Chapter 73: A Strong Man Breaks His Wrist

Rather than being said to be a team, it is better to say that it is a temporary group put together by several groups. There are about twenty people in total, all of whom are Japanese players.

Among the thugs and players, a beautiful girl wearing a Fujimi Gakuen white-green short skirt with two long brown hair like tentacles on her head was leaning against a damaged white car in a state of embarrassment.

The girl's expression was extremely painful, her hands were tightly covering her right calf, and blood was constantly flowing out from between her fingers.

It was Rei Miyamoto who Luo Jie had rescued in Class B, Grade 2, Fujimi Academy.

After the dead body crisis at Fujimi Academy was resolved, Miyamoto Rei and more than two dozen classmates from the same school were organized into a "survivor self-rescue team."

To be fair, she was actually a little resistant. After all, she couldn't trust these so-called "survivors" of unknown origins from the bottom of her heart, and she especially hated the way some of them looked at her.

It's like appraising a piece of goods.

She originally wanted to propose being put into a group with Komuro Takashi, but when she saw that the culprit who caused her to repeat a grade, Koichi Zito, was also put into that group, she swallowed back what she originally wanted to say. In this way, he was taken out of the school by a group of unknown "survivors".

Witnessing the fall of the entire city, Miyamoto Rei had to accept the fact that the end of the world was coming, and took up arms and tried to force herself to integrate into this "survivor self-rescue group" that didn't seem to be so harmonious internally.

However, on the way to escape, her classmates encountered accidents one after another, and Miyamoto Rei noticed that these so-called "survivors" didn't seem to care about their life or death - or that they didn't care about other students except her. life and death, and even somewhat happy to see the death of those students.

This unreasonable situation made her suspicious of these so-called "survivors" who were all using extraordinary force.

Finally this morning, Rei Miyamoto took advantage of the chaos caused by a small group of corpses and quietly left the team.

However, it didn't take long for the other party to find her whereabouts.

During the chase between the two sides, Rei Miyamoto accidentally ran into a street, but was shot in the calf by a sudden bullet.

Only then did she notice that she seemed to have broken into the territory of a group of armed thugs.

The "survivors" who arrived later seemed still unwilling to let her go, and they started a stalemate with the armed thugs across dozens of meters of street.

Fortunately, due to the presence of thousands of dead bodies in the surrounding neighborhoods, both sides of the confrontation were able to restrain themselves. Apart from a few warning shots at the beginning, no real exchange of fire occurred.

"Damn! Fujiwara, didn't I tell you to be optimistic about Miyamoto Rei, the mission NPC?" A Japanese man with a mustache slapped a young man in the team on the face.

The young man knelt on his knees, lowered his head and said in fear: "I'm really sorry, captain, the situation was too chaotic. Hundreds of dead bodies rushed out so suddenly. I didn't expect that Rei Miyamoto, who had always been so obedient, would actually Escape..."

A middle-aged man with a kind face stepped forward, put his arm around the shoulders of the kneeling young man from behind, and persuaded the bearded man: "Okay, Captain Mitarai, young people will inevitably make some mistakes, and we have to help them grow up." time. And he was right, Miyamoto Rei was so cooperative along the way that we all relaxed our vigilance..."

Another strong man with dark skin also intervened at this time: "Captain Mitarashi, I have no problem with you punishing your teammates, but now everything must be prioritized... The problem we need to face now is, this Miyamoto Will Li save her or not?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the stadium fell into silence, and none of the captain-level figures said anything.

The situation before him was obvious - if he wanted to rescue Miyamoto Rei, he had to run nearly a hundred meters back and forth against the fire from the opposite side.

When I went there, it was okay to say that most of the players present were able to easily run 100 meters in 10 seconds, but when I came back, I had to carry a wounded person with limited leg and foot skills.

At this time, if the thugs on the opposite side shoot without hesitation, if they hit Miyamoto Rei and trigger her to become a BOSS, I am afraid that most of the players present will have to answer here.

But if they leave Miyamoto Rei alone, they will automatically give up the main mission. According to the rules, they will be deducted 10,000 points multiplied by Miyamoto Rei's point coefficient, which is 20,000 points.

This huge number is unbearable for most people present - not only is it equivalent to getting nothing from this illusion, but it will even have to pay off the debt next time in the illusion.

"It would be nice if that guy Hiiwa was here." Mitarai, the man with the mustache, suddenly let out a rather regretful sigh.

Fei Yan is the captain of the Red Rock Mountain Team, the bearded man who killed two members before.

Among all the Japanese teams this time, he is one of the few senior players whose development direction is the main tank. The bright red armor on his body is a rare F-level purple quality armor, and he also has a side from China. A blue quality tiger head buckler traded from players.

If this person were here, the meager firepower on the opposite side would probably not be worth mentioning.

Several other captains also nodded in agreement, UU Reading ｗｗ.uukanshu． Net is of course not the same as the egg.

"Captain Mitarai, it's not good!" A thin young man ducked around the cars lying on the street, hurriedly ran to the man with the mustache, and said: "Two blocks away, a large number of dead bodies are approaching. Gathered here, there seems to be an elite monster 'tank' mentioned in the mission description, which is more than three meters tall and is particularly conspicuous among the corpses! "

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed when they heard this.

"It was those gunshots just now!" Captain Mitarai the Mustache hammered the car door next to him in annoyance, took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, we can't wait any longer, we must hurry up and get it now. Come up with an idea! Otherwise, when the corpses arrive, there will be thugs in front of us and dead bodies behind us, and we will be attacked from both sides!"

"Retreat." The strong man with dark skin said decisively: "To borrow an old Chinese saying, if you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood... If you lose points, you can save more, but if you lose your life, you will really lose it."

"Agree." "I agree too."

The other captains raised their hands one after another to express their support.

"Since everyone says so, let's withdraw."

Although he was very reluctant to be deducted 20,000 points, Captain Mitarai still understood the importance of it. Without the decisiveness of a strong man to cut off his wrist at a critical moment, he would not have survived to this day in the dangerous fantasy world.

"Then...these students?"

A Japanese player looked at the few remaining Fujimi Academy students not far away. At this moment, these boys and girls were hiding behind a pickup truck in fear.

A cruel smile appeared on Captain Mitarai's face, and he made a throat-cutting movement with his horizontal palm.

"Since the mission has been abandoned, there is no need to act anymore, right?"