of the wind pressure and speed, stepped on the walls around him and moved, and hit Mu Sicheng hard as if with divine help.

Mu Sicheng crossed his arms and took the blow head on. Not willing to be outdone, he fought back with his claws, raised his hands and turned around to grab the man's face and pin him to the ground.

The opponent took a deep breath and raised his foot to kick him, but Mu Sicheng blocked it with his right claw and leaned forward to sweep away the opponent's lower body.

In this kind of wind, anyone who can't keep steady will be a loser.

He jumped lightly, floated up in the air, and stuck to the wall. His breathing became lighter, almost blending into the wind. He couldn't notice that a butterfly landed on his shoulder, its wings still flapping.

Mu Sicheng smelled his breath, the faster wind, and the scent of butterfly scales powder.

The wind suddenly became stronger, so thick that it was almost invisible.

Mu Sicheng's chest was pressed down by the huge pressure brought by the wind and it was difficult for him to move up and down. He had no choice but to let go and step back. His monkey claws dug into the wall and firmly attached to the metal wall.

The wind gradually died away.

Mu Sicheng jumped down. The person opposite him was standing on a messy ground. His neat short brown hair was messed up and flashed a strange light under the white light.

Armand looked at Mu Sicheng straight in the eye: "I never thought we could compete again in a place like this, Mu Sicheng."

"It doesn't seem quite accurate to use the word 'comparison' to describe a match of equal strength, right?" Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows, tossed the glittering golden wing hair ornament in his hand, spun it around on his fingers, and laughed disdainfully, "--If this were in a competition, what I would grab off would be your head, not the hair ornament on your head?"

"Really?" Armand remained unmoved. He stared at Mu Sicheng calmly, "--You said the same thing to me after you stole my recorder when we fought for the first time."

"——Past memories don't just bring pain to people." Armand's eyes moved to the hair accessory, "There's also experience."

Mu Sicheng was stunned. He suddenly realized something and wanted to throw away the hair accessory in his hand, but it was too late.

The wing-shaped hair accessory on his hand exploded with a "bang" and turned into a pair of wire mesh handcuffs that tightly wrapped around his hands, wrists and upper arms, making it impossible to escape at all.

Armand looked up at him and said, "You hate web restraints and handcuffs the most, so I summarized them and gave them to you as a meeting gift."

"Long time no see, Mu Sicheng."

——————

Mu Ke led Du Sanying, who had done his homework, to the playground.

Du Sanying's situation was better than Mu Ke had expected. Not only did he accept these things quickly, but he had also played the game more than 52 times - he already met the requirements to register for the league.

So after consulting Du Sanying and confirming that he agreed to participate in the league, Mu Ke helped Du Sanying arrange the league registration period, and according to Bai Liu's instructions, he brought Du Sanying to the game pool for practice.

Du Sanying looked at the posters swimming around in the pool with fear, and looked at Mu Ke timidly: "... Which one should I choose?"

"It doesn't matter which one you choose." Mu Ke explained patiently, "My basic stats are enough to handle most of the games in the game pool, and you are a player with full luck, so the game you choose won't be too harmful to you."

Du Sanying was still very uneasy after being a "lucky guy" for many years. He cried and said, "...but I am the only lucky one...people around me are generally unlucky."

"I know." Mu Ke politely kept a certain distance from Du Sanying and showed him his panel. "I will keep a certain distance from you to protect you and minimize the impact on myself."

Mu Ke consoled him with a smile: "Although I may not look very noticeable, that's because I'm an assassin by profession. I'm not that weak, don't worry."

Du Sanying hesitated for a long time, but finally stepped forward and chose a game, and Mu Ke jumped in.

After entering, the first thing that jumped into my ears was a huge, continuous burst of assault gunfire, sweeping the ground non-stop. All the monsters around were killed, and mixed with the corpses of some players who died with their eyes open. They fell to the ground in a bloody mess. The boundaries between the bodies of humans and monsters could not be distinguished. It was a very brutal scene.

Du Sanying and his men were all stunned.

"This game has already reached the final stage." Mu Ke was very calm in the face of this scene, and comforted Du Sanying, "It's okay, you are really lucky. The other players who came in with you have already cleared the monsters in the dungeon."

Mu Ke's gaze moved to the faces of the players whose bodies were shot beyond recognition. He narrowed his eyes, but for fear of scaring Du Sanying he did not say the second half of his sentence - other players had also been wiped out.

Looks like there's a pretty dangerous guy in this game.

Du Sanying was so scared that tears came out of his eyes and he bit his hand: "...But this is too fast, right? I just came in..."

"There are players like this." Mu Ke said calmly, "This game is no longer worth playing, I'm ready to quit..."

A burst of high-frequency gunfire accompanied by a joyful "whoosh" swept indiscriminately from a distance. Mu Ke reacted very quickly and took out the prop armor to protect himself, protecting Du Sanying under himself, and listening intently in the direction of the gunfire.

Du Sanying was so frightened that he wanted to crawl out from under the armor: "Don't come near me! Something bad will happen!"

The unusual sound of bullets hitting the prop armor quickly attracted the attention of the sharp shooter, but before Mu Ke evacuated, the shooter fell from the sky sitting on a huge spring and pressed towards the prop armor where Mu Ke and the others were hiding.

Mu Ke quickly dragged Du Sanying and rolled out from under the armor. He knelt on one knee, took out the dagger, looked up at the person who came, and was stunned.

He had seen many players with strange costumes, but the player in front of him was still the type that could make people stunned when they saw him in a life-and-death situation.

The player sat on a giant colorful spring that was more than three meters high and about one meter in diameter, with his legs crossed and his feet dangling. He was holding a dark green sniper rifle that was about half a meter long. The upper half of his face was a small ugly paper mask that was painted very distortedly, like a low-scoring color pencil homework in a child's art class.

The lower half of the face was a pair of overly large red lips painted on the skin, which together with the paper mask on top formed a perfunctory-looking ugly makeup.

It was obvious that his red lips were smeared casually with his thumb using someone's blood. A strong smell of blood and some blood scabs formed at the corners of his mouth. As he smiled, blood residues were still falling down.

The exaggerated green bell-bottom pants and dark green sniper rifle were covered with blood, dirty fragments and some white brain matter.

He sat on the spring with his chin in his hand, tilting his head to look down at Mu Ke's face. The arc at the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger, and his apple-green eyes leaked out from the paper.

"I remember your beautiful face." He spoke in English with a Spanish accent. His tone was strangely bloody and elegant. The long tail tone that the upper nobles usually used made him look a little lazy. "--Because I saw it when I was kneeling on the ground."

“So it left a deep impression on me, and I will never forget it.”

He raised the sniper rifle in his left hand, but halfway through, he seemed to suddenly remember something, jumped up on one foot, and stepped unsteadily on the edge of the spring - just like an acrobat stepping on a ball, with one hand in front of him and the other behind him, overlapping and bending down at the waist.

This is another very aristocratic etiquette, which is incompatible with his current ridiculous performance and appearance.

"My father taught me that before killing an opponent, I should introduce myself." He bowed, his tone polite and respectful, "Out of respect for the opponent, we should allow them to know who killed him."

He smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "My name is Daniel, Bai Liu's most beloved godson."

Daniel raised his sniper rifle and pointed it at Mu Ke. His smile became more violent and he said nonchalantly, "As for your name, it doesn't matter."

"——You are trash who is unworthy of him. Trash doesn't need a name."

"Bang--!!"

————————

In the huge swimming pool, Bai Liu, who had taken care of all matters, brought Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda to the poolside.

There was no player around the pool.

Liu Jiayi understood immediately: "A team from a big guild just joined the pool, and the number of players in this guild's pool is not full, so other players don't dare to come over."

She turned to look at Bai Liu, her eyes falling on his hand which was tightly wrapped with a bandage to stop the bleeding: "How about we take shelter as well?"

"When did I ever teach you to avoid the edge before the league starts?" The woman's reserved and elegant voice interrupted Liu Jiayi's thoughts. The sound of cork high heels was rhythmic and pleasant. She walked over and said, "Before the game, what you need to do is to suppress the edge of others."

Hong Tao was wearing a bright blue satin dress with double hanging necklines, and long off-white gloves that reached past her elbows. Her hair was tied into a neat and exquisite bun on top of her head, and she had a pair of ten-centimeter-long raindrop-shaped turquoise earrings dangling from her neck.

It has a classic and pleasant style.

Liu Jiayi stood in front of Bai Liu and said, "My Queen, long time no see."

There was also a whole team following behind Hong Tao, and it was obvious that the team was in a state of collective training, but this time there was a person beside her who was unfamiliar to Liu Jiayi.

This is an exotic girl wearing a small black and white nun's uniform, estimated to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes. A pure white hood covers her wavy golden hair. She holds a cross tightly in her hands, representing a prayer to God. The green of her eyes is more innocent and pure than the floating waves, with a hint of blue.

Liu Jiayi only needed to take a glance at the girl to know that Hong Tao was dressed up today to accompany the new member.

——This new member is like a girl who walked out of a classical painting.

Hongtao raised her hand and brushed away the girl's hair in front of her forehead. "She is your replacement. [Sister], go, Phoebe, say hello to your predecessor and wish her God's blessing in the game."

Phoebe walked to a distance of about one meter from Liu Jiayi. She seemed not afraid of Liu Jiayi, the famous little witch. She bent her knees slightly and raised the sides of her nun's uniform to salute with dignity. She had a style that was nurtured by a family, and her voice was beautiful and sweet, like honey.

"May God bless you."

Phoebe stood up and looked at Liu Jiayi expectantly: "You have a brother too, right?"

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips and glanced at Hong Tao, then replied, "I do have one."

"I also have a brother. Although we don't have the same mother, we have the same father. Is this the same as your situation?" Phoebe smiled like an angel. "He abandoned me and my family just like your brother."

"But I don't blame him, I forgive him, God forgives everything."

Liu Jiayi stopped talking. She stared at Phoebe alertly and silently, with invisible thorns standing up on her body.

Phoebe ignored Liu Jiayi's hostility. She seemed unable to control her emotions. She stepped forward and suddenly held Liu Jiayi's hands and placed them on her heart, looking at her with her beautiful, ocean-like blue-green eyes, full of love and kindness.

"We are so similar, maybe we should be blood relatives, brothers, sisters, or something else. I have always dreamed of being friends with you!" Phoebe smiled, her smile was sincere and happy, "You are my favorite player."

Her eyes sparkled. “I will win the game and bring you the happiness God has given you.”

Liu Jiayi pulled her hand away in astonishment and stepped back. Bai Liu stood in front of her and looked up at Hong Tao.

Hong Tao nodded and smiled: "Phoebe has always liked Jiayi. She is actually better than Jiayi, but she volunteered to be Jiayi's substitute just to make friends with Jiayi."

"But unfortunately, before this friendship could blossom." Hong Tao cast a meaningful look at Liu Jiayi, "the child she liked ran away."

"Really?" Bai Liu was unmoved. "Then why didn't you use Phoebe before?"

"Because I'm not stable enough, my brother is still alive, and sometimes he does some annoying and embarrassing things that will affect my emotions and affect my performance." Phoebe sighed in distress, crossed her hands and prayed devoutly, "God bless, I wish he would die sooner."

When such an innocent girl said such words full of hope, it obviously had a great impact on people - for example, Qi Yifang, who was standing behind Hong Tao, covered his mouth and cried after hearing it.

This is not the teammate he wants. He looks so white and keeps saying "God bless you" every day, but when you get deeper, he is so black that even his teammates are betrayed... wuwuwu.

When Hong Tao took Phoebe away for training, Phoebe turned around and waved goodbye to Liu Jiayi reluctantly, with tears in her eyes:

"Goodbye little witch, I hope God will let me dream of you tonight."

Liu Jiayi silently covered her arm which was covered with goose bumps.

"Oh, by the way, if you see my brother, I hope you can help me kill him." Phoebe said nonchalantly, as if she was asking someone to help her deal with a disobedient pet cat that scratched her. "His name is Daniel, he's a fool and likes to act like a prankster."

After Hong Tao left, Bai Liu pressed Liu Jiayi's head and said, "Hong Tao is here to disturb your emotions. Don't worry about it until we know the specific information about this [Nun]. Let's enter the game first."

Liu Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, and selected the game to log in.

[System prompt: Welcome to the game "Jungle Town"]

[This was once a tropical frontier town where a war was taking place. There were dense rain of gunfire, dirty swamps and small lakes everywhere. The jungle was full of dangerous beasts, flies and mutilated corpses, and you were a soldier responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and clearing the corpses.]

[A points-based game. The more corpses a player clears, the more points he or she gets. The player with the highest points within seven days wins the game.]

Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu and said, "This is a points-based game, which is different from puzzle-based games. Generally, there is no fixed main plot, only background information. To win the game, you mainly rely on two aspects. One is to accumulate points and get judgments, and the other is to prevent others from earning points."

Liu Jiayi looked around for a while, inspected the environment and made a judgment: "The tropical environment has a lot of rain and wind, rich animal and plant species, and relatively complex terrain. We must pay attention to the interference of these factors."

As she spoke, she handed Bai Liu a bottle of antidote.

Bai Liu drank calmly, and the color on his face recovered a lot: "But this game shouldn't be difficult. There are no players or monsters attacking us yet - let's quickly scan it and leave."

Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi nodded.

"If we want to appear on the battlefield, we must first disguise ourselves." Bai Liu looked around, "We need three sets of disguise clothes..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a burst of gunfire.

This is a war-themed game, and gunfire is likely to mean that there is conflict nearby.

Bai Liu, Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda quickly found a plant cover to cover themselves, fell to the ground, rubbed some mud on their faces, held their breath, closed their eyes and pretended to be corpses.

Amid the dense gunfire, the roars of several people could be heard, echoing through the mountains and forests:

"Spades, don't run! You said you were going to lose!"

"You said you would punish yourself three times! You can't go back on your word, Spades! Put down the body in your hand!"

"Spade, stop it! Your teammates are all surrounding you outside!"

"Spades, you are such a jerk! You actually stole your teammate's body just to win!"

A man in dark green uniform trousers was moving quickly in the woods. When he passed Bai Liu, he hesitated for a moment, which was rare. He lowered his head and looked closely at Bai Liu, as if to confirm whether Bai Liu was the body he could pick up.

But before he could be sure, the people behind him caught up with him, roaring:

"Put down Grandpa's body!!"

In this moment without any hesitation, Hei Tao grabbed Bai Liu without hesitation, carried her on his back and ran away, swinging his whip and hitting her without even looking back.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, followed by a man's shrill scream.

"——You actually beat up your teammates!"

Hei Tao ignored him and continued running forward with the two corpses in his arms. Bai Liu, who was carried on his shoulders, slowly opened his eyes.