Chapter 291 Battle for the Cloak (End)

Fortunately, Feng Bujue drank a survival point supplement before making his move, and he escaped. Otherwise, he might have died of exhaustion due to overloading his skills.

However, his physical fitness value finally returned to zero, and he immediately felt his whole body lose strength, and his body fell uncontrollably.

At the same time, the doubled power of the virtual flash also completely dispersed the Pegasus Comet Fist and engulfed Qisha's figure.

"God... I can't believe it..." Gordon put down the telescope and exclaimed as he looked at the black shock wave that broke through the sky.

The well-informed Nightwing also looked surprised. This time, even he wanted to find heroes outside Gotham City to help.

"Chief! Did you see it! My God!" The police officers on the two helicopters could see more clearly. At this moment, they were holding walkie-talkies and describing the wonders they saw incoherently.

After the collision of the two extreme moves, a rough deep ravine appeared on the roof of Wayne Tower, and the two people who used the moves had fallen to the ground.

Qisha lay on his back, breathing heavily. In those few seconds when he was directly hit by the virtual flash, his body felt as if he had been hit by magma? It was like watering, and I felt like all the cells in my body were about to evaporate.

After the virtual flash, the bat suit on his body was in tatters and sixty to seventy percent destroyed. However, the game suit he wore underneath was almost intact under the protection of the system.

If the bat suit on Qisha was bought from the "Scare Box", then the legendary item would not be easily damaged no matter what. But right now, the Batsuit he wears is a piece of equipment that was acquired locally in the script and cannot be taken out. In other words, this set of equipment is in the "DC universe environment" where it was originally located, so it is not protected by the system, but continues to obey the inherent physical laws of this universe.

For example, the same reason applies to the cold-blooded armor being destroyed by an RPG. If there is a version of the cold-blooded armor that can bring out the script, then as long as this armor is put on by the player, it may not be broken even if it is hit by a missile (of course. The player still has to swallow the part that exceeds the defense) ). But you can’t deviate from the version of the script, you have to follow the settings of the current world. Its materials always have a limit of endurance, and the destructive power exceeding this limit can destroy it.

"Hehehe...hahahaha..." After Qisha regained his breath, he laughed loudly to the sky: "I still have such a trump card...hahahahaha..." He laughed and stood up: "How can this be unreasonable... ..." His laughter revealed a kind of happiness from the heart, but also a little helpless: "I really can't guess you."

Chirp——

A white light shot suddenly.

Feng Bujue lay on his side and used his last bit of strength to launch the attack with the frozen pulse gun.

His posture at this time was quite strange. His head is tilted to the right, drooping on the ground; his two arms are stretched out at a 90-degree angle to his body, with his right arm touching the ground and his left arm pressing on his right arm... Only in this posture can he shoot while lying down. .

"Tch... so difficult to deal with..." Qisha hadn't fully stood up when he was hit by the freezing ray. The impact point of the freezing ray was on his leg, and it spread rapidly from there, causing Qisha to be frozen in a half-crouched position with his knees bent.

Feng Bujue's side was also miserable. This was the first time he experienced the feeling of zero survival value. To describe it, it's like when a person has a nightmare, his whole body can't use any strength, and he can only act in a anxious state.

Shooting while lying down is not because Brother Jue thinks this posture is cool. It's because he can't even sit up now. The strength he concentrated and gritted his teeth to suppress was only enough to press the trigger of the frozen pulse gun.

All he can do now is maintain the output of the beam and pray that it can pass through the diffusion effect of the freezing ray. Freeze Qisha's entire body in the ice, so that he can suffocate the opponent to death.

Unexpectedly...a situation that no one wanted to see happened at this moment.

After continuously outputting the beam for dozens of seconds. The pulse gun ran out of power...

Two seconds after the beam stopped, there was a snap, and Feng Bujue let go of his hand, letting the pulse gun fall to the ground.

In the night sky, the evening breeze blew gently...

Qisha stood in a half-crouched position with his knees bent. The soles of his feet to his chest were sealed in ice. Only his head and right forearm could move.

And Feng Bujue was lying on the ground, as motionless as a dead pig. He repeatedly said the same word - "Fake" with his eyes.

"Okay, I'll deal with you after the ice melts." Qisha said calmly.

"When I regain my physical strength, you will be the one who dies." Feng Bujue replied not to be outdone. His voice sounded like he had just swallowed a mouthful of mustard, making it difficult for anyone to listen.

"When the people on the helicopter see our behavior, they will definitely report it. Soon the police and superheroes will come here to clear the place. At that time, they will definitely break the ice in order to arrest me." Qisha said : "When I break out of the ice, I just need to rush to your side with all my strength, and just make up for it with a knife, and you will be finished."

"Your analytical skills are too poor." Feng Bujue was still struggling to say this, but his voice had recovered a bit: "After the people who cleared the place came, as long as I lie here and act as if I had just been A rape expression. Then...before you came out of the ice, I was already carried to the street, put into an ambulance and driven away."

"Okay... you are pushing too hard." Qisha moved his right hand vigorously and reluctantly bent his elbow so that his forearm was slightly bent towards his torso. A white light flashed and he successfully took out a pistol from his bag.

"Ha! Make it look like you can hit someone." Feng Bujue laughed before the other party fired.

In fact, the distance between the two is less than 20 meters, but Seven Kills' shooting specialization is only E-level (the special effects of the Batman suit have disappeared at this time), and the posture of the forearm is restricted, it is indeed difficult to hit. Goal.

"I advise you not to push yourself too hard. If you shoot like this, the recoil may break your arm." Feng Bujue mocked confidently: "According to my guess, your Excellency is only extremely strong in combat specialization. The other specializations are not that good. However, the shooting specialization is relatively easy to practice from level n/a to level e. All you need to do is prepare a gun and take it out for fun from time to time. You are already level 31. So I guess you are level E..." When he said this, he tried to support the ground with his hands. Finally, he successfully sat up: "According to my understanding of DC comics, the Batarang has a tracking function, but it needs to cooperate with the positioning system in the Bat helmet to do it. The reason why your previous exploratory attack was accurate was That right? But now, I see that your helmet is also damaged... Even if the dart you throw can hit with just the strength of your wrist, it won't be able to kill me."

Brother Jue took a few deep breaths and looked at the game menu. The recovery of physical fitness is slower than expected, much slower. It seems that once the physical fitness returns to zero, the damage caused is not just as simple as the data. It's like being a football player in real life. When your physical strength is low on the court, you have to walk and run to adjust; if you continue to run without hesitation, it may lead to physical exhaustion. By then, cramps may be considered minor, but shock may occur.

Thriller Paradise restores this reality to a certain extent. In this game, regaining strength after losing strength, and slowly recovering when there is still a little strength left are completely different things.

"So. You chose the gun." Feng Bujue continued what he just said: "But I said, with your current situation, this attempt is in vain."

Qisha also sighed: "Huh...it seems like I should really practice my marksmanship in the game."

"What?" Feng Bujue's detective instinct always made him have some conditioned reflexes to seek death, just as the other party spoke. A second later, Brother Jue also blurted out: "Are you a policeman? A soldier? A member of a shooting or hunting association?"

Qisha was still surprised, and Feng Bujue added, "It seems like you don't want others to know about your expression. Are you a killer? A spy? An older young man who was poisoned by an amusement machine?"

"Uh..." Qisha was in a dilemma where it was difficult to answer.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter, and I'm not interested either." Feng Bujue said, raising his hand with difficulty. He took out the endless grenade magazine from his bag.

Seeing the other party take out a grenade, Qisha felt that something was wrong. He asked tentatively: "Brother Crazy, in your current state, can you really throw a grenade over?"

Feng Bujue took out the anti-gravity catapult again: "I don't need to think about this kind of problem at all. I only need to know the time between pulling out the fuse and the explosion, the speed of the grenade flying in a straight line, and the distance between you and me. Just three measurements are enough." He breathed a sigh of relief: "The following calculations can be done by elementary school students."

"What do you mean..." Qisha's eyes were fixed on the anti-gravity catapult in the opponent's hand. Although he had not seen the specific function of this thing, he could guess a thing or two after listening to Feng Bujue's words.

"Haha... It means that your situation is not good." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "After eating my false move (the system prompts him to learn the name of the random skill), you haven't drank the survival drink yet. It's worth the supplement." As he spoke, he was ready to launch. "If you think that with full health, you can take the explosion damage of two Mark II grenades at close range without dying, then you can do it now. You can drink it, otherwise... I advise you to save some game coins."

When Feng Bujue said the first half of the sentence, Qisha quickly reached out and took out the blood bottle after being reminded by him. However, after hearing the second half of the sentence, he thought for a few seconds and put the blood bottle back. .

"Hmph...haha..." Qisha smiled in relief, and he shook his head: "Crazy but not aware...I will remember this ID this time."

"Goodbye, one-on-one activist." Feng Bujue said, pulling out the grenade fuse.

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Real world, S city, L park.

The park was already deserted at night, but a swing deep in the park was still swaying.

"Is it over yet?" Vincent hooked his hands on the iron chains on both sides of the swing, making the swing swing back and forth slightly.

"Hey hey hey... You talk to me in such a boring tone, you probably have a conspiracy..." Woody's figure suddenly appeared two meters in front of Vincent. He did not answer the question raised by the other party, but He looked around, and then pointed to another swing on Vincent's right: "That's the 'Death Swing', right?" He paused: "You sit on that ordinary swing and put on a relaxed posture. The pleasant appearance and psychological suggestion are actually meant to lure me to sit next to you and chat with you, and then I will be bounced into shit by the death swing."

"Ha..." Vincent couldn't help but laugh: "Sigh... It seems that this level of deception can only deceive Sid."

"I'm also curious...is this thing really as powerful as the legend says?" Woody said, looking at the swing.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Vincent replied.

"Oh...hehehe..." Woody smiled knowingly. He had the answer the moment he heard the question: "The last guy who was sent to recycle the swing died because of his bad skills, right?"

"That's why I want to lure you over and try the power of this swing." Vincent said.

"Hehehehe... This is as inexplicable as the last time you tried to kill me with the 'One-Hit Tomato'." Woody smiled, "Let's talk about the bet, Feng Bujue has already won. Hehehehehe... ..." He couldn't help but laugh evilly at the end.

"Sure enough, he won..." Vincent continued calmly. Judging from his expression, he had already expected this result.

"You must be very proud now." Woody said.

"Small, this kind of happy emotion from the heart, is it something that you and I can ask for?" Vincent responded.

Woody saw the other party doing Tai Chi with him, so he made it clear: "Before I came here, I spent about ten seconds to fully speculate on your plan." He said: "I think this plan mainly consists of two Partially composed... First, through these forty-eight hours of concessions, Li Ruoyu can continue to maintain an above-average strength level and prevent her from entering the strongest group prematurely. Her game time is already relatively restrained. Two days. The loss is not too big, is it?"

Vincent smiled and basically acquiesced.

"Secondly, you ask us to bet on the object of this battle, which naturally has a purpose." Woody said: "The gathering of six strong men in a melee is a good thing for their growth. Even the loser , it cannot be said that nothing is gained, just the experience of fighting against top masters is already rare." His expression changed slightly: "And the most critical point is... with a script like this, the final winner will definitely be reborn. Improvement. Hehehe..." He laughed for a while: "It seems that you want to take this opportunity to create someone who can compete with Gui Xiao."

"What's wrong with this?" Vincent asked.

"Tsk, tsk, you have ulterior motives, hehe..." There was a chill in Woody's obscene laughter. "Before the game is about to enter the middle stage, the original structure of the top combat power is broken. This is laying the groundwork for 'chaos'."

"Are you willing to see Gui Xiao alone?" Vincent said with a smile.

"Hehe... That's not true, but if I have a choice now. I will be like you and let the person who bets stay behind the leading group, in a safer and more advantageous position. Instead of showing the edge too early ." Woody replied.

"It's better to blame me than to blame Feng Bujue." Vincent said: "Even you yourself don't know how far this chess piece in your hand can go...then is he still a chess piece?"

"Hmph..." Woody adjusted his glasses, "I never looked at him as a chess piece from the beginning... People like Feng Bujue are destined to be chess players, not chess pieces.

It can only be played, not controlled. "

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A few minutes ago, the game world, Gotham City.

Feng Bujue launched both grenades, sending Qi Sha away from the script.

As the status of "Dead" appeared next to Qisha's name in the enemy team column, the system prompt also sounded: "The current mission has been completed, and all main missions have been completed."

The item [Become the only surviving player in the scenario] on the task bar is also checked.

[You have completed the script and it will be automatically transferred after 180 seconds]

"Huh..." Feng Bujue stood up unsteadily, looking at the night sky and letting out a long breath.

When the physical fitness value returned to above 30 points at an extremely slow speed, he felt much better. At least he could sit, sit, stand, and walk without any problems. It seems that this value is a hurdle. When the player's physical energy is exhausted, the period from 0 to 30 is regarded as an implicit debuff state.

"It seems that your matter has been settled. Now it's time to settle the score between us." At this time, Yeyi's voice came.

Feng Bujue looked back and saw six or seven heroes of the Divine Network standing in a row, looking majestic.

"Tim is not dead." Feng Bujue said: "The video is fake. He is still alive in the hands of Two-Face. Mr. Dent and I want to frame the Penguin and anger you. So that he can become The underground king, and I... can take advantage of you to lose your mind and rush out to loot the Batcave. Of course, all my original plans were disrupted later."

In just a few sentences, the amount of information is quite large. When the heroes heard the words, their expressions changed, with surprise, joy, and doubt accounting for about 30% each. In the end, Yeyi, who was still the leader, stood up and replied: "Even if what you said is true, it is also true that you killed the police and assisted Two-Face. You..." Before he could finish his words, he was killed by Feng Bujue's move. stunned.

Brother Jue didn't do anything else, he just took out a tattered cloak.

"There are some things that Bruce can never teach you." Feng Bujue did not put on the cloak, but just held a corner of the cloth in one hand and let it fly in the air.

"Don't talk to me about the so-called 'crime.'" Brother Jue's tone became more ups and downs: "There are many people in this city who you regard as lunatics, and they spread anarchy and a crazy way of life.

But as long as they still know deep down what anarchism is and what madness is, it still cannot be called complete madness.

Such a group of people can still understand what "crime" is. "

As he spoke, he backed away from the edge of the building, "But I... am different from them." He showed a strange smile: "My existence is a symbol of anarchy and madness."

"What are you going to do!" Yeyi seemed to realize something and quickly stepped forward and approached Feng Bujue.

"Sinners can be punished, but evil will never be destroyed. Evil itself cannot be judged, and those who are tempted and fall by it will never be extinct." Feng Bujue had already reached the edge of the rooftop at this time, and he would fall if he took a step back. , but he still smiled fearlessly, holding the cloak fluttering in the air with one hand, "I asked my opponent to take off this cloak because I don't want to fight with someone wearing this."

"Listen, jump down from here..." Yeyi also saw what Feng Bujue was going to do, and he began to persuade him.

"Those who defend justice will bear the faith and responsibility represented by this cloak." Feng Bujue took the last step, "And those who pursue chaos will eventually return to chaos."

Yeyi rushed forward, trying to grab Feng Bujue, but he only caught the cloak that was thrown out by him.

The maniacal laughter floated wildly in the wind, gradually drifting away in the night sky as Feng Bujue fell.

But in the end, no body fell to the ground...

The madness of that moment seemed to last forever. (To be continued...)