Chapter Nine Hundred and Seventy

After killing the escape killer who was almost on the diagonal, Luke's actions were not so impatient.

Stuck in the corner of a landscape boulder, a few seconds later a killer sprints out of the corner.

Before she had time to react, she felt her eyes darken, as if she had slipped into a cage, her entire face flattened as if she had hit a wall, and the bones in her face made an unusually crisp clicking sound.

Then, there is no then.

From the side, after turning around the boulder, the female killer suddenly disappeared into the air like a ninja using invisibility on TV.

The world once again lost a rare elite-level female killer.

The transparent shadow disappeared into the darkness again and moved to the next target.

Here, the frequency of Wade's mouth fragrant is getting lower and lower, replaced by rapid and heavy breathing.

In the beginning, he relied on the battle uniform on his body and the boldness of the art masters to kill a few killers who were anxious to eat hot tofu, which made him proud for a moment.

But when the eighth killer was shot in the head by his small pistol 25 meters away, no one of these killers took the initiative to approach his dangerous area 50 meters away.

Wade's short-range variable speed sprint, coupled with the pistol's close to 50% hit rate within 20 to 30 meters, the success rate of this violent killing method is terrible enough.

Almost all the killers who died were killed by him in this way.

As soon as the killer was cautious, Wade felt uncomfortable.

The opponent bullied him completely relying on the range of the rifle, and did not engage in close combat with him at all.

To a certain extent, he also repeated the mistakes of lawyer Ma that night.

Although the range of his dual spears is a little longer, but at most a 40-meter broadsword can't hit an enemy that must be 50 meters away.

Wade's useless long knife was inserted back into his back early, and the pistol could only shoot suppressively, almost losing room for counterattack.

Fortunately, in the plan of the auxiliary system, he was repeatedly required to bring at least twenty magazines from the beginning.

On the belt of the V-shaped battle uniform, the original throwing knife sockets have all become magazine sockets.

Wade looked at the five million sale and resigned himself to this heavy burden.

He usually does tasks with few five magazines, but now he can only be thankful that he still has so many bullets.

Although he can't kill the opponent, if he can't even fire a pistol, his longest attack method is a double knife that is less than two meters long, and it is difficult to escape.

It's not even an hour away, and the remaining 2.5 million remuneration will definitely be useless.

Why not bring a rifle?

Because the auxiliary system prohibits him from carrying a rifle, or a machine gun bazooka iron pineapple or something.

Luke gave Wade the life-saving artifact of the V-shaped battle suit. How could he be allowed to use these big killers? Isn't that grabbing experience points with himself!

It's good that this guy doesn't die, it's right to suffer a little.

Why do you make five million if you don't endure hardship!

Wade struggled into the service area consisting of a bungalow. He huddled in a room and gasped wildly. He kept scolding: "A group of crazy people, it's not easy to want to die, if you have the ability to fight me one-on-one!"

As he said that, his hands couldn't help groping all over his body.

His hands and feet hurt now, and what's worse is that the back half of his body hurts everywhere.

With his fighting consciousness, of course, he will try his best to shift the attack point to the part where the back half of his body resists beating.

After all, the pain in the limbs will greatly affect his shooting and movement. Although the back pain is equally painful, it is still within the tolerance range.

More importantly, Wade wasn't going to let the front half of his body meet the bullets.

If he hits the chest and abdomen, he would have to kneel on the ground with his legs tucked even if he hits the fatal point under the lower abdomen.

After all, although the "vital point" of the strongest Mr. Wade is strong, his strength is not in the resistance.

Kneading frantically, he mumbled again: "Vanessa shouldn't have a phobia, right? My back definitely doesn't look like a Dalmatian now."

At this time, the cheerful reminder of "SpongeBob SquarePants" sounded in his headset: "Brother Octopus, you still have five seconds to transfer, otherwise you will be surrounded."

Wade climbed to the back door, opened the door and rushed out, asking, "What time is it now?"

"7:15:27. Twenty-eight seconds." SpongeBob SquarePants immediately chimed happily.

Wade has a toothache: "Isn't that only a quarter?"

His and V's commission is one hour, starting at seven and ending at eight.

It's only been fifteen minutes, and he feels like he can't take it anymore.

It's not that his strength is poor, it's really that the mission restrictions are quite painful. He can't use a wide range of weapons to set up traps, and he can't directly get out of contact.

Otherwise, Wade can completely lure them into the trap, drop most of the opponents in one wave, or after a crazy breakthrough, turn them around and kill these guys one by one.

As long as they kill more than half of them, the rest of them will not be rampant.

Wade's idea is indeed good, but unfortunately, someone who paid didn't want him to steal too many heads.

He was the moving target to be pushed out and beaten tonight.

At this time, "SpongeBob SquarePants" suddenly said: "Brother Octopus, you have a new message, please pay attention to check it."

Wade: "Fawko! What the hell... wait, open it."

SpongeBob SquarePants: "Brother Octopus, please follow the following route to completely get out of the battle, and the commission can be deemed to end early. ——V."

Wade: "What?"

How about an hour? Letting him go after only fifteen minutes is too contemptible!

Well, forget it, let's go! Anyway, the big customer said that the commission was completed.

His whole body is now in pain, except for the vital parts, and it is indeed a little unbearable.

Looking at the route projected by the auxiliary system, he decisively started to run away.

This route is not a simple line, the assistance system is always sending out reminders to let him adjust the speed and direction.

Wade is not stupid, and soon realized the reason.

When he acted on this repeatedly tortuous line, many killers around him had been attracted to a fan area.

Compared to the sesame-like distribution on the pancake before, this should be... easier to catch all at once?

However, in the process of pulling the position of the killer group, he was shot seven or eight times again, and his injuries were further injured.

Wade couldn't care too much, and tried to put the most fleshy part behind him in the direction of the bullet.

It felt as sour and refreshing as repeated intramuscular injections. It was still the same frequency that the next one was not pulled out and the next one was inserted, but he still endured the pain and moved forward stubbornly.

Here, Luke looked at Wade who almost left the battlefield in a shitty attitude and approached the escape route, and couldn't help sighing again: "I'm sorry, you all have to die today."

As long as two or three of these killers are left alive, the big news that V was beaten all over the floor will become a legend just like this war.

Although V is just a vest, Luke felt that he was going to commit a mental cleanliness when he thought of putting a lewd "big name" on V's back.