Game of Destiny: This player is different

"Huh?"

Qin Nuo exclaimed as soon as he entered the car.

More than a dozen people had already hidden in the small RV.

They hid under tables and chairs, with fear on their faces.

Among them was the fraudster's family of three.

"These people ran pretty fast."

Qin Nuo didn't say much. After letting Qiao Anan hide, he half-squatted against the door of the RV and looked outside through the window.

More and more giant mosquitoes flew in from outside.

The black shadows in the sky continued to gather and turned into a dark cloud, swooping down to attack the RV camp fearlessly.

They themselves are not good at individual combat power, but should be a group of social creatures that win by quantity.

"First it was the mutant Corgi, and now there are giant mosquitoes. Where did these things come from?"

Qin Nuo frowned secretly.

Except for the unreasonable existence of the script world, which is similar to the other-dimensional space, regular tasks and mandatory tasks are more or less linked to the real world.

Most of the monsters that appeared in it have traces to follow.

For example, in the first mission, the No. 15 bus, Qin Nuo climbed over the wall to check the homicide reports of Xinghai in the past 30 years.

Sure enough, a vicious robbery and murder case related to the No. 15 bus was found.

Another example is the recent visit to the Happy Crematorium, including the cat-faced old lady, the hanged ghost and many other ghosts, which can also be found in the past news reports.

However, this mission is very strange.

The inexplicable fog, the biochemically mutated animals and insects, look like some scientific fanatics accidentally touched the taboos of God.

Thus, the inferior products made by the creator were accidentally released from the other world.

Qin Nuo thought and pushed open a gap to greet others to take refuge in the car, and lent a hand when others were not paying attention.

"I have to find a chance to knock Qiao Anan unconscious, and then hand her over to others to take care of her, so that I can transform into a player to save the situation."

Da Da Da—

A series of gunshots interrupted his thinking.

Luo Zimo and Huang Xingyan held guns and poured fire on the huge dark clouds in the sky.

The 95-type assault rifle with a magazine capacity of 30 rounds and a maximum firing rate of 650 rounds per minute and the 05-type submachine gun with a magazine capacity of 50 rounds and a maximum firing rate of 1,000 rounds are already the best among light weapons.

But facing such a large number of enemies, they are still stretched to the limit.

"Brother Luo, bullets have limited killing power on them."

Huang Xingyan shouted loudly while shooting back and forth with a submachine gun.

"I know, but using heavy firepower will accidentally injure civilians."

Luo Zimo was also extremely anxious.

The giant mosquito in front of him was not a threat to the players.

For ordinary people without weapons, the exaggerated appearance alone scared most people, not to mention the idea of ​​resistance.

He quickly looked around the scene.

There were screams of fear, abuse, and crying everywhere, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

A small number of adult males exploded in adversity, pulling off the mosquitoes clinging to their backs and necks, throwing them to the ground, and fighting back with frying pans and kitchen knives while running away.

After being attacked, several panicked women actually gave up resistance and curled up into a ball, and then were attacked and covered by more giant mosquitoes, and soon turned into wriggling insect balls... The screams became weak, and their lives were uncertain.

However, Feng Yizhou, an ordinary criminal policeman, hurried to the barbecue grill after finding that the pistol was not very effective.

He kicked off the table legs, found coal blocks and tablecloths, and wrapped them around one end of the table legs.

Then he poured a can of oil on it and ignited it with a blowtorch to make a simple torch.

He held the torch and waved it back and forth.

He actually drove back the giant mosquitoes that flew over.

"Oh? This policeman is not slow in thinking."

At this time, Qin Nuo also found a way to disperse the giant mosquitoes.

He was holding a cooling spray that he had found in the car, aiming it at the giant mosquito lying on the car window, pressing the air pressure button, and then igniting it with a spray gun.

Instantly, a large amount of misty liquid emitting the smell of ether was ignited, forming a long tongue of scattered flames.

Qin Nuo used this simple flamethrower to shake left and right, and quickly cleared the giant mosquitoes nearby.

After doing this, he turned his head and looked at the RV.

He found that the quality of the car glass was really worrying. Several giant mosquitoes hit it in less than three rounds and spider web-like cracks appeared.

I'm afraid that the glass will break directly after two more hits.

Whether it hurts Qiao Anan or other ordinary tourists, it's not what Qin Nuo wants.

After a small number of people found that flames were effective against giant mosquitoes, they began to follow suit.

Those who could find cooling spray used the spray to burn.

Those who couldn't find it took off their clothes and wrapped them into a ball, lit it and swung it like a meteor hammer.

There was an uncle who was even more courageous.

Grab a dining table with its legs removed and use it as a shield with tape tied around your armsAttack.

Then he gulped down a high-power Niulanshan that he had found from nowhere, and sprayed it at the giant mosquitoes.

In addition, he kept shaking his head, intending to increase the coverage area.

It seemed clumsy and ridiculous, just like the automatic sprinkler shaking its head on the lawn, but it was actually quite effective.

A large number of giant mosquitoes were splashed by the Niulanshan, like moving flammable objects.

When assault rifles and submachine guns were fired at them, they would be immediately ignited.

In an instant, they turned into balls of flaming basketballs, colliding randomly in the air.

In addition, the number of giant mosquitoes was dense, and the domino effect was triggered.

One spread to ten, ten spread to a hundred.

In a short time, the sky above the RV camp was like a rain of fire, with crackling burning and harsh buzzing intertwined and mixed.

The scene was spectacular.

Damn!

Seeing this, Luo Zimo immediately raised his hands to the sky.

A large amount of spiritual energy was consumed to open a transparent barrier with a wide coverage, blocking the falling fire drops.

It was to prevent the flames from splashing onto the RV engine and causing an explosion, and to prevent civilians from being burned.

About two minutes later, the fire rain stopped.

Excessively consumed, Luo Zimo, with a pale face, sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Huang Xingyan hurriedly took out a tranquilizer to restore spiritual energy from his backpack and helped him drink it.

After a moment of silence,

the tourists hiding in the RV came out.

Looking at the charcoal-like insect corpses on the ground and the pungent and choking smell of burning protein, he felt complicated.

Qin Nuo, who was unharmed, also led Qiao Anan out of the RV.

The sudden encounter seemed tragic, but it did not cause many casualties.

To be precise, no one died.

The giant mosquito was very fierce, but its output was very low.

The purpose of attacking the crowd was nothing more than sucking some blood.

Who would have thought that the blood bags would resist so fiercely that they would be wiped out.

Qin Nuo looked around.

The tourists who resisted outside were more or less injured.

The most seriously injured woman had seven or eight wounds the size of Coke bottle caps on her arms and thighs.

She lost too much blood and temporarily fainted.

Qin Nuo, who was used to big scenes, naturally had no reaction.

Even the little LO girl next to him was so scared by the battle in front of her that her legs trembled.

She almost fell flat on her face.