Two Hundred and Fourteenth, the Second Type of B-Level Bullets

Night Charm Bar, eight o'clock in the evening.

A hovering car that flew here from the vicinity of the TV center building slowly fell down.

It is worth mentioning that just 30 minutes ago, a murder occurred on the 237th floor of the TV Center Building.

A star war reporter who risked his life hundreds of times to enter the area controlled by the rebels to film some battlefield scenes and was radically opposed to the war was found dead alone in the waiting room.

The method of death was similar to that of Kazuo Aoki who died at the same time last night. It was suspected that his throat was cut by a special saber, and the blow was fatal!

In addition, an information chip was left beside the corpse.

Inside is a picture of the battlefield reporter secretly meeting with several high-level rebels every time he entered the area controlled by the rebels.

However, this information chip was confiscated by the high-level personnel of the Dongsang City Security Bureau who came later, and ordered to block all news.

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Feng Luo, disguised as a fashionable npc youth, walked briskly into this retro bar that was still not very crowded.

Compared with the last time's splicing process, this time it was much simpler. He was led directly by the waiter to Jingzi's original tea making room.

"Mr. Kazama, please sit down!"

Opening the wooden sliding door, putting on clogs and walking in, the scene that caught his eyes was a bit unexpected to Feng Luo.

In the room, Jingzi, who was still kneeling on the floor, was dressed completely differently from last night.

What she was wearing today was not a snow-white sakura kimono, but black with dark red unknown petals, some of which were similar to ninja and some were similar to samurai costumes.

At the same time, on the floor in front of her, there was a samurai sword with a sheath about one meter long.

The long black hair that had been scattered like a waterfall had been pulled high into a ponytail, and he nodded to Feng Luo with a serious face.

If it is said that the eyeball last night was a cup of tea as fresh as water.

What stood in front of Feng Luo today was a knife.

A hand still unsheathed,

It was already a murderous knife.

By the way, Kazama?

Well, this is Feng Luo's current disguised npc identity, an ordinary employee of a gun shop.

"Mr. Kazama, please wait a moment, the rest of the people should be here soon."

Jingzi half-kneeled on the floor and said lightly.

"By the way, this thing. It was given to you by the assessment team as a reward for what you said last night."

After Jingzi finished speaking, she reached out to move the sheath of the samurai sword in front of her lower body, and hit a small silver box on the floor beside her.

Then the box, which looked like a special metal, moved a certain distance on the floor and landed precisely beside Feng Luo.

"award?"

Reaching out to pick up the box, Feng Luo's eyes flashed a lot of interest.

As for the "report" that came out of nowhere yesterday, he didn't have much expectation in his heart.

After all, it is reasonable to say that the game company will not punish such "tyrant" players who easily spend tens of millions, but they did not expect it today.

His points rose from third place to first place directly after completing the hidden mission!

And now, because today they did three assessment tasks again.

His points have reached more than 1900, which is more than 800 points higher than the second person.

However, even though he had almost secured the number one position, Feng Luo was not ready to relax.

Because he intuitively felt that this kind of points should not only be used for ranking, but also be related to the final reward of the mission.

And for him, earning points is definitely much faster than other players.

Because just as he thought, the hundreds of pictures on the screen that he had memorized in five minutes before were indeed mission objectives.

Although not all assassination targets, they are also important people or important places in each mission.

You know, although the system releases more than a dozen or twenty missions a day, this kind of competitive mission is released to all competing players. It can be said that there are more wolves and less meat!

In addition, except for the first emergency mission, the release of information for the rest of the missions has not been completed in one step.

The information given on the agent's watch at the beginning of most missions is only vague, and then the next information will be sent after a period of time to narrow the scope of the mission target.

This must use each player to narrow down the scope of the target in their own way, and then try to complete the task before someone else finds the target.

In this way, Feng Luo, remembering the picture on the screen, naturally took a great advantage.

The war reporter just now, because he had noticed from the staff information of the TV center that it matched the portrait of a person in hundreds of pictures in his memory, was one step ahead of all competing players and scored 125 points.

In addition to the hundreds of pictures, the tens of thousands of words implying the hidden tasks of each competing player are also useful.

If it wasn't for tonight, and he also had a hidden mission, he should be "squatting" at another joint location of the hidden mission at this time.

In that case, he is likely to be a "client" of the Hound.

Because he had noticed before that among the players who had hidden mission connection time tonight, two players were originally ranked first and second!

That is, the second of the five most important customers of the hound!

Feng Luo felt that the hound should be aware of the existence of hidden missions, and although he didn't know why people didn't participate in large numbers, ordinary players didn't have to do it, and it was impossible for players who wanted to compete for places to give up hidden missions as well.

Especially now that their points have been deducted by half and they are far behind.

"It's a pity!"

Feng Luo shook his head.

Although he had locked the identities of some of the Hound players by virtue of several mission confrontations and reconnaissance beetles, there were still some people hiding in the dark.

Among the five people who spent a lot of money to buy job transfer places, he only knew scouts and wind masters.

In addition, the three people who were originally ranked in the top three have been hiding in the dark and acted very carefully.

After all, it is still difficult to find other competing players when they have camouflage potions on their bodies.

Therefore, today he originally wanted to squat two of the other three, but he could only come here first after receiving his own hidden mission.

"However, it should be said that the gains outweigh the losses!"

Feng Luo looked at the contents of the opened box in his hand.

[Micro-tracking bullet zz-2 (b-level special bullet)]

"Attack power +10%, can be fired with firearms or agent watches, after hitting the human body, the ultra-miniature tracker inside will enter the body, and can be tracked by the hummingbird system. Duration: 24 hours (the effect after the player dies disappear immediately)."

In the silver box with fingerprints and dna locks, there are five 12.7mm pistol bullets with complex structures inside, which look translucent.

B-grade bullets!

This was the second b-grade bullet that Feng Luo had obtained, and compared to impact bullets, the effects of these five bullets were undoubtedly more special.

Moreover, according to Feng Luo's detailed introduction, the micro-tracker in this bullet would normally not be found by biochips and spy watches.

Tracking, this special function, at the right time, can definitely have extremely unexpected effects! (To be continued.)