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Chapter 130 The Master Chief's Smile
Raising the revolver, the Master Chief pulled the trigger.

Da da da!
The dense bullets flew by, and the players who came out in advance were almost wiped out.

"Help!"

The last five players ran wildly while yelling.

However, this is doomed to be useless.

One player after another fell.

There is only the last player left, running while shouting for help.

He already knew that although there were only 21 remnant soldiers, almost all of them were elite.

The guard picked up his gun and aimed it at the back of the last player.

The Master Chief raised his hand to stop him.

Wearing power armor, he strode forward and quickly brought the last player back.

"I go!"

The player lay on the ground, desperately wanting to eat dirt and choke himself to death.

If the enemies in this game had levels, then even an ordinary guard here would have a higher level than him.

"You vagrants are brave enough!" The Master Chief flaunted his might, "Although there is something wrong with me here, you dare to take the opportunity to attack me! There is no forgiveness for this crime!"

He picked up the player and shook it hard, not letting the player suffocate from eating dirt.

The Master Chief showed an arrogant smile: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

The player struggled hard, trying to hit the crotch of the Master Chief with one foot—but there was also a thick armor layer of power armor.

"Don't you want to say?" The Master Chief's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light.

The previous depression has been too long, and he just needs to vent.

He raised his foot and broke one of the player's fingers.

"Ahh! Pain, pain, pain!"

Although the pain sensation was only turned on to 5%, it still felt like a needle prick.

There was a bit of satisfaction on the Master Chief's face.

This player decisively adjusted the pain perception to 1%.

Even if it is a boss much higher than his level, he still wants to have a kind of backbone.

quack!

Another broken finger.

The player looked up, looking directly at the head of the Master Chief's power armor.

Although the corners of his eyes twitched, his eyes were fearless.

"Very backbone," the Master Chief snorted coldly, "I like torturing people like you the most."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the player immediately turned off his pain perception.

Now, all pain has nothing to do with him.

Crunch!

The big foot of the power armor stepped on it, and stepped on it back and forth, crushing the palm of the player's left hand.

"How is it?" The Master Chief smiled cruelly, "Are the bones still hard?"

He looked at the "wanderer" in front of him, and his smile gradually faded.

Why... No response at all?

With the Master Chief's gradually surprised expression, the player cut off his left arm with a small knife, and then held the left arm with his right hand and swung it wildly.

This operation makes the player's arm longer in disguise, and can use the left hand on the broken arm to throw a big mouth at the head of the tall powered armor.

Snapped!Snapped!
Two slaps, harmless, but extremely insulting.

Da da da!
The player was torn apart by machine gun bullets.

He died, waiting to be resurrected.

"Did he suddenly suffer from cyberpsychosis?" The Master Chief was puzzled.

However, this non-threatening attack has come to an end.

The corner of the Master Chief's mouth twitched, and he laughed again.

"Why are you laughing again?" asked the guard in the black fraternity uniform. "We were attacked just now, and one of the guards had a shot on his arm. Although it can be said that there was almost no injury, but this—— "

The Master Chief smiled and said: "That's why you are just a guard! You see, killing these dozens of homeless people has made us feel much better! This is not called being attacked, this is called entertainment! Entertainment, you know ?"

"You are right, I am narrow-minded."

The guard smiled obsequiously again.

The Master Chief waved his hand: "Small things like this are just accidents, and they won't happen one after another."

……

The highest point on both sides of the valley.

Jiexiu asked, "Why did someone rush down first?"

"There will always be some players who don't follow orders," Mengnan explained to Jiexiu, "but as long as the general direction is well grasped, there will be no problems."

……

"Let's go." The Master Chief led the people forward for a short distance.

Suddenly, hundreds of people rushed over from both sides of the valley.

"You stupid NPCs!" The leading player was furious, "My big brother just failed to confess his confession, and he is sad, and the people in our same club are still comforting him! You actually killed him while I was not paying attention , Now he doesn't even have the best form of entertainment! He's really autistic!"

He shot while running: "Die to me!"

The Master Chief's smile faltered.

Why is there a large group of homeless people again?Damn it!

He picked up the machine gun and swept.

The player's guns are too weak to do substantial damage to the Master Chief's power armor, and only the bazooka is somewhat of a threat.

But as long as a player takes out the bazooka, he will be killed by the Master Chief and the guards.

"what!"

A guard, hiding behind a tree, was shot in the stomach.

He returned fire, but was also shot in the chest.

The guard fell backwards.

As he lay dying, he missed his own power armor terribly.

The death of this guard gave the charging players a new idea: Although the boss wearing power armor can't break the defense, you can deal with the mobs around the boss first!
The guards suddenly couldn't lift their heads under the hail of bullets.

For some reason, the wanderers suddenly took an interest in them.

Obviously the Master Chief was standing outside and shooting, but he could still attract firepower before!
"Uh."

Another guard fell limply.

Hundreds of players have already lost a third.

"You wanderers! Die!"

The back of the Master Chief's power armor popped open, revealing a disposable portable missile launcher.

"What is this?"

"I don't know. I have a bad feeling."

A player, hiding behind a tree, was hit in the left leg by a bullet passing through the tree, but did not respond.

Who will activate the pain sensation when charging?Those who dare to drive are true warriors.

He poked his head out from behind a tree.

Two missiles rushing towards him magnified in his pupils.

At that moment, he pressed the shortcut key.

"Brothers, I'm GG!"

Boom!Boom!
Two loud bangs.

There are very few survivors among the players.

They glanced at each other and ran away.

Bullets kept passing by their sides, but in the end three players escaped.

The Master Chief watched the three survivors flee without a trace, and then put down the red-hot machine gun in his hand.

He turned around and counted the number of people, only to find that there were only ten guards left.

pity.

If the guards were all wearing their mid-level power armor, killing those strays would be as easy as crushing ants.

The guards were devastated.

They were actually killed by the homeless people who usually look down on them the most.

This is not possible, and it is up to these people to clean up the very small amount of remaining mutants in the underground station!

The Master Chief threw his head back, laughing loudly.

"We were really under attack, but so what?" He raised his clenched left hand, smiled and shouted the Brotherhood's slogan to the guards, "We won! They are almost all dead! Brotherhood, we will bring Come dawn!"

"Brotherhood shall bring the dawn!"

The slogans that have been chanted countless times in the past seem to have really given them the courage to go on.

"Master Chief!" The guard in the black fraternity uniform stood up again.

Only this time, his eyes seemed to wander: "Master Chief, can you stop laughing? The first time you laughed, thirty homeless people came out; the second time you laughed, hundreds of them appeared, and they were better equipped "If you laugh again this time, I'm afraid—"

The Master Chief smiled and said: "What kind of thinking are you thinking? This is an accident! I can laugh because my pattern is big enough! Learn from me."

They chanted fraternity slogans as they walked forward.

The Master Chief raised his head: "Did you see it? This was an accident, this is—"

There were noisy sounds from both sides of the valley.

Players all over the mountains poked their heads out from both sides of the valley.

The Master Chief's smile disappeared instantly.

Even in power armor, he almost fell.

(End of this chapter)