(Warning: This chapter contains gruesome descriptions and scenes)
The next second, the container wall was penetrated by the masked killer’s bare hands as if it were made of thin paper, and a dark red pupil appeared in the gap.
It was not so much an eye but an eye-shape mechanism for focusing, shooting, and scanning. He quickly locked onto the four people in this space, one hand peeling the wall like peeling an orange and holding a huge axe in the other hand. The axe blade was stained with blood flesh and internal organs. The blood dripped onto the ground as he stepped forward, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.
At the same time, Cen Zhen was doing the same action as the masked killer at the other end of the container. He broke the wall with a punch and opened the gap to a size that one person could pass through. Then soon followed up with a side slide and got out of the cell like the wind flowing through one’s fingertips.
The masked killer did not chase him. In his eyes, all slaves were the same, just pigs and sheep to be slaughtered. He raised his axe high towards Shouhe, but saw the slave take out his ID card from his pocket, “You’re not allowed to hurt me.”
“……” The masked killer paused and then said mechanically as if he had finished calculating: “The identity characteristics are contrary to the purification task. The purification task has a higher priority than the identity characteristics, and the characteristics are invalid.”
“What?!” Shouhe grabbed YaoJin’s hand and pounced into the corner of the wall, barely avoiding the huge axe that could crack the ground. YaoJin’s face almost hit the ground straight on. Before he could stand firm, the masked killer had already swung his weapon again, with the sound of whistling wind, and came straight towards Shouhe’s head.
This attack naturally missed again. Shouhe jumped in the air and dodged the blow barely brushing the axe. The werewolf was hiding nearby and was almost affected, but masked men were everywhere outside, which was even more dangerous. After thinking about it, he decided to hide in the corner holding his 24-inch LCD monitor, and said nothing.
“I should have gone with Cen Zhen earlier.” Shouhe looked at the ‘brothel customer’ who had to rest every 500 meters he took, and suddenly an idea came to him. Before the masked killer launched another attack, he kicked him into the gap where Cen Zhen was running away, and then pushed YaoJin into the bed, “Hold on to the bed and don’t fall off!”
YaoJin uttered an ah in confusion and was about to ask where he could hold on to the bare bedboard. However, in a split second, he saw Shouhe pick up the bottom of the bed with one hand and grab his legs with the other hand, and then he stood up with him and the bed, and rushed forward to push a big hole in the container wall, and then ran out without looking back.
Werewolf: “……”
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As expected by Cen Zhen, after the masked killer entered the Slave Arena, the battle immediately became fierce. Not only were the masked men killing crazily and cruelly, but the war slaves were also wielding butcher knives at their companions in order to survive.
Especially in this crowded and relatively peaceful Red-light District, blood and broken limbs were everywhere, and the ears were filled with screams and the sound of sharp blades and bullets piercing flesh and bones.
Cen Zhen’s eyes were almost dyed red, and he could no longer smell anything other than blood. A bullet grazed his left leg and scratched his skin. Cen Zhen did not stop for this, but then three bullets came in a row from the same angle. Two shots missed, and the third shot grazed again, leaving a hot and stinging scar on Cen Zhen’s left arm.
“……” According to his observation, all the masked men used large melee weapons that were extremely deterrent in terms of sensory perception, such as spiked maces, hammers, or axes. Only slaves could hide in the dark and fire bullets like this.
Cen Zhen was not some kind person who would let go of someone after they shot four bullets at him. In the few seconds after being attacked, he had already determined the location of the other party. If it weren’t for the restriction on the character card that prohibited the use of weapons, he could have picked up a gun on the spot and made the idiot’s head explode in three seconds.
——Unfortunately, there is no if.
He chose a nearby shelter, and after getting close to the wall, he found two corpses lying at his feet. One of them had his abdominal cavity completely opened, with white ribs exposed, and organs, intestines, flesh and some red and yellow objects all flowing out. The other corpse was obviously the culprit of the disgusting and miserable scene in front of him. His fingernails were as sharp as knives, one arm was covered in blood, and there were still scraps of meat at the corners of his mouth. The back of his head was smashed and his brain was splattered. It was very likely that he was attacked by other war slaves while enjoying the spoils.
In theory, cold shots should be fired at different locations like in a guerrilla war, otherwise it is easy to be discovered and killed. But strangely, the person who attacked Cen Zhen did not move from the alley. She failed to shoot four times and saw the target person hiding behind the bunker alertly. She was very annoyed and reloaded the gun, and then continued to look for the next suitable prey in the original spot.
Her role is a sniper who performs secret missions. At the start of the game, she has a gun. How to shoot and how to snipe depends on her personal understanding. Before coming here, she was just a traveler on a universe-wide trip. With a camera in her hand, she was young and arrogant. It was not until she landed in the Slave Market that she realized how terrible the real world is.
Fortunately, the identity she drew was sniper. The restriction is that once you shoot, you must stay in a fixed place for five minutes. If she got a character that requires tough strength, no clue who there is that a peace-loving and art-loving dwarf can fight against.
The dwarf sniper was so focused on aiming her gun that she didn’t notice a man with black hair and blue eyes appearing behind her. She had no idea that someone could appear behind her so quietly, not to mention that this man carefully avoided others before and walked in the shadows just a blink ago. It was obvious that he was a weakling at the bottom of the food chain.
In such a chaotic arena, exposing your back to others is taboo, and Cen Zhen decided to teach her a lesson that she would never forget.
The dwarf was still unaware of her situation. Her shooting skills were too poor, the gun was no better than a brick in her hands. Just as she missed again and the empty shell made a crisp sound on the ground, she suddenly had a premonition. The dwarf’s hair stood up all over her body, and she turned her head in horror, only to see a shadow less than half a meter behind her. She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly and only saw his hand raised high, slashing down at her neck.
“Ah!!”
The dwarf couldn’t control the volume, covered her face, and screamed. As death approached her, images of her family, friends, and the past flashed through her mind, but the thought of resisting or dodging was absent. But the pain that the dwarf expected didn’t come. After a strange muffled sound on her head, time seemed to stand still. Instead, another shadow seemed to press down on her side, with a sobbing sound that sounded like panting and choking.
Cen Zhen didn’t expect that his hand knife would be caught by a masked killer, and this masked killer came too abruptly and quickly, even he couldn’t register the situation immediately.
The physique of Sentinels is already in the first echelon among the known races in the universe. Unless they encounter an outrageous race like the Zhongyang people, it is almost impossible for anyone to kill them instantly.
But when the masked killer raised his face and revealed a pair of gray-green eyes covered by fog, Cen Zhen instantly understood.
Lian Yu, disguised as a masked killer, stood still. In less than half a millisecond, the strong presence of the Sentinel’s pheromone surrounded Cen Zhen, mixed with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, and rushed straight to the Guide gland. “Lian–”
“What were you planning to do hiding here?!”
Before Cen Zhen could say the name of the Sentinel, a series of questions already reached his ears.
“Who is she!”
“Why did you hug her from behind?”
“……”Could it be that the pheromone of the heat can also make people blind? Cen Zhen slowly released his pheromones and spiritual power, “I was going to kill her.”
Lian Yu grabbed Cen Zhen’s collar and cried, “How could you do this to me?”
