close to death

Watching helplessly that a big black name killed Cube J, the president of the Disdainful Branch in broad daylight, and this is the heavily guarded main city of Phoenix. It would be ridiculous if such a thing got out.

Young Master Long wiped blood on his face, and there was an extra square toe in the palm of his hand. He shivered all over, and threw it away from him, as if seeing a ghost.

"It's that bastard Reaper,"

Someone yelled, and everyone came to their senses. In a blink of an eye, Ling Yun was still there.

On the street, the players saw a big black name running towards the resurrection point like lightning.

"What are you doing so fast? Is his wife about to give birth?"

"Did you see that lunatic, running around the street with his name in red, he must be tired of his job,"

"Hey, that's not right, that guy looks familiar anyway,"

. . . . . .

People talked a lot, and then they realized a very subtle problem: Where did the famous name come from in Phoenix City.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of players chased up from behind with knives, guns and sticks, and they were all players who were proud of the guild.

"Could it be that the branch will hold a running competition just after it is established, and it can't be done like this to increase its popularity," the players stared wide-eyed.

. . . . . .

"Neighbor Spicy, Reaper, I'm going to kill you," Fang Fang J rushed out from the resurrection point angrily. Today he lost all face, especially in the days when the Molin guild was established, which is undoubtedly the Scarlet guild. He slapped them hard on the face.

"Excuse me, are you calling me?" The violent dry wood rifle pointed at the bridge of his nose at some point, and Ling Yun's face was full of mockery.

"I grass..."

Puff, puff, sparks shot out, countless bullets smashed his head into pieces in an instant, and before Block J finished speaking, he had already turned into a headless male corpse and fell down.

Square J is so angry, now his level has dropped from level [-] to level [-], his pants and shoes have all exploded, and he just watched Ling Yun pick up the equipment into his backpack.

When the Four Great Heroes arrived, leading the younger brothers, Long Shao and others, only a half-naked male corpse was left on the ground.

"Brother, I sympathize with your current mood very much. You mean, you can't provoke anyone, but you chose to provoke that evil god. It's hard to be late now," Long Shao thought in his heart, but he couldn't say it out of his mouth. Seeing the miserable state of Square J, he was also in a cold sweat.

When Cube J was revived from the resurrection point again, he hurriedly found a pair of white pants to change into. Unexpectedly, there were a few large characters printed on the back of the pants: advanced bulletproof pants.

"The guy next door to Mala, that bastard hasn't left the city yet, so call all the brothers in the meeting, even if they dig three feet into the ground, they must dig that bastard out for me,"

Ling Yun was lying on the roof of a building not far away, and the AWM-PM sights were full of Square J's berserk figures. The angrier he was, the more excited Ling Yun was.

"Oh...you're still angry at such an old age, calm down, calm down," your finger lightly pulled the trigger, "I'll let you fuck it up,"

Puff puff, two sparks flashed from the muzzle of the sniper rifle, and the two bullets roared away like flying fire meteors one after the other.

Such a thing happened at the opening of the guild. It seems that the security work is not in place. Square J can't suppress his anger at all now, so he has to lose his temper at a group of subordinates.

Pfft, there was a bullet hole in his temple; pfft, a large cloud of blood spurted out from his chest.

Hang up, hang up again, Square J wanted to curse a few words, but his open mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't utter a word at all.

"That bastard is over there," Young Master Long pointed at Ling Yun with a big knife, "He is the leader of the Scarlet Guild, and he is full of top-quality equipment. As long as that big devil is killed, anyone can become a millionaire."

Very old-fashioned lines, but they are very practical. Immediately, the gang members who are proud of the world and a group of blind players rush towards Ling Yun.

"I don't feel good seeing you," Ling Yun threw a peanut to Long Shao before leaving.

Long Shao, the unlucky boy, was not alert at all. Ling Yun could instantly kill Diamond J, and he could also instantly kill anyone.

When he, an unlucky kid, fell into the crowd and watched his gold-ranked helmet being looted by other players, he realized that he turned out to be a real idiot. Just a dumb bird, a silly bird.

A large group of players appeared on the roof where Ling Yun was, let alone human beings, not even a bird feather could be seen.

Several guys rushed to the roof, and hurriedly picked up the HK-MP[-] in their hands and scanned randomly. The bullets left bullet holes on the wall, and none of the hairs hit a single one. It was a waste of bullets.

Suddenly felt a cold on the neck, the Nepalese saber flashed coldly across, and the eyes changed direction involuntarily.

Ling Yun didn't run away just now, but rushed up by stealth. For rookie-level sharpshooters like them, his strength is even more terrifying than warriors in close combat.

The space on the roof was already very narrow, the consequence of those rookies being approached by Ling Yun was not only death, but also an ugly death.

The five gunmen were all decapitated in less than [-] seconds.

Just entering the corridor, the group of warrior players rushed up at this moment. It wasn't that they were afraid of death, but that the agility of the warrior profession was indeed pitifully low.

"Surround him. This is the sixth floor. I don't believe that kid can grow wings and fly." Three shield knights propped up their shields and pushed them up.

Ling Yun backed away in a hurry. The profession he hated most was heavy armored knights, with high defense and thick blood, especially the shield. The bullets seemed to have little effect on the solid iron bumps.

Facing so many fighters, Ling Yun had no choice but to retreat. He is not a god, a sharpshooter is a sharpshooter, and he can't use his own weaknesses to compete recklessly with others' strengths, that's something a fool would do.

Their backs had already been pushed against the wall, and there were light flashes on the bodies of several soldiers, which was a precursor to the activation of charge skills.

"Hehe, I won't play with you anymore, excuse me," he smashed the window beside him and flew out, where there was a cable already prepared.

A high-explosive grenade was accurately thrown through the window in mid-air. "Boom," there was a loud bang, and the big clock on the clock tower was buzzing.

Bricks and stone chips splashed in all directions, and the corpses of several soldiers jumped down together with Ling Yun.

Tighten the safety buckle, turn around in the air, and land firmly on the ground.

There were murderous intentions around him, phantoms appeared in the air one by one, four assassins surrounded Ling Yun, and launched their skills to assassinate at the same time.

This is organized and premeditated, they have obviously been in ambush for a long time,