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The World Tower has a universal default small rule.

If nothing unexpected happens, under five hundred layers, ordinary scattered layers will only produce ordinary props, and small integer layers will produce ordinary props and rare props.

The only treasure is basically only visible on large integer layers.

This set of rules has not happened any other situation so far.

Therefore, the strength of the extreme 100th floor and the permanent 100th floor are likely to be very different.

First, for a large integer layer like 100, the number of props produced will be much more than a small integer layer like 80 and 90.

Second, only large integer layers can see a unique treasure, but not every time, and only by staying in a permanent manner can you make up for the shortcomings in luck.

Third, in terms of difficulty, only those who can gain a foothold in the large integer level can be considered qualified to be a tower climber. After all, the entire world tower has only 10 large integer levels.

The second male lead confessed sincerely and cried very sadly.

But this cannot change the fact that he conceals the truth.

Originally, he thought that he would face an ordinary 20th floor, with three other experts who were resident on the 100th floor leading the way. His pseudo-100th floor should not be exposed.

Anyway, no one stipulates that a hundred-level master must be rare, right?

Is he lucky?

Or being poor is also a reason. Is it okay to sell all the rare ones you get and sell them for money?

But now, no reason is meaningless.

Because of guns!

With the violent integer level with guns, even if the five people present are all masters who are resident on the 100th floor, they may not be able to pass through safely.

What's more, one is hiding the truth and the other is burying himself in eating and drinking without being a human being.

Among the three remaining 100-story masters, there are two girls, one with a mental power and the other with a scientific decryption.

The only male first who was physically fighting, stood alone and frowned, and could almost feel the actual pressure coming towards him.

His face was filled with heavy weight.

It seems like a thousand weights are hung.

There were clamoring screams from outside. According to the content analysis, someone was checking the shelves line by line and planning to concentrate hostages.

This discovery made several people feel heavy and puzzled.

Is it necessary to play this big game to grab a broken supermarket?

Still concentrating hostages?

What? Are you still going to fight with the police? Are you going to negotiate a negotiation to prepare a car for ten boxes of instant noodles and two bags of ham sausages you snatched?

"We will find our shelves in a while. If the number of people is less than three, you will attract their attention." The man turned his head and whispered to the three people behind him: "I have a prop, which is a rare [Silent Dagger] of 100 layers. No matter where you stab it, it will make the other party unable to speak. How many people can do it?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the three of them looking like they were ghosts.

My heart skipped a beat.

I heard a roaring shout coming from the front.

Looking back, a masked gangster held a long-barrel shotgun, pointing the black muzzle straight at his head. There were two gangsters wearing the same hood rushing in with machetes waving their machetes.

The man immediately became timid and raised his hands to show surrender.

The gangster rushed in and touched him. The man knew something was wrong and just wanted to muster up the courage to struggle, but the [Silent Dagger] was searched.

He looked at the small dagger in the gangster's hand and tried to explain in foreign language that it was just a fruit knife.

The gangster holding the machete hit his stomach with a hilt.

"Vomit!" The man covered his stomach and bent down and retching, and was pushed out by the criminals with his arms twisted.

The remaining two were treated similarly.

The second female student didn't cooperate with the body search and dodged, and became honest in an instant when she was slapped in the face.

The second male lead cooperated with the body search, but the gangster who was responsible for searching him did not find anything. He was very angry and simply gave him a knife handle on his waist, which made the second male lead suck the air conditioner.

Under the threat of the muzzle, the three people who watched their hands tied back by the rope were covered in a mess in their minds.

Is this still twenty floors?

When did the Twentieth floor become such a difficult time?

Why don't you have any chance?

Have you encountered a new type of dismissal?

Could it be that I had to get out of the tower after just climbing twenty floors this week?

Don’t you lose yourself if you go back with dozens of points?

The three of them were filled with question marks and their hearts were filled with grievances.

He was so angry that he didn't dare to resist at all.

For tower climbers about one hundred floors, they will be difficult to be opponents of firearms unless they have clever rare props or unique treasures on them.

As the three of them were taken out, it was Mi Lailai's turn to search for her body. The knife-holding gangster was slightly stunned when he saw her eyes, and turned around to look at the person holding the gun outside the shelf.

The gunman came to check when he saw Mi Lailai, and was stunned when he stood there for a while.

After coming back to his senses, he lifted the gun and pointed it at his companion with one shot.

"Bang!"

The unprepared criminal's head was shot like a burst watermelon, splashing juice.

The remaining gangster waved his machete and screamed and slashed the gunman's arm. The shotgun fell to the ground and the two gangsters fought together.

The men, one, two, two, two, and two, were all shocked when they saw this scene outside the shelves.

Mi Lailai said innocently, "Didn't you say you want to attract their attention? Is this considered a success?"

He picked up a shotgun from the ground with one hand and fired a shot at the two gangsters who were fighting.

Two watermelons exploded.

Wang Wen, who had eaten and drunk enough, wiped his mouth and carried the gun, and said lightly: "Forget it."

Mi Lailai said to Wang Wen happily: "Young brother, are you okay?"

Wang Wen thought about it and picked up the criminal's machete and cut off the rope that bound the three of them.

The male first picked up his [Silent Dagger] as soon as possible, rubbed his stomach and thanked Wang Wen: "Thank you, buddy, otherwise we will be wiped out."

Wang Wen turned around and looked at Mi Lailai who was searching for blood next to the criminals, shook his head and said, "Even without me, it would be impossible for the entire army to be wiped out."

While speaking, Mi Lailai walked forward with his bloody hands and said happily to Wang Wen: "I'm fine, what's next for the soldier brother?"

Wang Wen walked out without saying a word with a gun.

Mi Lailai walked out without saying a word to his arm.

When you encounter any gangsters who rushed up on the road, they all fell down. The gun feels better and better, and the accuracy becomes more and more accurate.

After several waves of conflicts, the criminal organization noticed that the hard bones here could not be chewed and destroyed several teeth, and quickly called for reinforcements.

I don’t know why I have to build such a large scale by grabbing a supermarket.

As a result, when the reinforcements appeared, they were directly a new gunman!

There is more than one gun among these gangsters!

However, as soon as the gunman showed up, Mi Lailai pointed his hand.

The man was stunned for a moment.

Wang Wen accurately captured this opportunity and raised his hand and shot half of the jaw and most of the neck of the gunman.

Seeing the other party tilting his head without a shot, Wang Wen weighed the shotgun in his hand, and a dissatisfied expression appeared on his face.

The accuracy is still not enough, the bullets are too loose, and it is difficult to control if the distance is a little farther.

He suddenly missed the hunting rifle he had obtained from Qin Wuzheng, the eldest son of the stranded Tiansheng.

It has great power and straight ballistics, that is the weapon that men should play with.

Although it was a little troublesome to change the bullet...

While thinking, Wang Wen kept walking to the position where the gunman fell down to grop, sighing that the other party was so considerate that he knew that he had not had enough ammunition to shoot continuously, and quickly sent someone to deliver the goods to his door.

The male, one, two, two, and three were hiding behind, looking at each other.
Chapter completed!