Chapter 48 Justice From Heaven

Chapter 48 Justice From Heaven

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, and sniffed the hand-rolled cigarette, which didn't even have a butt, and seemed to have some spices in it, and it smelled refreshing.

"Metal strengthens the body, and incense nourishes the soul." The crow said calmly, "You will get used to it in the future, but be careful not to use it for HIGH, otherwise addiction will be very troublesome.

Except for a very small number of millennium incense, most of the other incenses achieve an invigorating effect by stimulating the source of energy—just like the upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes, it is easy to become an idiot if abused. "

Huai Shi nodded and said nothing more.

After a while, he looked at the dissipated source of fire at his fingertips, and twisted his neck: "Come again."

Then, darkness struck.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and sighed: "Go on."

Crow nodded.

The long afternoon passed in repetition, and when he opened his eyes for the last time, it was dark and still.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Crow asked, "After all, I have reached my limit."

"One more."

Huai Shi finally realized the anguish of the severe game addicts, rubbed the center of her brows, and yawned: "I'm almost getting the hang of it."

"Okay, so, the last one?"

"The last one."

Huai Shi nodded.

So, in a trance, he opened his eyes from the compartment and listened quietly to the orders from the front without saying a word.

I even seized the last time, closed my eyes and slept for a while.

"Call me when you arrive."

He patted the shoulder of his teammate next to him, very affectionate.

After a while, the car stopped outside the village.

He was roughly kicked awake.

Huai Shi smiled nonchalantly, got up in embarrassment, and set off after her teammates. During the brief lurking in the grass, he suddenly patted the shoulder of the person in front of him.

The teammates looked back unhappily.

Then I saw him stretch out his hand expressionlessly, hold the dagger, stab it into his throat, and swing it horizontally.

"goodbye."

Huai Shi whispered softly.

Blood soaked the dry ground and weeds.

On the barren land, he crawled and groped towards the direction of another teammate, moving quickly. Use all fours when crawling.

Like a spider crawling through thorns.

One after another, according to the information reported in the walkie-talkie, enjoying the thrill of beating teammates.

This kind of experience of stabbing a knife in the back is really enjoyable, and Huai Shi actually feels that she has become proficient.

Such a good time lasted until the gunshots of Team A starting to fight came from the front.

He sighed, and when he heard the alarm on the walkie-talkie, someone had already noticed something was wrong. After all, four or five people hadn't responded for more than five minutes.

It seems that it can't be mixed anymore.

He shook his head, sat on the ground, pulled out the pins of a few small pomegranates, weighed them a few times in his hands, and threw them out with all his strength.

The roar of explosions was heard continuously in the distance.

There was a gunshot, and the bushes beside him were beaten by bullets like weeds in a rainstorm, trembling constantly.

Huai Shi sighed, raised her sleeve to wipe the blood off her face, and stood up from the corpses of her teammates. His uniform has been stained scarlet with friendly blood.

There is a big red patch on the buttocks.

"Why is it the same as a monkey with hemorrhoids?"

Huai Shi complained to herself, picked up the rifle, walked towards the direction of the gunfire, and shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, your own!"

Then he pulled the trigger on those stunned faces.

Sweeping out one clip without any resistance, and then another clip, he was shot in the shoulder, as if a big hole had been made by a chisel. In the severe pain, it seemed that he could no longer feel his left hand.

"It's too much, old man, why did you break your hand again?"

Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "I haven't learned how to change magazines with one hand."

Throwing away the automatic rifle in his hand, he drew his pistol and walked towards the village.

"7794! What are you doing!" an angry roar came from the intercom.

"Naturally, it's to beat my teammates. Friends, don't you know? I choose Widowmaker, you choose Hanzo, and we can rebuild the empire together."

But there was no sound on the intercom, only a gloomy silence, until the instructor's indifferent voice sounded: "Mission change, clear 7794."

It was set on fire.

"Don't make up your mind so quickly."

Huai Shi sighed. Before the channel was cut off, he raised the walkie-talkie and said tentatively: "I think I can still be rescued."

Snapped!

Huai Shi tilted her head subconsciously, and saw the walkie-talkie thrown in her hand explode into a ball of garbage in the air.

Sniper bullets.

Under the strong reminder of the premonition of death, he crawled and quickly climbed into the intricate alleys of the village, hearing footsteps coming from all directions.

He counted silently in his heart.

In the original compartment, there were seven on the left for Team B, and six on the right for Team A. Together with myself, there were thirteen people.

And under Erwuzi's backstab, now six of the seven of the B team have been killed, and the entire army has been wiped out. Logically speaking, after side B of the tape is played, side A must be played, but now that side A has not been played, Huai Shi feels that she is about to be played by side A.

Fortunately, the location is not far away.

He gestured in the direction, raised his pistol and called out the daredevils in front of him. After falling to the ground, he fired two more shots. He pushed out the magazine and checked. There were still six rounds of bullets, one for each person... No wonder, he Not a sharpshooter, in this kind of melee, if six shots can hit one person, it is already a piece of shit luck.

He might try to shoot five shots indiscriminately. If these five shots can't just kill the six people on the opposite side (one shot just penetrates two), then the remaining one shot can give himself a good time.

A steadfast death, not subject to humiliation, sounds simply too romantic...

The sound of footsteps in the distance gradually increased, and he jumped out of the alley with two steps over the wall. After so many reincarnations of death, he has mastered some rules.

Compared with the malicious level design of those VR games today, this kind of setting that can reduce the difficulty as long as the backboard is simply not too kind.

Then, in the courtyard behind the wall, he saw those frightened eyes again.

The stooped woman was still looking at the sky.

Eyes glazed over.

Trying in vain to hide the two skinny children behind him.

But they are all dead now, lying on the ground with bullet holes and blood on their bodies. Dust fell from the wind, covering those empty pupils.

"Why are you guys again?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, scratched her hair, and wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. He clearly knew that this was a record and that these were fake NPCs, but he still felt an indescribable shame.

This is not a game.

"sorry."

Huai Shi lowered her head, not daring to look at those eyes covered in dust.

He said, "I'm going out now."

After struggling to open the door, Huai Shi rushed into the road and stabbed the barrel of a gun into the eye socket of an opponent: "Go to hell—"

collapse!

A ball of plasma burst out from the back of the man's head, and before he had time to look around, he staggered as if running for his life, trying to get away from the yard.

But he never forgot those eyes.

When he started to treat all of this as a game, the countless deaths in those records woke him up from his dream again. This is not a game, this is a record, a past history.

A history that once happened in a certain corner of the world.

Insignificant carnage and insignificant death.

They are all dead.

Those pupils that lost their brilliance were gradually covered by dust, buried, forgotten, not even qualified to be remembered by people...

Huai Shi staggered and ran forward wearily in the cracks. After kicking open a door head-on, he finally reached his destination.

In the room, the old man curled up in the corner seemed to be frightened, and subconsciously hugged the things in his arms tightly.

"let go."

Huai Shi leaned against the door frame, panting, raised her pistol: "Give that to me."

The man said something, hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand, was suppressed by Huai Shi, and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Thanks."

Huai Shi panted, picked up the thing, staggered back two steps, turned around and was about to leave, but after taking two steps, she couldn't help turning her head back, and shouted behind her: "Don't worry, I will save you."

No one responded.

The people in this village are probably dead long ago.

None of him could be saved.

Oh shit……

Huai Shi raised her arm and rubbed the corners of her eyes, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn..."

Immediately afterwards, he heard the roar of the broken gate in the courtyard, and the sound of automatic rifles sounded like a rainstorm, plowing through every inch of space.

Huai Shi curled up behind the stone mill, listening to the sound of gravel flying above her head.

Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to calm down in the smell of gunpowder smoke. Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi got up, picked up the RPG on her shoulders, and showed her brightest smile to her teammates:

hey how are you

Then, he pulled the trigger.

"——Justice, rains from above!!!"

boom!

Amidst the violent shaking and impact, flames and thick smoke shot up into the sky. The boiling blood mist filled the air, danced with the dust, and finally turned into fine rain, falling on the wall and the ground.

And Huai Shi's body.

Silence returned.

Huai Shi dropped the launcher in her hand, crossed a messy courtyard and street, and walked towards the center of the village.

Walked towards the man who was waiting there.

Seemingly stunned by the result, the instructor standing there with his hands behind his back was stunned for a moment, and soon, he raised his hand and took off the sunglasses on his face, throwing them on the ground.

"Although they are all semi-finished products, they are all destroyed here... I really didn't expect you to be so kind, 7794."

That pair of gray pupils stared coldly at Huai Shi's face, and then, he hooked his fingers at the young man, "It seems that I need to teach you another lesson."

"Each each other."

Huai Shi twisted her neck, threw away the holster and the fast-reaction vest that was in the way, and pulled out the saber with one hand, posing in a posture that was completely different from the opponent.

Different from the fighting technique of the Roman military, it is a classic posture from Dongxia, and even the entry-level style that even the instructors almost didn't recognize.

"Come."

Huai Shi grinned: "Look at me hitting you with a military fist."

"very good."

The instructor seemed to understand something, his face gradually turned pale, his joints rubbed against each other, and he made a low voice: "Very good, 7794.

I promise, before you die, you will experience—what is hell! "

Sorry, it was one or two o'clock when I got home last night, so I didn't have time to update.