Chapter 157 A Power that Does Not Belong to This World, the Little Black Hand!

What Mike needs is the money from the players.

But there is no way for players to plunder directly.

Even if a player dies, the items on him will be recycled.

Even the identity of the player is the same.

Not to mention the other things on him.

In essence, it is recycling.

Some players died, and the items in their backpacks were not processed in time and finally belonged to the game.

In this way, everything returns to the system.

The system may feedback these props or abilities to other players in a way that other players don’t know.

The total number will not change.

Even a player as strong as Mike can’t change this fact.

It can only be done in a gentler way.

Slowly squeeze the interests between players.

Seeing that Mike didn’t seem to interfere with the fights between players, everyone just let go and fought.

"It was you just now. If it weren't for you, I would have gotten the flag a long time ago. Why should I spend money to buy it now? You're dead!"

"Fuck you, if you had handed over the flag honestly, I could have left just now, right?"

"Why didn't you hand it over to me earlier? Is it because you don't like it?"

"And you, I've been displeased with you for a long time!"

Soon, the players started fighting again.

Mike watched all this with interest.

In the game, sometimes it's more comfortable than the real world.

In the real world, there are also dangers of hot weapons.

As a result, these players dare not be too ostentatious.

What do you say you can fly, and your body can be compared to Superman?

Then you want to rule a country or something, sorry, this kind of thing is impossible.

Or it's almost impossible to happen openly.

A company of firepower can beat the players to pieces.

Not to mention the fighters, tanks, and even missiles behind.

At this stage, players don't have the qualifications at all.

In the real world, the power of the country is still above all else.

Nothing else is enough.

As a result, players still need to be timid in the real world.

Even every country has an official organization to monitor extraordinary people.

Longguo has one, and Mike and his team certainly have one.

Although it is not as strict as Longguo, it still makes Mike and his team feel uncomfortable.

Almost everyone has a case in the police station...

Once an extraordinary event occurs, the database will be directly retrieved without evidence.

If there is a match, it will be directly arrested.

If you dare to resist, you will be treated as treason.

At that time, it will not be simply players against players. It is very likely that players will face the top technological power of a country.

In the end, you don’t know how you died.

But now it’s different, in the game world.

No problem even if the players destroy it.

These are not the real world, and there will be no punishment for destroying the game world.

It’s completely a local tyrant.

Now, Mike is the local tyrant, watching these people fighting to death just to win a chance to survive.

Whether life or death is in his own hands.

What else can be more enjoyable than this?

"Why hasn't the task been completed yet?"

Gradually, Mike had fewer and fewer flags.

The players were almost dead.

The players who could afford to buy flags had already left.

And the remaining players simply couldn't afford the flags.

"Okay, it's almost time."

"Everyone give me 10,000 to get a chance to survive."

"I'll say it again!"

Just like before, Mike started his final harvest.

These people shouldn't be able to buy the flags in his hands even if he killed them.

In this case, don't waste time.

It's time to find the next batch of targets.

There are still many active players here, and these players are all living leeks in Mike's eyes.

If you don't take action, they will all run away.

Soon, the surviving players began to pay one after another.

Of course, there are also players who really can't afford 10,000 extraordinary coins.

It's not that the other party is not afraid of Mike.

But before entering the game, all the money on him was used to buy equipment and potions.

There is really nothing left.

Mike also sent the other party away very considerately.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

After a scream, Mike flew away.

Seeing Mike finally leave, many surviving players were on the verge of collapse.

"It's gone, everything is gone."

"There's no money left, and there's no way to complete the mission. We'll all die here."

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have participated in this mission."

"This mission is simply a huge pit. No one who comes in can leave intact."

The players sat on the ground in despair.

Even the players in the Blood Corpse Camp were not interested in attacking the remaining players.

What's the use of them being stronger without the flag.

Aren't they just staying here?

It's over, everything is over...

The ground began to shake.

Then it began to crack.

This situation appeared in every corner of the city.

The earth seemed to crack.

Unlike the previous battle with Mike, this time there was no sign.

The ground broke.

"What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"

"Could it be that the scary guy is back again?"

"No, that's not right. That guy just flew over there. How could we be..."

"Look ahead!"

Suddenly, a huge tentacle rose from the ground.

Then the second and the third...

More and more tentacles appeared, waving randomly.

The players alive on the ground naturally became the targets of these tentacles.

A huge sound came.

It seemed as if the ground was about to be torn apart.

There was a collapse in the center of the battlefield, and then a huge eyeball slowly appeared in the air.

"What is that? It's as good as an eye!"

"Ugh..."

"Why do I feel like something is coming out of my body."

"No, why is my body deformed? I didn't eat mutant cells?"

There was a glowing figure on the huge eyeball, shuttling back and forth on the eyeball.

Every shuttle would leave a terrible wound on the surface of the eyeball.

But the flesh and blood in the eyeball were replenished soon.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was back to normal.

Above the eyeball, countless black hands appeared and grabbed towards the angel-like Ange.

But they disappeared before they touched Ange.

"How can there be the power of the evil god here!"

"What is going on? Aren't the monsters here caused by cell mutation?"

Ange has no extra thoughts now.

He just wants to figure out what is going on now.

Why does the angel shadow on his body have a damage-enhancing effect on the huge eyeball in front of him!