The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 34
Seeing Mo Zhen's pensive expression, Lao Han thought he had calmed him down, so he took his time to hit the railway while it was hot.

"Let me tell you, don't think that our [Iron Will] is a small organization, the history of this [Common Cause] is said to be traced back to the end of the game...

"I think you are strict enough to consider letting you join. The income from a game is still a reliable backer. Think about it yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Zhen put on an expression of enlightenment on his face, swept away the foolish look just now, and saluted Old Han with a standard military salute.

"Follow the instructions of Chief Han!"

Seeing this scene, Lao Han's small eyes under the sunglasses froze, and the speed of this guy's attitude change was comparable to that of a woman turning her face.

Unable to help, Lao Han recalled a guy he knew in real life.

Both of these two people have an unpredictable evil spirit, but they are indispensable talents.

Pressing the muttering in his heart, Lao Han pretended to cough.

"Ahem, it's good that you can figure it out. Tie Zhi is also a member of our [Iron Will], his head is a bit straight, I know you are clever, and I will leave it to you to command when guarding the bridge."

He was answered with a strong and powerful growl.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

After Mo Zhen left, a spider-like figure crawled out from the shadows, and whispered something to Hui Sheng.

Old Han said thoughtfully.

"Is there nothing left in the battle last night except for an explosion crater... I have to pay attention to such a big movement."

"Forget it, just pay attention to this matter, you can concentrate on being in charge of contacting!"

Then, the spider-like figure hid in the shadows again...

……

The sun is shining on the Ganqiao Noodles Bridge. Under this pleasant light, hold up a parasol, and lie quietly on the canvas chair with a glass of special cucumber juice...

"Shut up—"

In this chaotic world, is there anything more enjoyable than this?
Quicksand drank the cola, looked at Mozhen shaking the viscous green juice in the goblet, and said with eyelids twitching.

"Mr. Xu, why do you have to drink this thing? It looks too scary."

Mozhen snapped his fingers, and the soldier standing aside immediately poured the freshly squeezed "cucumber juice" from the juicer into the goblet. While sucking the sour cucumber juice, he burped intoxicatedly.

"Does it need to be said? This is the only thing in this world that is delicious! Other drinks are just like plain water, and they can't keep my nerves excited all the time. As a commander, keeping my brain active is like a soldier holding a gun in his hand all the time." The essential!"

The surrounding soldiers quietly cast eyes of respect and awe when they heard the words.

As expected of an elite hunter sent from above, he is ruthless, awesome, and professional enough!

Not to mention these native soldiers who have never seen the world, even Tie Zhi, who has experienced many [multiplayer script] games, was taken aback by Mo Zhen.

He has seen a lot of Paradise players over the years following Lao Han, but he has never seen a few of such stylish psychopaths as Mo Zhenlun.

"Da da da da-"

In front of the bridge, [No Brain Must Die 213] is welcoming guests again.

And Mo Zhen was still leisurely lying on the canvas chair, looking like an old god.

He has already issued a concise and complete combat order - the tactical eyepiece shows that the comer is a zombie, shoot directly, but you cannot call him; the tactical eyepiece shows that it is a human being, fire directly, but you cannot call him.

It seems unreasonable to directly fire at humans, but in fact it contains Mo Zhen's intention.

Generally speaking, the humans who come here are players who have received the broadcast of the game's plot, and they will attack first, so that Mo Zhen can see what the other party is capable of.

After all, this game is full of fish and dragons. The players who come here are definitely not single-minded in joining the army to fight against the enemy. It is beneficial to find out more about it.

As for being killed due to lack of strength, I'm sorry, but with this strength, I'd better go to [Single-player script] and come out after drinking enough milk.

As for the opponent is an indigenous civilian of this world, MD, the indigenous civilian who didn't receive the game broadcast even traveled through the dangerous wilderness, deliberately rushed from one city to another, how many lives are there!

No matter how you look at it, it's suspicious, just kill it and it's over!
Don't talk about human nature with Commander Xu, he's just a zombie with no emotions in this world, it's reasonable and reasonable not to do anything about human affairs.

"Report! There is a very powerful crooked mouth coming from the bridge, and it is about to break through the fire blockade. Please give instructions!"

"what?"

Mo Zhen jumped up from the canvas chair and asked with a puzzled look.

"What do you mean by a terrible crooked mouth, explain the race clearly."

The soldier smoking from the muzzle of the gun on his back looked indescribable.

"This... I can't explain clearly, but it should not be a zombie."

Mo Zhen didn't bother to ask more.

"Forget it, it's fine if it's not a zombie, old man, let's go and have a look!"

In front of the checkpoint, a vigorous figure danced a piece of white light, blocking countless bullets and approaching frantically.

He is covered in strange scales, but has mammalian fur.

But the most striking thing is undoubtedly his mouth.

Looking at that mouth, Mo Zhen couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice.

"What a crooked mouth!"

This mouth has crooked art and aesthetics, and is about to crook the frame of the face.

Rao Yimo really made a qualitative statement, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Hell, is it necessary to design such an exaggerated shape?In order to show my artistic aesthetics, this is too hard!

After spending half a second to calm down, Mo Zhen shouted.

"Cease fire! Who is coming, report your name!"

In the smoke, a figure holding a sword gradually appeared.

With the gradual disappearance of various strange features on his body, this figure revealed the appearance of a man with a crooked mouth in his twenties.

His arrogance reveals low self-esteem, his unruly eyes squinted at Mo Zhen with melancholy, and howled with an indistinct accent like drooling.

"Grandpa, crazy Xuan!"

(End of this chapter)