Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Eighty Four

After Jimmy passed out.

Under the shadow of the tree, more skeletons came out one after another...

The skeletons gathered around Jimmy, who had fallen to the ground in the shape of a swastika, looking at each other.

"Why did he fall before I did it? Could it be that he touched porcelain?" The brother on the back of his head asked in confusion.

"It can still spit out foam when touching porcelain, then this NPC has enough acting skills." The player on the side vomited, "I said that the position where you are standing is not good. You must be discovered by the sentry. ."

"Huh? I didn't see it?"

"Isn't that nonsense? You can tell him through the tree before he can see the ghost."

"Hush! Hush! Do covert operations it, you feel a little nervous okay?"

"How nervous, this sentinel is just like the cute one. It's interesting enough for me to laugh without making a sound."

The entropy didn't increase. They were going to stop these people from beeping, but when they heard this, they were taken aback.

The wonderful pen and flowers next to her also uttered "Ah" and made a gesture of holding a boxing palm.

Ji Tang squatted down and checked the fainted sentinel, and made sure that his breathing and pulse were normal. He raised his head and didn't speak, but he saw the two brainpowered girls who made this night attack plan frantically frowning...

"Ji Dashen, is the sentry really scared and fainted?" Miao Bi Sheng Hua Jian Ji Tang finished the inspection and immediately said.

"It's really dizzy." Ji Tang said as he took out two nylon restraint straps and put a set on Jimmy's hands and feet.

This kind of convenient and easy-to-use binding tool (...), there are a lot of tricycles they ride, and I don’t know if the lord Yang prepared these things in the material cart at the beginning.

"Sister Huahua, look?" Entropy does not increase, breathing is a bit heavy.

"I also think it's feasible." Miao Bi Shenghua nodded vigorously.

"Speak Mandarin! Standard Mandarin!" Brother Lahong quit, raising his hand in protest.

"Let me talk about it." Miaobi Shenghua nodded towards the entropy, "Maybe there is another solution for this siege task, which can greatly reduce the probability of returning to the town."

The players around in a circle stopped beeping immediately, all quieted down and listened...

Ten minutes later, the 226 players gathered in front of the town were divided into 25 teams and sneaked into the city one by one.

These members are in a team of players ranging from nine to eleven. After entering the city, they are completely innocent. Instead, they sneak into the alleys in small groups and quietly touch the prostitutes on the main street of the town. Strategically important locations such as the town hall, public security office, and militia headquarters...

A small town with a permanent population of 6,000 and a floating population (also counted as pleasure seekers) is about 4,000. It’s not big or small, but the players who came to Westham for the first time seemed to be right. The terrain of this small town is very familiar, and there is no hindrance to action.

Being able to move so freely is a major contribution to the "sneak investigation" six hours before game time—While Miaobi Shenghua wore a fraudulent orb that gave me medicine to sway shopping on Zhenzhong Avenue, there are actually two other real spy missions. The players mixed into the city.

Brother Lahong, Qin Guan, Miaobi Shenghua, Entropy Doesn’t Increase, Ji Tang, these first-class bosses are still very prestigious among the player community. They want to borrow the two deceitful orbs that were taken away by RMB players. difficult.

When the attention of Westham’s militia and various brothel bosses were all turned around by the wonderful pen, the two players who volunteered to be spies ran all the streets and alleys of the town without any pressure. , The landmark buildings have a seven-seven-eights-eights-this town is too small, not as big as a third-tier city in China, and people with a strong sense of direction will recognize the road once it is completely safe.

In short...under the players' actions, the terrain information of Westem has been one-way transparent to the players before the fight has started.

Of course, she walked back and forth on Zhenzhong Avenue and didn’t go shopping in vain. She was crazy about identification skills all the way, almost touching the strength of the militia team and brothel thugs...

Ji Tang, Yang Ying, Tang Jia, give me medicine, don’t increase entropy, make flowers in a smart pen, addicted to learning, and fight to win. The goal is to make flowers in person. After identification, it was listed as the militia headquarters of the first-class land.

"The militia team here, as far as I have seen, is between level one and two. The equipment level is similar to the group of noble private soldiers we encountered at the beginning, but the combat power is slightly stronger than those private soldiers. There isn't a second-level one in it."

Everyone walked along the roots of the wall. Miao Bi Shenghua rushed to the last time and reminded everyone again the main points of action: "This militia headquarters is not far from Zhenzhong Avenue. You can see it when you walk on the road. It is a four-story building. In the building, I counted the number of windows. It is estimated that there are more than 20 rooms, and they are likely to be used as militia dormitories. First, control the militias in the dormitory. Only stragglers patrolling outside."

"Well... We didn't move the militia in the duty station at the gate of the town just now, will there be a problem?" Ai Fighting will win.

"If the sleeper is gone, the militiamen patrolling outside the city wall are more likely to find the problem faster." Entropy did not increase.

"Well, there is another problem. The militia captain is a second-level NPC, right, what if the militia captain doesn't live in the dormitory?" Ai Fighting will win again.

"Why do you have so many things, you won't be chanting, a little NPC boss can turn the sky upside down?" Giving me the medicine, turning his head unhappy.

Love to fight to win, gave me a look at the medicine, and said nothing.

"No way, the language is not clear, I can't communicate with the deceitful orb, and I can't ask where the militia captain lives." Miao Bi Shenghua gave me the medicine with a stare, and explained in a good temper. , Even if it doesn’t happen, it’s okay. If you spend a little more time coming from the town of exile and continue trying, it’s over. There’s no way to open up wasteland.”

Aipin will win and nodded, accepting this explanation.

After going around the small alley twice, this fortress team saw the outstanding militia headquarters building.

There was a guard post at the gate, but there was no one at the post. There were wires and lights in the yard, and the lights did not turn on.

Players wouldn't refuse such a generous welcome gesture, and walked over the iron gate a little bit unceremoniously into the courtyard.

On the first floor, there was a hall facing the courtyard gate with lights on. Ji Tang made a hush gesture to the players, touched the steps gently, and looked in from the gap between the concealed gates.

The hall with a few wind lanterns can be described as smoky. At least twenty militiamen are either drinking, playing cards, and sleeping on the sofa behind the card table.

Ji Tang quietly stepped back and returned to the players: "There are people in there, but there are still a lot of them. There are about 20 people inside."

"Try this group of people first." Miao Bi Shenghua said, taking off his equipment on the spot...

"Wait." Entropy didn't increase. "It's just a skeleton that I don't feel scary enough. It's better to put on the clothes that these people are more familiar with."

"It makes sense." Miao Bi Shenghua looked around and waved his bone claw.

This eleven-man assault team bypassed the building and ran into the backyard of the house, brushing the uniforms of the militiamen from the drying racks...

It doesn’t count if you pull other people’s clothes, do things very seriously, pay attention to details, the entropy does not increase, and grab a clean uniform and rub a lot of mud on the ground...

For the skeletons, the uniforms of the militia are as empty and empty as they need to be. You don't need to take off the equipment, just wear them directly in it. After putting on the uniforms, the players walked back to the front yard and stood in front of the hall.

Just like this, I feel that the details are not enough if the entropy is not increased. He raised his hand and pointed to the window: "Ghosts should not go through the door, what do you think?"

Everyone: "..."

"Qingyue, you have a bad talent. I have begun to sympathize with the NPC inside." Tang Jia murmured complicatedly.

"Come on." The entropy doesn't increase, as if you haven't heard the complaint. "Let's squat under the window sill, and only one person taps on the window glass. The people inside noticed and then gradually increased the gravity, the rhythm is almost the same. Stand up and smash the window together, like a horror movie, step by step to create a point of fright. I think this should be better than just jumping in."

Miaobi Shenghua agrees: "Qingyue is right, it should be the way it should be. The gradual increase in fear is better. If you get the threshold in one go, it won't be scary."

Everyone: "..."

Give me medicine and can't help but complain: "I see, don't ask the administrator to make a suggestion from the following line, let the administrator temporarily add a horrible sound effect, when we debut, the BGM will follow, and the more the atmosphere is, the more the atmosphere."

Entropy does not increase&Miaobi Shenghua ignored him at all, took the lead and leaned under the window with his waist, and waved at the people who were standing there.

Before the night attack, the players drove more than 20 kilometers of mountain roads, and waited for the game to enter the middle of the night, and they practiced collecting and killing monsters on the spot for more than six hours, and none of the skeletons were clean. ; And then put on a large uniform deliberately covered with mud. At first glance, it looks like a ghost who has just crawled out of the grave.

It can be really bad. The entropy doesn't increase. First, she shot the first shot. She didn't show her head, just raised her hand and tapped the window glass with her finger bones.

The room was very noisy, and the drunken militiamen who cursed while playing cards specified that they would not hear such a slight noise.

The entropy does not increase nor is it rushed, so I tap it patiently for a few times before adding gravity.

When the rhythmic and intensified knock on the glass reached more than a dozen times, a militiaman who had not drunk seemed to have heard something, stopped talking with his friend, and looked around blankly.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Militia B, who was talking to him, was unhappy with his absent-minded appearance, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Strange, I seem to hear something? Didn't you hear?" The militiaman A, who was still sober, said.

"Oh oh? What do you mean, women's moaning? Go to the street if you want a woman, when did Westham miss this!" Militia B who was talking to him laughed presumptuously.

"No, it's not..." Minuteman A shook his head to say something, his face changed slightly, "Hi, man, listen, this voice is getting louder and louder."

"I only heard Sam fart, hahahaha!"

Militia A shook his head again, and stood up without expecting the drunk.

The rhythmic "knocking, tapping" percussion became louder and louder. Militia A always felt that the sound seemed familiar, but he also drank and couldn't remember it for a while.

Minuteman A, who tried to look around with his drunk eyes open, when his gaze swept across the window... his pupils suddenly shrank.

The glass windows used by the militia headquarters are only flat glass of general specifications, which are airy, impure, and not smooth enough. People or objects seen through the glass windows will be deformed.

But no matter how deformed, Militia A can also clearly see... a boneless skull and claws, leaning on the window sill, knocking the window down and down...

"Ah!" Militia A let out a short scream, and fell back on the sofa.

This scream was like a signal for action. The bone claw that was originally just a knock was re-photographed on the window frame; the owner of this bone claw, a skeleton covered in mud in the uniform of the militia, also "Floating" up from under the window sill.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Grass, why are you crazy?" Minuteman B drank a lot of alcohol, and yelled at Minuteman A in irritation, and then looked towards the window impatiently.

Outside the window, there is a skeleton standing.

The skeleton was wearing their uniform, covered in mud and dirt, with one bone claw lying on the window sill, and the other bone claw hitting the window frame.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Minuteman B screamed much more sternly than Minuteman A, and the glass fell to the floor and smashed to pieces.

These two made such a big disturbance, even if the teammate in the same room is a dead person, they should have noticed. Whether it is drinking and drinking, or playing cards, they stopped moving, dazed, puzzled, irritated, and annoyed. It seems.

The militiamen AB pointed in the direction of the window at the same time in unison, trembling and unable to say a complete sentence for a long time.

The scolding alcoholics and gamblers all turned to look at the window...

The cursing stopped suddenly.

This group of gamblers/drunkards who gambled/drank so much that they stared in the direction of the window blankly, their eyes widened and their mouths opened wider and wider.

Before this group of guys who had been ravaged by staying up late and alcohol reacted slowly, a second skeleton, a third, a fourth...

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen skeletons emerged, blocking the one-and-a-half-meter-wide window tightly and airtight.

These mud-covered skeletons, like those just crawling out of the grave, squeezed in front of the window, their black-hole eye sockets staring at the people in the house numbly, and countless bones and claws beat the window frames in a regular and rhythmic manner. .

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Damn—!"

"Ms. Gold Coin! What the **** is this?!"

The militiamen are going crazy, screaming one after another...

The skeleton group outside seemed to be more vigorous, the flapping turned into a smashing, and the window frame couldn't help shaking.

If the players suddenly broke through the window, this group of militiamen, who are accustomed to rampage in the town, could not say that their brains were too hot, and they would take up their weapons and desperately.

But the players just squeezed outside the window and smashed the window to make them surprised. There was only panic and no imminent threat to their lives. This group of militiamen did not see the courage to resist...

Not only didn’t have the courage to be head-on, but saw the windows being slapped and shaken by the players, but also the "smart people" thought of running away and letting others back their backs...

A few people leaning into the corridor took the lead to escape. This group of militiamen who had no fighting spirit was even more vulnerable. They all screamed and rushed into the corridor...

There is no more suspense in the next development. Players who are not slower than professional players happily smashed the windows and jumped into the room, and went up the hallway stairs to catch people one by one, not only This group of militiamen who had their turn to be lazy at night did not escape, and the sleeping militiamen in the dormitory upstairs did not miss out—the panic spread, and no matter how many people there are, it’s useless to resist effectively.

In less than half an hour, 141 militiamen left behind at the militia headquarters were completely destroyed.

Cardo Gold, the captain of the militia, did not go home tonight.

His wife took care of two children who were studying at a private college in Inner Delil. There were only three elderly people in the family. In addition to Gold’s social status in Westham, no one would ever ask him if he had cheated in marriage. , Whether the night does not come home.

As usual, Captain Gould, who stopped work in the second half of the night, came to a club called "The Lover" to meet with his current lover, and stayed overnight after being warm.

There are prostitutes~women or men~prostitutes on the street. Few of them are voluntarily engaged in skin and flesh business, but since the reality cannot be changed, one has to find some reason to fool oneself to keep one alive.

Ms. Shirley, Gould’s lover, is one of those who live by deceiving herself. She strives to convince herself that the short-lived freshness of love seekers is also a kind of love. She strives to convince herself that even if it is seeking The tenderness and pretentious admiration of the enthusiastic guest will also make oneself more valuable than others.

Under such painful self-brainwashing, Ms. Shirley did her best to lengthen the "love period" for her guests. When Captain Gould came to her for the night, she was always happy. As if she was really a legitimate wife to greet her husband.

It's just that... a person cannot live in lies for a lifetime, even in the false world that he has carefully shaped, in the depths of his soul, he will instinctively question and torture.

It was still terribly dark, and Ms. Shirley woke up from her nightmare.

She lay uncontrollably on the bed and shivered for a while, then eased a little, then carefully removed Gould's arm, got off the bed lightly, barefoot, and walked to the window.

Ms. Shirley is not young anymore and can't compete with those teenage girls. Her room is relatively back, and only the dark alleys can be seen from the window instead of the bright street scenes of a few years ago.

She held her arm, leaned against the window, and looked out the window blankly.

People like her, of course, have long since lost their extravagant hopes for the future. In other words...Most of the people on this street can only rely on repeatedly chewing the short happy years they have experienced to serve as a spiritual nourishment.

Of course this kind of life will be tiring.

Every time she woke up from a nightmare like this, Ms. Shirley would think of death.

When will she be free?

She can't wait...

Ms. Shirley, who looked numbly at the window, suddenly saw the image of death appearing outside the glass window.

The Skeleton Reaper in a white robe lay on her window sill with a steel knife, and looked at her through the glass window.

Ms. Shirley looked at the Skeleton Grim Reaper quietly, and the Skeleton Grim Reaper looked at her quietly.

After a few seconds, Ms. Shirley was sure that the death skull outside the window was not an illusion... tears fell in an instant.

"...You are finally here." The extremely tired lady showed a relieved smile with tears and opened the window, as if she was afraid of death, she took the initiative to stretch out her hands.

The **** of death looking at her silently outside the window... his head tilted.

Then... Death seemed to be very uncertain and tentatively spreading his bone claws, and grabbed Ms. Shirley's hand.

Ms. Shirley leaned over tremblingly, pressed her face to the cold bone claws of the **** of death, and whispered beggingly: "Please take me, please, please take me..."

grim Reaper:"…"

The player inexplicably held the female NPC's shoulders, gently pushed her away, and keenly jumped into the window, and found the male NPC lying on the bed. His eyes lit up, and the hungry tiger rushed up and lifted the quilt. Nylon The restraint belt comes with one hand and one foot each, and skillfully pushes the underclothes left by the bed into the mouth of the NPC.

Before Ms. Shirley, who was pushed away by the **** of death, hadn't reacted, Captain Cardo Gould settled it.

Another player crawled in from the window, looked strangely at the civilian NPC standing next to him, and rushed to the player who came in: "What's the matter with this woman? No need to tie it?"

"I don't know, but this NPC seems to belong to our side, and she opened the window." The player who came in said first.

"become."

The two players worked together to lift Captain Gould, who was struggling desperately after awakening, from the bed, wrapped in a sheet to restrict his mobility, and then stuffed it under the bed...

During the whole process, Ms. Shirley was in a state of dumbfoundedness.

The two "skeleton gods of death" stuffed Captain Gould under the bed and began to carve up Captain Gould's belongings.

"The sword I use by this NPC is awesome. Such a high physical attack can be compared to an excellent level!"

"Fuck, the recovery price of this ring is fifty copper coins?! Be rich!"

"Hahaha I got it back from a loss just now!"

Putting on the trophies that can identify the value, the two skeleton death gods opened the door and took care of themselves...

Seeing that they were about to leave, Ms. Shirley suddenly regained consciousness, and hurriedly chased them out.

The two skeletons turned down the corridor, found the stairs and went down to the first floor. Together they opened the door of the club and put six or seven skeletons in.

Ms. Shirley, who was standing at the top of the stairs, was stunned again.

Although these skeletons who entered the club also noticed Ms. Shirley, they were not interested in her (the civilians who were not equipped and had no intention of attacking had no sense of existence in the player's eyes), and rushed into each room in groups of three or two. Whether it’s the guests staying overnight, the shopkeeper who is sleeping in the employee lounge behind, or even the boss sleeping in the office, they are all taken down one by one, tied, gagged, hidden, and given one-stop treatment...

After passing the entire "lover" club, the skeletons left without nostalgia, and ignored the yelling or trembling waitresses who were awakened.

Ms. Shirley followed these skeletons in a daze, watching them tying people around and sweeping, completely unable to understand what happened.

When these skeletons were leaving, she chased to the door and saw...the skeletons ran to the wall of the striptease show next door. The skeleton she had mistakenly thought to be the **** of death took a white sheet on her body with agility. The ground began to climb the wall.

After a while, what seemed to be the howling of a night-time fighter came from the surrounding wall: "Ghost ah ah ah!"

Ms. Shirley: "..."

She also saw...under the street lamp across the street, there was another group of skeletons entering and exiting at the gate of a club...

Ms. Shirley silently returned to the "lover" club.

The twenty-odd waitresses in the store were frightened. They all gathered in the lobby and did not dare to go out or go back to the room. Seeing Ms. Shirley, who was so courageous to run with the skeletons, came back, they all watched tremblingly. she.

Ms. Shirley took a deep breath...

"Don't be stunned! Collect all the valuable things you can see and hide them! Those, those skeletons don't need it, we want it!"

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Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-08-0322:10:14~2020-08-0421:46:58~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the grenade: Yuan Shi Yuxu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who cast landmines: 2 Apollo rabbits; 1 sparrow, Moyu, Uchi Bohei, and Hou Jian;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 14 bottles of Tang; 10 bottles of foggy scene, Xixi, Goodnight Paris, Pacman; 8 bottles of spring flowers will open; once drifted by, the hit is unresolved, the sound is fragrant, and the wild cat does not settle 5 bottles; 4 bottles of Yilian Meiyang; 1 bottle of Jian'an, Gu Fei, and October Fengzhu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!