Chapter 345 Open Your Mouth

"Ho ho—"

Bob's neck was firmly pinched by the cold armored palm, his huge body was suspended in the air, the veins on his pitch-black face were bulging, his facial features were crooked, his mouth was unconsciously half-opened, struggling to absorb oxygen.

His right arm has been twisted into a twist, pale bone fragments pierced the skin, pierced out, and a pool of blood has accumulated on the steps leading to the church.

That piece of sleeping life is quietly floating on the pool of blood.

His left hand was resting weakly on Miss Chai's palm, trying to detach the opponent's fingers from his neck.

However, the strength of the Qing'e Armor depends on the strength of the spirit within it,

Miss Chai is no longer what she used to be after absorbing part of the yin energy from the fog.

Not to mention that Bob is a mere mysticism player, even if he is a fighting player who specializes in tempering his body, he can't even think about gaining an advantage in pure strength.

"wait!"

Seeing that Bob was about to be strangled to death by the stand-in who popped out suddenly, John Joyce and others beside him panicked, took a step forward, and hurriedly said: "Don't kill him!"

Li Ang turned his head slowly, looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

John Joyce's heart beat inexplicably, and dense cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

Facing Li Ang's gaze, he felt as if he was being stared at by an emotionless monster in human skin.

This sense of oppression... After he became a player, how long has he not felt it?

John Joyce withdrew his somewhat dazed mind, and said hastily: "Although this seems to be a script task mainly solving puzzles, the setting of five players,

It is enough to prove that in this mission, there is very likely to be a battle with five people.

Any combat power is precious. "

"hehe,"

Li Ang smiled indifferently, "You didn't seem to say that just now."

John Joyce was silent for a while, and argued: "I'm very sorry, in fact, I also object to what Bob did just now. Teammates should trust each other..."

"I think so too."

Li Ang directly interrupted the other party's words, walked slowly step by step to Bob who was on the verge of suffocation, picked up the sleep life biscuit on the ground,

And took over the double-barreled shotgun that originally belonged to the black old man from Miss Chai.

Name: Brilliant Fireworks Shotgun

Type: Weapon

Quality: excellent

Attack Power: Medium

Special effect: fireworks burst. Pull the trigger to fire two fireworks from the barrel. Fireworks will explode automatically when they touch a solid surface or advance 200 meters, sputtering metal fragments with a temperature of 1500c in the arc range

Consumption: 5% of the total amount of blood in the body, 200 points of stamina

Cooldown: None

Equipment condition: The total amount of blood in the body exceeds 3000ml

Remarks: Fireworks rising, seen from below? Or from the side?

Li Ang nodded and praised, "It's a good thing."

In the script world of the killing field game, teammates can trade items, and they can also use equipment and props handed over by others.

But the premise of all this is that both parties must be completely voluntary and cannot be coerced or held hostage.

Otherwise, the equipment and props in hand are just what their appearance shows, and the special effects in them cannot be used-this can prevent low-level players from being coerced by high-level teammates in script missions and have to hand over all Equip props.

The setting of "completely voluntary" is really mysterious,

According to the tests of some large organizations, giving players drugs or mind control cannot be regarded as absolutely voluntary.

Li Ang can't use this piece of equipment himself, nor can he put it in the package.

But that didn't stop him from wiping the shotgun casually and hanging it on the gun pouch around his waist - I can't use it, and you can't take it away either.

Li Ang's movements are natural and smooth, like a habitual criminal with rich experience in committing crimes,

He looked up at Bob who was on the verge of suffocation, weighed the piece of sleeping life in his hand, and said coldly: "I heard that you wanted to give me this just now?"

Miss Chai stretched out her fist tacitly, and gave an uppercut to Bob's chest, which dented his chest. I don't know how many ribs were broken, and the crackling sound resounded unknowingly.

After an uppercut, Miss Chai moderately loosened the grip on Bob's neck,

The latter, whose chest was severely injured, felt the pain in his chest almost bursting, his eyes were dark, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't see or hear anything at all.

"I, I was wrong..."

Bob, who can't see or hear, said with difficulty, "I shouldn't be trying to control you... Ahem, I'm actually a member of the Midnight Brotherhood, and I'm willing to spend four thousand , No! Five thousand game currency to buy my own life."

Bob didn't want to die at all. Before he became a player, he was just a fresh meat store worker living in a slum with a low salary.

No wife and no children (to be precise, he had a girlfriend and an illegitimate child many years ago, but after his girlfriend got pregnant, he disappeared),

Live a life of hardship.

After becoming a player, he turned around and became a guest of the underground gang in the local city. He not only moved out of the slums, but also owned a luxury sports car and a charming partner.

Become a master in the true sense.

Bob, who has just begun to taste the life of a superior person, cannot die here anyway, he hasn't enjoyed enough yet.

"Five thousand game currency, heh, it's really a big deal."

Li Ang shook his head with a smile. He would not accept the other party's deal—this meant exposing his player nickname to a hostile organization.

He has a better way of controlling the other party,

"Open your mouth."

Li Ang said coldly, and asked Miss Chai to put Bob on the ground, and with brute force, pried open the black old man's mouth.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

Bob was lying on his back, his upper and lower jaws were forcibly separated, and there was even a severe pain in the corner of his mouth being torn apart.

I could only struggle and yell indistinctly: "It's useless! This sleep-life biscuit is useless to me!

If I didn't trade it to you voluntarily, this biscuit won't trigger special effects! "

"Who said I'm going to feed you cookies?"

Li Ang shook his head, "You should feel lucky, Brother Dao, I'm old and can't lift a sword anymore.

If it were you who were hostile to me before, now you should be torn apart and chopped thinner than dumpling fillings.

But if I don't kill you, it doesn't mean I can't do anything to you..."

Li Ang said casually, and dragged out from the void a fat, fleshy worm that was covered in unknown foul-smelling mucus,

into Bob's mouth,

"Come on, take your medicine."