Chapter 827 Hijacking

The witch's mood was sinking like the Titanic, sinking...

It is difficult to deal with the God of the North Wind alone. That woman can summon missiles, artillery, heavy machine guns, machine guns and other modern firearms out of thin air.

And some near-future, terrifyingly powerful individual weapons.

If you deal with it, it will inevitably cause huge disturbances and attract those ubiquitous deformed creatures.

And that Balalaika is the strongest person in the entire GRU parapsychology department.

In the Sky Arena and Realm Corridor, everyone in the Syndicate discussed the opponents they encountered, and the witch still remembered Taihao's evaluation of Balalaika.

"That woman? Well, she is quite powerful. Although I defeated her in a duel, neither of us took action seriously, and her real strength is definitely more than the eighteenth. If any of you - except for losing control Besides, if you encounter her alone, it’s best to run away quickly or call for help from others..."

As the chief disciple of the Syndicate, Taihao rarely gives such high praise to outsiders, and witches and others have a particularly profound impact on him.

Click.

The sound of magazine loading came from behind.

Balalaika's eyes were half-lidded, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He held a Stechkin APS fully automatic pistol in both hands, with the muzzle pointed at the witch's back.

Obviously, the automatic pistol was mediocre in the spiritual detection. It did not have any extraordinary power fluctuations and did not trigger any early warning of any protective equipment.

But the alarm bells rang loudly in the witch's heart, and the hairs on her body stood on end, and she felt like she was being targeted by a carnivorous predator.

will die.

If you get hit by that gun, you will die.

"..."

The witch's movements froze in place, and the faintly glowing pendant on her wrist gradually dimmed.

She slowly raised her hands to show that she was not hostile. At the same time, she looked at the God of the North Wind in the distance and said expressionlessly: "I have an automatic triggering warning device on me.

If there is a fatal threat and I lose my freedom, independence, and clear will, I will be forcibly awakened in an instant and I will automatically surrender and exit the game.

So no matter what you want to do, you can't threaten me. At worst, I will quit immediately. "

"Really, then why don't you quit directly?"

Balalaika grinned and let go of the APS - the jet-black fully automatic pistol did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, and the muzzle continued to point at the witch, "Don't worry, if we wanted to kill you, we would have done it just now. "

The witch's face darkened, and she said with a serious expression, "Then what do you want?"

Balalaika glanced at the God of the North Wind in the distance. The latter put away the sci-fi style near-future sniper rifle in his hand, stepped lightly on the broken stone steps, glided down to the witch, and used The flashlight shone on the belt at the witch's waist.

The countdowns on the three belts are exactly the same.

"Is it really the same..."

Balalaika groaned and took a drag on the cigarette. The light from the cigarette butt pulsed with her breath, becoming bright and dark.

The witch subconsciously asked: "What?"

"time."

Balalaika pointed to his belt and said calmly: "This thing is indeed a life-saving prop to protect players from creatures in the script world. It is also a speed limiter for killing games to promote players to fight each other."

Seemingly noticing the expression on the witch's face, Balalaika said slowly in a magnetic and lazy voice: "The creatures in the script world I'm talking about are not the ones you see with human heads, donkeys and horses, but something stronger. .

Compared with those things, human heads, donkeys and horses can only be regarded as a colony of unintelligent and weak ants..."

Balalaika chuckled, looked down at the witch with a gloomy expression, and said casually: "You should be trying to contact other people in the Syndicate now, right?

Sorry, these layers of the building can absorb most forms of free energy.

Short-range communication is okay;

For long-distance communication, it is impossible to connect at all.

We've already tried this.

So don't think about asking your companions to rescue you.

in addition...."

Balalaika looked at the witch who was a head shorter than herself and smiled: "You don't have to worry about me and my companions stealing the crystal powder in your belt for the time being."

The witch said expressionlessly: "What do you mean?

According to you, isn't the powder in the belt able to protect players from certain monsters?

One person only has powder that can last for 24 hours, forcing the player group to fight with each other from the beginning, snatching powder from each other, and buying time for themselves.

Or are you planning to hold me hostage? Use me to force the others in the syndicate to surrender and hand over the powder?

Then you may be disappointed.

In this stage, players can freely choose to surrender and exit, and others will not surrender for me..."

"you guessed wrong."

Balalaika shook his head and pointed to the huge number 37 on the wall next to him, "This is the thirty-seventh floor of the building, and we escaped from a certain pipe on the thirty-ninth floor.

In other words, this building has at least forty floors of actual space, and each floor is extremely vast and difficult to communicate with.

Under such circumstances, with the degree of dispersion among the players, there is definitely no way to find other players in a very short period of time. Fight to obtain the powder that sustains the Identity Example Radiation Device.

300 players, 24 hours each, live here for 168 hours, 50 people win in the end

As long as simple mathematical calculations are done, we can find that even if all the time powder is integrated, it will not be enough for 50 people to survive 168 hours.

If the reverse effect is the cause, trying to guess the intention of the killing game will lead to a possibility..."

The witch's mind changed quickly and she immediately reacted, "First, the powder is not enough. Even if the players fight each other, they will inevitably use up all the powder found in four to five days, and then be attacked.

Most players who survive from that point on will be hunted.

Second, there is insufficient powder, but players can gain protection by occasionally adding powder. If there is no time to replenish the powder, you need to hide here and there to avoid danger.

Third, in addition to killing each other, players can also obtain a small amount of powder supplement from the script world through other methods to survive for seven days..."

"Yes, you are indeed very smart."

Balalaika nodded and said, "The first and second possibilities are not high. If you have seen the scene of the so-called [security guards] on the 39th floor massacring aberrant structures,

You know that even the top fifty players will find it difficult to survive surrounded by security guards.

Therefore the most likely option is the third one.

Some places on this map contain crystal powder that maintains the device, as well as information that allows us to understand the worldview and background settings of the map itself.

In other words, as long as we can find supplies, there is no necessary reason for us to eliminate you and obtain the powder on you - you are a good helper in combat and also a hostage of the Syndicate.

No matter what, Out of Control and Tai Hao will not turn a blind eye to your death. They may even form an alliance with us to jointly deal with the European Heavy Industry Group, which has a large number of people.

The latter must have guessed what I was thinking. At this time, they had already started forming a gang to look for certain instruments and devices on the floor.

You are of use to us. "

"Ah."

The witch grinned and was about to say something sarcastic when she heard a loud explosion in the distance.

boom! ! !

A hundred-meter-long blazing sword pierced the metal roof in the sky,

Shining an extremely dazzling light into the 37th floor, which had been dark for an unknown amount of time.

Crash.

After one blow, the blazing flame sword slowly disappeared, and the flaming red molten steel melted by the blazing flame sword dripped down like a red waterfall.

Through the cracks in the sky, one could see the dark and dim space above the roof.

Michael's flaming sword...

The witch took a deep breath. With her eyesight just now, she could not recognize the specific length of the sword of flame. She guessed which floor Michael was on now.

And where she was, what she was facing, and she swung this sword.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's still spectacular..."

Balalaika looked at the rapidly cooling fiery molten steel, sighed, and waved her hand, asking the witch and the North Wind God to follow her and walk in the opposite direction of the Flame Sword.

"Um?"

The witch glanced at the crack in the sky behind her, turned her attention from the hovering pistol pointed at herself, looked at Balalaika and asked: "Aren't you looking for someone to ally with? Go find Michael!"

"A divine envoy walking in the world doesn't care what mortals think."

Balalaika said calmly: "How can a divine envoy form an alliance with a mortal?"