Chapter 1216 Promotion Game 7

There was the Talisman Squad in front, and these people in the back.

Since everyone is like this, she will not be polite.

Fu Anan took a half step back with his right leg, and his whole body was in an attacking state.

As the so-called strike first is the strongest.

A total of twenty people.

She silently analyzed their positions in her heart, and rushed towards the fattest one among them.

"coming!"

The leading man shouted, clenched his fists, and punched Fu An'an.

In the next second, Fu Anan dodged his attack nimbly, clasping his chin tightly with his palm.

Click——

A crisp sound sounded. The head of the tall and thick man shifted and fell heavily on the ground.

I can't even take a single move!

People around were startled, and many timid players even took a step back. Is this the strength of an S-rank player?

Powerful, but also ruthless and ruthless.

The rest of the twenty people looked at each other, then rushed towards her with a loud shout. Then, they were rubbed on the ground by Fu Anan.

The one who runs first dies the fastest.

The few remaining players found that they were not Fu Anan's opponents, and turned around to run away.

But how could she give these people the possibility to escape? Everyone fell on the barren muddy ground, leaving only the last skinny young man with glasses. During his escape, his legs and feet were weak, and he trembled and begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please let me go."

Since ancient times, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Fu Anan panted heavily. The side of the face was swollen into a bun because of the injury from the fight just now.

She narrowed her blue eye and slowly approached him, crushing his dropped glasses with one foot...

ten minutes

All the ordinary players surrounding her turned into corpses.

Although suffered a little injury, but the result is good.

These players die, and their supplies are completely their own. There were no bags or backpacks in the game, so Fu Anan took away their supplies as quickly as possible.

A total of forty-one compressed biscuits and sixty-six bottles of mineral water.

This amount is enough for her to get to the end of the game.

Fu Anan found a few shoelaces from the dead player, then took off the clothes of the fattest player, tied the bottom of the T-shirt with a rope, took another rope, and tied the sleeves on both sides. Connect with the rope.

A super humble satchel made of clothes does the job.

Fu An'an put the satchel into the space, and then quickly left the place.

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A whole T2 takes 4 hours.

This period of time is far less than T1, but it is definitely more thrilling than the moment of T2.

Fu Anan encountered more than two groups of players along the way, although they all survived without any danger, they also suffered a lot of injuries.

The bruises all over the body brought severe dull pain, no major injuries, and minor injuries were excruciating. Coupled with a full four hours of strenuous exercise, it greatly consumed her physical strength.

Until the transparent notification box appears, the time of T2 is reset to zero.

The bell representing the T2 time rings, and the game prompt content is immediately displayed.

Fu Anan seized the time and ran quickly, the farther away from the place where his position was exposed at the last moment of T2, the better.

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The surrounding scenery was similar, and Fu Anan didn't know where he had gone.

Anyway, I ran to the point where I ran out of energy, so I think it must be a long way.

Fu Anan lay limp on the ground, short of breath due to exhaustion. She reached into the shoulder bag she made, took out the food she got before the end of T2, and stuffed a few mouthfuls into her mouth.