In the second week, I was entangled by them

Chapter 44 The Bloody Paintbrush

"painter?"

Lu Feng raised his head and found that standing in front of him was the person in charge of the Assassin Star Organization.

The painter is less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pure white gown, wearing a fox mask, and a tall single ponytail fluttering lightly in the wind.

She stands alone in the wind, like a pure white jasmine blooming in the Gobi.

The painter looked down at Lu Feng for a moment, then waved his arms and shouted at the agents.

"Big brothers, the person you want is here!"

"Hey, it's not necessary to meet for the first time!"

Lu Feng knows what kind of personality a painter is, but now that his life is at stake, this kind of joke can't be played casually.

When the agents heard the movement behind the stone, they all focused their attention on this side.

"who!"

The agent aimed his gun at the painter, who was a little angry.

"Hey, let me tell you something, why did you point the gun at me? If you are like this, then I have to defend myself."

The agent didn't say a word of nonsense, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced the night sky, falling into the darkness and feeling lonely.

The painter's figure dissipated on the Gobi like a pool of ink, leaving only the night wind blowing hollowly.

"What about people?"

The agent turned on the thermal imager and found that this guy was neither invisible nor teleported.

"Don't be in a daze."

The painter stretched out his hand and patted the agent's shoulder lightly. The agent was in a cold sweat, and the butt of the gun slammed backwards, and then hit nothing again.

He was out of breath, and for some reason, his vision around him was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't hear the voices of his teammates, as if he had sunk into the deep space of silence and no one.

"Come out, pretending to be a ghost, what is it!"

The agent cursed in the darkness, and he was sure that the surrounding light was getting darker and darker.

Not even a thermal imager could see any living things.

"Then don't be intimidated."

A puddle of ink appeared under the agent's feet, and the painter slowly stood up from the puddle of ink.

"Ah, ah, ghost!"

The agent desperately pulled the trigger towards the painter, and the sound of the gun rang out alone in the darkness, even the flame of the muzzle was about to be swallowed by the dark ink.

The bullet hit the painter's body, and the painter disappeared into a faint ink shadow.

Gradually, the agent discovered that he was the only one on the Gobi, and the ink under his feet was surging like a high tide, overflowing the soles of his shoes.

"Help me!"

The agent struggled in despair, gradually unable to breathe, and finally his body and consciousness were flooded with ink.

In reality, the agent staggered and fell down the first time he saw the painter.

When the team found him, there were no signs of life.

"Hey~ I'm great, praise me, praise me!"

"So-so, it's just a small skill."

Lu Feng spread his hands, this is a quick cracking program called [Dream Eating].

People who are implanted with this kind of fast cracking will often fall into a hallucination. If they can't discover it at the first time, they will sink deeper and deeper and burn their brains.

This quick crack is one of the [ultimate] cracks.

Lu Feng also has them, but he doesn't like to use them.

[Dream Eater] Although it can be fatal, it is not 100% successful, and there are uncertain factors in it.

He likes the kind of simple and crude, or powerful quick crack.

However, although the painter's hacking technique did not catch Lu Feng's eyes, it was just a technique she learned secretly when she was usually bored.

She herself is actually similar to Renara, taking the route of assaulting assassins.

Different from Renala's assassin, Renala is good at mowing grass to deal with miscellaneous soldiers, while the painter is very good.

She likes to single out bosses.

In the first week of the game, this guy is a pure late-stage NPC with little plot, but very strong and mysterious.

After Lu Feng played a whole week, he didn't know where the artist's limit was.

Some players once made an NPC combat power ranking list, and the painter's ranking in the entire game was three and five.

Lu Feng felt that if the painter exerted his full strength, he might be able to compete for the third place.

The game official has also revealed that there will be DLC to supplement the plot in the later stage of the painter, but Lu Feng did not play this part of the plot.

"I came here to save you with good intentions, it's fine if you don't kowtow to me three times and nine times, and even speak rudely!"

The painter crossed his hips angrily, ignoring the agents who had rushed over.

"Locked her."

The sniper among the agents was hidden in the dark, and the cross aimed at the painter's head.

Bang.
The bullet slid out of the barrel in a whirl, pierced the air with a howl, and shot straight at the painter's head.

The painter seemed to have heard the movement, and looked up at the direction of the bullet flying in the darkness.

I saw that the bullet twisted and deformed in space, and finally lost its power, and fell straight to the ground, which was very strange.

"what happened?"

The sniper was very puzzled.

"Hey~ It's not good to secretly shoot a gun."

The painter appeared behind the sniper, and his small white hand gently landed on the sniper's helmet.

"what?!"

The sniper broke out in cold sweat, and his head and helmet were smashed to the ground in the next second.

The painter's white gown was not stained with any blood.

The girl's laughter came from the wind, and the agents looked around in horror.

"Carla, did you hear anything?"

The agent and his partner walked together, the two guarding back to back.

"Well, I heard you."

At one point, the agent heard a girl's voice.

He turned his head and found that at some point, his partner turned into a girl in white.

"Fuck!"

The same situation kept happening, and the agents watched their teammates disappear into the darkness one by one, as if someone simply wiped them with a pen, and they disappeared.

The captain immediately reported the situation to the company.

"Hold on, reinforcements are on the way."

Yutomo Miyamoto kept his voice cold on the phone, and in the next second he ordered the Armed Forces to launch saturated firepower strikes at the agent's location.

For him, the value of this group of people is the same as dropping a cannon, and it is considered effective if it can make a sound.

"Ishikawa, you're not dead, are you?"

Renara rescued Ishikawa, half of Ishikawa's body was smashed to pieces.

At this time, Ishikawa could only be described as dilapidated, his ragged body looked like a long-used rag.

"I can still hold on for a while."

"It seems that someone has come to rescue us, look."

Renara pointed to the girl in the dark. She was like a haunting ghost, always sneaking up on the agents from behind, or appearing in front of them in the next second, making people jump.

"Great to be saved."

Shi Chuan's tone of voice was very weak, and he always felt that his hanging breath would be swallowed at any time.

"I've locked onto her!"

The agent captain's prosthetic eye successfully scanned the artist's body, but when he checked the artist's data, he found that the other party's data was blank, with only two mocking words.

【ugly refusal】

"Hey, peeking at a girl's privacy is very perverted, do you understand the fate of perverts?"

The painter reached out and dropped his hand towards the captain's shoulder, and the captain's elbow was thrown back violently.

The strength of the elbow is very strong, not to mention that the agents are equipped with mechanical prosthetic hands, and a single elbow can smash a hole in the concrete wall.

But such a powerful blow was blocked very smoothly by the painter's little hand.

The captain felt as if he had hit his elbow on the resilient fluid, sinking so deep that he couldn't move.

click
Under the surprised gaze of the captain, the painter's little hand crushed the captain's mechanical prosthetic hand.

He stared at the painter's mask, and the corners of his ruddy mouth slightly curved up, like a girl's smile.

polite but not much
In the next second, the captain was kicked out by the painter.

It is hard to imagine that this 1.7-meter girl kicked a 1.9-meter man more than ten meters away.

The prosthetic body parts on the captain's chest fell apart, and he sat up tremblingly, with the smell of ink blowing in his face.

"Next time you visit my information, apply first."

As soon as the painter's playful words fell, there was a roaring sound in the distant sky, and a dozen stars were shining in the sky.

She turned her head, and the stretched brows finally showed a trace of solemnity at this moment, and she muttered to herself.

"As expected of a big company, it is so cruel to its own people."

"I have bad news and good news, which one do you want to hear?"

The painter turned his head and approached the captain with a smile on his face. The captain stared at this harmless girl in horror.

No matter how charming and charming the girl in front of him is, Yingying Yanyan, the captain will only regard her as a monster in human skin.

His parched lips moved.

"I"

"The good news is that I forgive you."

The painter stood up grinning, leaving his back to the captain.

The captain didn't quite understand what the painter meant.

"The bad news is, look at the sky, there are fireworks~"

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(End of this chapter)