Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 75 Dog Man and Woman

The World Tower props have a small universal default rule.

If there is no accident, below the 500th level, the ordinary scattered number layer will only produce ordinary props, and the small integer level will produce ordinary props and rare props.

As for the unique treasure, it is basically only possible to see it on the large integer level.

This set of rules has never happened before.

Therefore, the strength of the ultimate 100-level and the permanent 100-level are likely to be very different.

First, a large integer layer like 100 will produce much more props than a small integer layer like 80 or 90.

Second, it is only possible to see unique treasures on the large integer level, but not every time. The permanent ones can make up for the lack of luck through the number of times.

Third, in terms of difficulty, only those who can gain a firm foothold on the large integer level are qualified to be called tower climbers. After all, the entire World Tower has only 10 large integer levels.

The second male confessed very sincerely and cried very sadly.

But that doesn't change the fact that he's hiding the truth.

Originally, he thought that what he was about to face was just an ordinary 20th floor. With three other experts stationed at the 100th floor leading the way, he should not be exposed as a fake 100th floor.

Anyway, no one stipulates that a hundred-level master must be rare, right?

Isn't he unlucky?

Or being poor is also a reason. Can't you sell all the rare things you get?

But now, any excuses are meaningless.

Because there are guns!

There is a violent integer floor with firearms, and even if the five people present are all masters resident on the 100th floor, they may not be able to pass through it safely.

What's more, one is hiding the truth and pretending to be a hundred layers, while the other is immersed in eating and drinking and is not a human being.

The remaining three hundred-level masters have two girls, one specializing in spiritual power and the other specializing in scientific decryption.

The only man with a physical fighting orientation stood alone and frowned, and he could almost feel the real pressure coming towards his face.

Heaviness was written on his face.

It's like there are a thousand weights hanging on it.

Chirping shouts began to be heard outside. Through content analysis, someone was checking the shelves line by line, intending to gather the hostages.

This discovery made several people feel heavy and confused at the same time.

Is it necessary to do such a big thing to rob a shabby supermarket?

And gather the hostages?

What? Are you ready to confront the police? Can we negotiate and have someone prepare a car to transfer the ten boxes of instant noodles and two bags of ham?

"We will search our row of shelves in a while. If there are less than three people, you will attract their attention." The man turned his head and whispered to the three people behind him: "I have a prop here, which is a 100-level rarity [Silence [Dagger], no matter where it is stabbed, it can render the opponent silent, no matter how many times it can be done..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the expressions of the three of them as if they had seen a ghost.

My heart skipped a beat.

Just then, there was an angry roar coming from the front.

Looking back, I saw a masked gangster holding a long-barreled shotgun, with the black muzzle pointed straight at his head. Next to him, two gangsters wearing matching hoods rushed in, wielding machetes.

The man was immediately frightened and raised his hands in a gesture of submission.

The gangsters rushed in and touched him. The man knew something was wrong and just when he wanted to muster up the courage to fight, the [Silent Dagger] was found.

He looked at the small dagger in the gangster's hand and tried to explain in foreign languages ​​that it was just a fruit knife.

The gangster holding the machete hit him in the stomach with the handle of the knife.

"Ouch!" The man bent over and retched while holding his stomach, and was pushed out by the gangsters who twisted his arms.

The treatment of the remaining two people is similar.

The second female lead didn't cooperate with the body search and was evasive. She was slapped in the face and instantly became honest.

The second man cooperated with the search, but the gangster responsible for searching him found nothing. He was very angry and simply slapped the second man on his waist with the handle of a knife, which made the second man gasp.

Under the threat of gunpoint, the three people who watched their hands tied with ropes behind their backs were in a state of confusion.

Is this still the twentieth floor?

Since when did level 20 become this difficult?

Why don't you have any chance?

Have you encountered a new type of persuasion group?

Could it be that we just climbed twenty floors this week and came out of the tower?

Why don't you go back with dozens of points and lose your life?

The three of them had questions in their minds and grievances in their hearts.

Being held at gunpoint, he didn't dare to make the slightest move to resist.

Tower climbers on the 100th floor or so, unless they have very clever rare props or unique treasures, it is difficult for them to be opponents of firearms.

As the three were escorted out, it was Mi Lai's turn to search. The knife-wielding gangster was slightly startled when he saw her eyes, and looked back at the man holding the gun outside the shelf.

The gunman caught the eye and came over to check. He was stunned when he saw Mi Lailai and stood there in a daze for a while.

After coming back to his senses, he picked up the gun and pointed it at his companion.

"boom!"

The unsuspecting gangster's shot head was like a bursting watermelon, with juices flying everywhere.

The remaining gangster slashed the gunman's arm with a machete and screamed. The shotgun fell to the ground, and the two gangsters struggled with each other.

The man, man, and woman outside the shelf were all shocked when they saw this scene.

Mi Lailai said innocently: "Didn't you say you want to attract their attention? Is this considered a success?"

He picked up the shotgun from the ground with one hand and fired one shot at each of the two gangsters who were struggling.

Two watermelons burst open.

Wang Wen, who had eaten and drank enough, wiped his mouth, held the gun, and said lightly: "Forget it."

Mi Lailai said to Wang Min happily: "Little brother, are you okay?"

Wang Min thought for a moment, then picked up the gangster's machete and cut the rope binding the three people.

The first man immediately picked up his [Silent Dagger], rubbed his belly and thanked Wang Min: "Thank you, brother, otherwise we would have been annihilated."

Wang Min turned around and glanced at Mi Lailai, who was searching blood next to the gangster. He shook his head and said, "Even without me, it would be impossible for the entire army to be wiped out."

While talking, Mi Lailai wiped his bloody hands and walked forward and said cheerfully to Wang Min: "I'm fine too. What will you do next, little warrior brother?"

Wang Wen walked out without saying a word, carrying the gun.

Mi Lailai leaned against his arm and walked out without saying a word.

Any gangsters who came up to me on the road were knocked down. The feeling of shooting was obviously getting better and better, and the aim became more and more accurate.

After several waves of conflict, the gangster organization realized that the hard bones here could not be chewed and several teeth were broken, so they quickly called for reinforcements.

I don’t know why it takes such a large scale to rob a supermarket.

As it turns out, reinforcements show up in the form of a new gunman!

There is more than one gun in this group of gangsters!

But as soon as the gunman showed up, Mi Lailai raised his hand.

The man's eyes were dazed for a moment.

Wang Min accurately seized this opportunity, raised his hand and shot half of the gunman's jaw and most of his neck.

Seeing the opponent tilting his head and falling down without firing a shot, Wang Wen weighed the shotgun in his hand with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

The accuracy is still not good enough, the bullets are too scattered, and it is difficult to control at a slightly farther distance.

He suddenly missed the shotgun he had gotten from Qin Wu Zheng, the stranded young master of Tiansheng.

It is powerful and has a straight trajectory. That is the weapon that men should use.

Although reloading is a little more troublesome. .

While Wang Min was thinking about it, she kept walking to the spot where the gunman fell and groping with her hands and feet. She sighed that the other party was so considerate. Knowing that she had run out of ammunition after firing continuously, she quickly sent someone to deliver the goods.

The two men, one man, two women, two or three people hiding behind looked at each other in confusion.

Looking at the two people who seemed to be fearless in front of them, a thought suddenly came to my mind: What a brave couple!