"I named it after Earth culture, Z-Drug. After taking it, you will become... You need an injection every half hour, otherwise it will feel like it's fallen into Manifen's mouth."
Manifen is one of the players present. She is voluptuous, ugly, and has only 1 point of charm. Her true form is a monster.
Its mouth, throat, and stomach are all filled with dagger-like teeth. Once eaten, it's like a potato falling into a KFC fries cutting machine.
"This ship will also continuously produce small drones for everyone to use and for searching targets."
"Why not hack into the national system and launch a nuclear missile directly? All you need to do is kill the target," the behemoth asked.
Everyone was looking at the modifier.
"There's something I forgot to tell you all, I'm sorry," the modifier said apologetically, "If the target is detected, all weapons will be disabled."
silence.
The witch asked in a deep voice, "So the reason you don't use nuclear weapons is because you're worried about arousing suspicion from your target, which could lead to your elimination by the game?"
"I have already reached the Heavenly Rank. The success or failure of the mission is irrelevant. Staying alive is the most important thing."
laugh!
With a thud, the modifier's head rolled onto the conference table, spurting blood. The Crimson Demon Emperor brandished his lightsaber, which hummed loudly.
"It feels good."
“Definitely.” The head, submerged in blood, revealed a proud expression. “Although I haven’t touched these low-grade toys for many years, I’ve never given up my craft. My original intention, my original intention is the most important.”
The doctor ignored them and said to the group, "Remember, our mission is to hold off the players. We can't directly attack the target; let the natives do it."
The head spoke again: "Living, living is the first priority, there is no civilization without people..."
laugh!
His head was split in two.
No one knows where the modifier's original body is; after the first split operation, all that appeared were these fake bodies.
"Enough with the chit-chat..."
Before the doctor could finish speaking, Hong Ge interrupted, "You think you're so great! You're so arrogant!"
Hongge took off his helmet and said, "The modder imitated my voice."
The doctor continued, "...This is the intelligence I've gathered about the target. This girl is extremely germaphobic. The restaurants she frequents provide her with special tables, chairs, and utensils, and even her food is monitored. She absolutely avoids physical contact with men, and rarely interacts with women..."
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Tokyo, Japan.
Kujo Miki arrived safely.
After being on the plane for twelve hours, Jingliu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Kujo Miki didn't even inform her mother about which route she would take. As a result, when she arrived at her own territory, no one came to pick her up at the airport.
"Contact my mother and have her send someone over," Kujo Miki ordered. Her gaze was even more dangerous and unrestrained once she arrived.
"yes."
While waiting, the two rested in the VIP room, where she had her private room.
A female server brought over a light meal, smiling sweetly as she said, "Please enjoy your meal, Miss."
She took a knife from under her plate.
laugh!
Blood dripped down, staining Kujo Miki's pants.
"Who sent you?" Kujo Miki asked, her face grim.
Shizuru gripped the knife in her left hand and grabbed the waiter's slender neck with her right.
The waiter opened his mouth, but before he could breathe, his eyes rolled back, and he died.
"Poison?" Shizuru examined the hand briefly, then quickly bandaged her left hand with a napkin. "Miss, we can't stay here any longer!"
"Let's go to the lobby. I want to see if they dare to kill someone in public."
Shizuru used his shoulder to push open the heavy, soundproof door.
"Da da da da da da da da da!"
A barrage of fierce, frenzied gunfire rained down on the two men.
The airport, which was perfectly normal just moments before, is now littered with corpses, and rioters armed with submachine guns are carrying out a wanton massacre.
The two hurriedly retreated to the VIP room, when a volley of bullets swept in, sending sparks flying from the door.
In the hall, the witch strolled leisurely, while a colossal creature leaped over corpses beside her as if playing hopscotch.
"Continue to suppress the Black Mist King and his group with firepower. I'm going to kill the target." The two walked towards the VIP room.
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