The players who were hiding in panic in the spaceship the previous second were running around in a hurry, and the next second all the monsters disappeared out of thin air right under their noses.
The mechanized floor beneath her feet opened and closed, and the legs of the player who had escaped death went limp. Before she could even let out the breath she was holding, she was killed by a move from the man who suddenly appeared behind her.
The round object rolled several meters on the ground and disappeared into the dark corner of the corridor.
Having adapted to the dim light, they became invisible killing machines, reaping a head the instant they raised their hands and swung their knives.
Sizzle…
There was a jerky sound of electric current coming from the ceiling above, and the flickering incandescent light was so dazzling that the entire spacecraft seemed to be covered by a bar and disco.
Greed and the long-suppressed murderous intent became the stimulant.
There was a small chaotic scene ahead, with gunfire and bullets flying everywhere.
It was a crossroads with many roads leading in all directions. In the middle of the road, a small package of supplies was placed. Inside the transparent glass box were steamed buns that looked delicious, and next to them were four unopened bottles of purified water.
Many people stared with their eyes wide open, swallowing their saliva continuously.
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The teams ambushing at two opposing intersections refused to give way to each other and attacked with all the force they had available weapons.
Bullets are not infinite, and they will eventually run out.
When the moral measure of cooperation and solidarity was erased, the cold and sharp weapon was aimed directly at its fellow brothers, with a triumphant smile on the corner of its mouth.
The first short man who dropped his gun rolled his eyes cunningly, and with the cover and help of his teammates behind him, he rolled safely to the supplies.
Before he could curl his lips in triumph, a pair of giant axes fell from the sky and smashed straight from the top of his head to the floor.
The bloodstained glass box rolled to the ground and was stepped on by a pair of high-top black leather boots.
The glass box was picked up by slender fingers. The man was wearing a white coat. His incongruous cleanliness and indifference made the players look at him in different ways.
But since the food is in his hands, their goals are the same in the short term.
The two sides looked at each other, raised their weapons and rushed towards the man.
Liu Lan raised her eyelids and glanced at the crowd rushing towards her. Her lips, hidden under the medical mask, curled up with a hint of sarcasm in her smile.
Thinking that the Tyrant needed him to activate it personally, Liu Lan frowned slightly impatiently.
The gunpowder on the glass box in his hand stained his palm red. He threw it away in disgust and watched them kill each other for a while with cold eyes.
Finally, Liu Lan felt bored and turned around and slowly left the place of trouble.
The man who was slashing people turned his head to look at Liu Lan's departing back, but just as he came to his senses, his neck was cut directly.
Zhang Kuo, with bloodshot eyes, swung the indestructible giant axe in his hand, his bulging muscles formed into blocks, and his arrogant smile was piercing: "The things can only be mine! Mine!"
As he waved his hand, blood splattered on the tattered and holey iron walls on both sides.
"Fuck you! You're crazy!!"
"I'm done with this! It's not worth it to sacrifice my life for a few supplies!"
The players on the same train with Zhang Kuo were also frightened by his brutal killing. Before they could rejoice that they were on the same train with him, they were hit by the sudden attack of the sharp axe.
Covering her ripped belly, the woman never expected Zhang Kuo to be so cruel and ruthless that he would not even let go of those in their own camp.
The players around were either dead, injured, or running away.
The man standing in the blood was covered in red, with the light above his head flickering. His dark face splattered with blood looked like a ghost in the flickering light and shadow, hideous and terrifying.
His burning gaze fell on the glass box soaked in blood at his feet. He bent down to brush off the scattered pieces of meat stuck on it and took it in his hands to play with it.
The bottom of the glass box was broken into several small pieces due to the violent fall, and blood was dripping all over the bottom, staining the snow-white steamed buns red.
The blood-stained steamed bun, Zhang Kuo opened his mouth wide to reveal his scarlet gums.
The woman endured the pain and secretly fed herself a repair potion.
Her luck was not very good and her points were used up recently to buy protective items.
The repair potion was of the lowest grade, with nearly half a bottle of impurities deposited at the bottom of the bottle.
But she was really desperate and she didn't want to die here.
While the murderer was not paying attention to her, the woman gritted her teeth and dragged her unconscious lower body, crawling on the ground bit by bit.
"Where are you going?" A hoarse voice sounded in her ears, which was undoubtedly the whisper of Satan in her ears.
Zhang Kuo came to her side at some point and looked down at her with a look of contempt, as if he was looking at a dying ant. He was overestimating his own abilities.
"Don't, don't kill me!" The woman was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She cried with snot and tears. "We are on the same train. Killing me won't do you any good."
"Letting you go will do me no good." Zhang Kuo grinned, raised the axe soaked in blood, let go of the woman's hand when she screamed, and watched her die tragically under the knife.
He smiled happily, squatting in the corridor littered with corpses and swallowing the blood-stained bread in big mouthfuls.
The blood stains at the corners of his mouth were licked clean by his rough tongue, and Zhang Kuo ate the food with relish, laughing as he ate.
He really enjoyed the pleasure of controlling human lives in the infinite flow game, which was something he could not experience as a security guard in real life.
So what if they are in the same car and the same camp?
If Zhang Kuo wanted their lives, they had to come to him with their heads.
Suddenly, in addition to the sound of the man chewing voraciously, there was also a sound of heavy breathing in the air.
Zhang Kuo rubbed his sore wrist, and just as he stood up and turned around, he saw a figure standing with his back to him in the depths of the corridor.
He has killed so many people, so he is not afraid of ghosts coming back to life.
At this moment, he just thought it was someone's prank and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Damn it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong warm air flow sprayed on the back of Zhang Kuo's neck. The expression on his face stiffened instantly, and the hand hanging by his side silently clenched the giant axe.
After counting to three in his mind, he turned around suddenly and swung the axe at the same time.
"Bang!"
The sharp blade pierced the rough skin and hot blood spurted onto Zhang Kuo's face.
Before he could curl his lips, the top of his head was suddenly licked by a tongue.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto his head. Zhang Kuo looked up in a daze, and the silhouette of a huge monster was reflected in his dark pupils - a snail head grew out of the torn mouth, and its tentacles, which gradually became thinner, were topped with two large lanterns, reaching a height that reached the ceiling, causing Zhang Kuo's heart to tremble.
He never thought he would be so insignificant in front of it.
The wounds on his flesh caused by the huge axe healed automatically under Zhang Kuo's astonished and terrified gaze. He took a few steps back with a pale face, turned around with trembling calves and tried to run, but the figure walking behind him reached out and pierced his chest.
The blood-covered arm passed through his chest, stirring it a few times in confusion and cruelty, and finally grasped Zhang Kuo's heart.
The intense pain made Zhang Kuo let out a scream that was shrill and terrifying.
With a puff, the burly man with a bloody hole in his chest fell to the ground.
The hot heart beat in Liu Lan's palm, making a final resistance.
Liu Lan coldly withdrew his gaze, and when he looked at the tyrant in front of him who was as obedient as a dog, his eyes softened for a moment: "Open your mouth."
The tyrant listened to him very well. He opened his mouth, took the heart he threw to him, and swallowed it into his stomach.
The heavy hind paws followed Liu Lan and stomped heavily on the ground, causing the surrounding floor to shake.
Huge footprints were imprinted on the floor. The tyrant felt the restraint and connection of the blood in his body and was unnaturally well-behaved.
The old man in front of the surveillance camera stroked his beard, and after seeing Liu Lan's actions, he shook his head helplessly: "He still hasn't taken a fancy to any of them. If he continues like this, the tyrant will become a glutton sooner or later... Strange, my right eye keeps twitching recently... I hope everything goes well."
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