Game of Destiny: This player is different

Crowds of people were marching on the street, with horns, shouts, urgings, crying, and footsteps interweaving into one.

The anxiety in people's hearts spread rapidly like a plague.

The Shibuya crosswalk, known as the "busiest crosswalk in the world", was now in a state of anxiety and panic.

Dozens of brightly colored police cars and explosion-proof armored vehicles were parked in every corner of the intersection.

The large speakers mounted on them played the evacuation alarm in a loop, cooperating with the police officers on the scene to maintain order and direct the crowd to the underground shelter facilities.

The explosion-proof special police stationed on the roadside, armed with live ammunition, intimidated those who were thieves and had bad intentions, and warned them not to cross the line.

Qin Nuo mixed in the crowd, and Michiko behind him followed closely with a suitcase in her arms.

At this time, the chaos that happened a few kilometers away had spread.

A figure began to appear in the middle of the empty road.

Then came the second and third...

Hundreds of gray-skinned people holding umbrellas of various colors stepped forward strangely.

From a distance, they looked like a large group of marchers marching silently.

People often feel fear when facing unknown things.

Even the well-trained anti-explosion special police codenamed SAT.

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

The police officer in charge of command, Jin Chengyang Saburo (equivalent to the director of the Criminal Investigation Department), pointed to the front and shouted strangely:

"They are not human, repeat, they are not human.

You can fire at will, fire at will."

As soon as the voice fell,

A shrill and loud whistling sound that was not like a human voice sounded from above.

The SAT special police guarding behind the bunker used the searchlight to clearly see the flying quickly in the air...

White cloth?

Just like the cute children who put on a bed sheet to pretend to be ghosts on Halloween and come to ask for candy.

However, these bed sheet ghosts were surrounded by a faint blue halo.

The concave and convex facial features on their heads were not cute at all. Instead, they looked like the dead were seeking their lives.

The bed sheet ghosts seemed slow but actually fast, swarming towards the SAT special police below like locusts.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Fire at will, shoot them down!"

The temporary defense line was attacked, and in a blink of an eye, several special police were wrapped in the upper body by the bed sheet ghosts and taken to the sky.

As the bed sheet twisted, the whole person was sucked into it and disappeared.

Gunshots, shouts, and curses came one after another.

Type 89 assault rifles, M4 carbines, and MP5K submachine guns spewed flames, trying to shoot down these ghosts suspended in the air.

The rain curtain woven by bullets splashed into the sky like water.

The civilian team that had not yet completely evacuated was suddenly in chaos.

No longer paying attention to the police's instructions, they pushed and squeezed and fled in all directions.

At the same time,

the umbrella-holding monsters who were slowly approaching from a distance seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and all of them accelerated their pace and rushed to the defense line.

The speed was very fast.

From a distance, the number was close to three digits.

A large-scale conflict broke out, and the intersection in front of Shibuya Station immediately became a battlefield.

Qin Nuo protected Michiko and came to the shelter in the subway station.

The police officer in charge of maintaining order shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that everyone would remain calm and line up to enter.

However, the people had already been frightened by the monsters that appeared outside, and they squeezed in regardless of everything.

Qin Nuo relied on his strong body to push away the crowd blocking the road and sent Michiko to the shelter.

"Hide here, don't run around."

"Sir, you want to..."

Michiko seemed to realize something and pursed her lips: "Then will we meet again?"

"What do you think?"

He stood up and walked out the door after he finished his instructions.

The people around all cast curious and puzzled eyes.

It was so hard to get in, why did he have to go out again?

Is this person crazy?

At the crossroads, the battle became increasingly intense.

A large number of low-level monsters formed a wave and attacked the defense line frantically.

The position of the SAT special police was being eroded step by step. If there was no external aid, it would be a matter of time before they lost.

"The situation is quite bad. The loss of a node actually caused such a big impact."

Qin Nuo squatted on the rooftop after the disguise, looking down at the battle below.

Before the node appeared, there were very few monsters, and most of them wandered in the surrounding remote areas.

But after the failure of the retreat of Nezu Shrine, multiple levels of monsters appeared in the city.

So blatant, who is so generous.

A bed sheet ghost noticed Qin Nuo observing from the rooftop and flew over.

Spread the bed sheet and prepare to repeat the old trick.

"Don't get in the way."

Qin Nuo took out his spear, aimed and thrust forward

The true energy flowed into the spear tip along the spear shaft, and the bed sheet ghost completely wilted without even a howl.

[You have killed a low-level monster and received 1 point]

Low-level monsters are easy to kill, but it is difficult to kill them alone.It would be a bit arrogant to deal with hundreds of them.

Two fists cannot beat four hands.

Reality is not playing Dynasty Warriors, where you can cut grass at will.

Qin Nuo jumped down from the rooftop and walked around the edge of the long gun.

He did not show off too much after killing the enemy, which attracted a lot of attention from the monsters.

When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy stays, I harass; when the enemy is tired, I attack; when the enemy retreats, I chase.

He is well versed in the sixteen-character combat tactics.

Let the SAT special police attract the main firepower, and he harvested points nearby, so that the ranking of those who climbed down rose by a few places.

The tide-like offensive of low-level monsters hit the SAT special police defense line wave after wave.

The monsters are not afraid of death, or they don’t know how to write the word "death".

But the number of Japanese police is getting smaller and smaller.

Jin Chengyang Saburo, who has no idea how many magazines he has changed, retreated behind the explosion-proof armored vehicle, panting.

"Sir, we need reinforcements."

A police officer shouted with difficulty.

He held the pistol in his right hand and kept firing, while his left hand covered his waist and abdomen soaked in blood.

His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

His police uniform was completely wet as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Hold on, the reinforcements are coming."

Jin Chengyang Saburo responded hastily after holding his gun and repelling a monster.

As a superintendent, he naturally knew what the monster in front of him was.

When the fog just appeared, the superintendent informed the middle and senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department of the existence of supernatural life and players.

IJAMEA and the army need to deal with the fog with all their strength, and they can't spare much strength to take care of the city.

Therefore, the police need to take responsibility to maintain order before the fog dissipates, and even face possible supernatural events.

After a brief shock, Jin Chengyang Saburo quickly digested the truth.

But accepting is accepting, and actually dealing with it is another matter.

It's too difficult.

Bullets can hardly kill these monsters.

Even with bulletproof vests, our flesh and blood bodies still can't stop the monsters' attacks.

Damn the support, why haven't they come yet!

In anger,

Jin Chengyang Saburo caught a glimpse of five high beams projected from a distance.

Looking from afar, they were five strangely dressed people riding motorcycles.