0122 Chapter 3: The Unbelievable Kidnapping Case (Section 32)
Zhen Cheng's eyes swept across the red-haired girl's mask and stopped on the short-haired girl's face with a smile.
The other party seemed to have expected it when Zhen Cheng noticed this room. He shrugged and confessed: "I opened the door. This is the thing inside. I have identified it and there is nothing special about it. And I got it."
At that time, we didn’t find the matching ammunition.”
As she spoke, a small-arm length, simple-style flintlock short-barreled shotgun appeared out of thin air in her hand, and she threw it directly to Zhen Cheng very generously.
Zhen Cheng caught the thing and inspected it. In her eyes, it was just a handicraft whose collection value far outweighed its practicality. She had never used a gun, but she didn’t know much about the structure of firearms. As for this antique from hundreds of years ago
She really knows nothing about this stuff.
After playing with it for a few seconds, she handed it directly to the red-haired sister behind her.
If there really wasn't anything special about this thing, would you deliberately put it away and take it away?
Short-haired woman:……
Compared with black equipment, she felt that Zhen Cheng was obviously testing herself. After all, new players had no way to turn their gains in the game into practical value.
It's nothing more than a [Fighting Soul] level thing, so there's no need to make extraneous mistakes.
It was only then that the red-haired girl suddenly said: "You love to brag so much?"
Short-haired woman:……
Zhen Cheng explained simply: "She just found the opportunity to try to open the door before we realized it.
In fact, what I care more about than the ‘worthless’ equipment in the door is whose blood did you use to open this door?”
Zhen Cheng had fully demonstrated his mental acuity in the previous process, which made the short-haired girl mentally prepared to be discovered. At this time, she just sighed helplessly, pointed to the red-haired lady and replied: "Her.
"
The red-haired girl looked confused. With her confidence in her own perception, she really couldn't understand how someone could unknowingly take blood from her?
Regarding this issue, Zhen Cheng didn't worry too much. She had seen a short-haired woman "transform" a weapon out of thin air.
Whether it is an extraordinary ability on a certain path of sublimation, or some occult or black technology space storage equipment, it can all be found after the red-haired sister cut herself for the first time and tried to use blood to open the door to the "most murderer"
Collect the blood that has just been smeared on some of the door panels but has not yet dried.
After all, it was the short-haired girl who opened the door with her own blood.
Zhen Cheng had expected this answer because she had previously deduced that the weapons inside each door corresponded to a person who was involved in this secret space.
The firefighter corresponds to the fire ax, the doctor corresponds to the scalpel; the wallet may correspond to the money-grubbing martial arts instructor. The equipment and props in these [weapon arsenal] correspond to human heads, and it seems that only in the hands of the right person can they exert powerful effects.
.
So this ancient thermal weapon...if it doesn't belong to the short-haired woman with mysterious origins, I'm afraid it can only belong to the red-haired lady.
The red-haired girl took the short gun, disassembled and assembled it in the air with ease, and danced with her hands. She smiled at the different eyes of the other two people and said: "The bullets are actually loaded. You don't really understand the structure of this weapon. Of course.
, only one round remains in the chamber.
It was this kind of weapon that I first came into contact with since I was a child. Unfortunately, after it was damaged during training, it is difficult to get it again. Is this a gift given to me by the little detective sister? "
Short-haired woman:……
Borrowing flowers to offer to the Buddha and borrowing donkeys from the slope, you act like I don’t exist?!
However, now is not the time to argue about theories...
"Close the door!"
"Huh?" Zhen Cheng was about to ask, but he was caught off guard by the red-haired girl who pushed him away and fell upside down into the weapons arsenal beside him.
At this time, Miss Thirteen was just an ordinary person, while the other two were also talking and laughing, but they were always looking at all directions.
The three of them had arrived at the center of the corridor, and their movements finally attracted the attention of the senior experimental subject on the other side of the corridor.
Did they just agree that the two of them would buy three seconds for her to take action? Why did it feel like the red-haired sister instinctively excluded her from the fighting force as soon as the crisis came?
Although the feeling of being protected is very touching, what should I do with such a big and lively experimental subject?
"boom!"
The sound of gunshots was heard in the corridor, which was quite harsh.
Under the stunned gaze of the short-haired woman, the invulnerable experimental subject flew back along the original path it had come from.
She was shocked on the spot, and the weapon she was about to wield froze in mid-air. How could this piece of crap she gave away be so powerful?!
It's not that she hasn't seen the miraculous effect of a scalpel in the hands of a doctor. But from the perspective of the short-haired woman, such occult creations are no different from the garbage on the roadside stalls.
Is there any mystery behind the bonus equipment in this Lamarck game? The stronger the person, the more powerful the exclusive equipment they will get?
Such thoughts lingered in her mind, forcing her to look at the red-haired girl with some fear.
She admitted that the red-haired guy in front of her was definitely a weirdo with unparalleled combat power among the native aborigines. Just like the detective sister, as long as he could survive the Lamarck game, he would definitely be called a great person.
However, relying on her experience and vision as a candidate for the game, she has never considered the other party on an equal footing with herself. It was not until this moment that she realized that if it were a life and death fight, she would not be able to fully understand it.
Be sure to be the last one to survive.
But what shocked her even more was what happened next.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The experimental subject flew back, rolled on the spot, got up and rushed towards this side again, and the structure was immediately shot back to its original shape.
What followed was a series of shots that were as precise as clockwork, one shot per second, pressing the invulnerable monster to the ground and rubbing it, making it impossible to get up.
Whenever the body covered with abscesses tried to struggle to stand up, it would be hit by a new round of bullets and roll further away. In line with the pace of the masked girl, it continued and evenly moved away from the middle of the corridor, towards the red side.
Go to the end.
"Unlimited...ammo?"
Seeing the masked girl moving forward steadily and evenly as she shot, the short-haired girl bit her lip, feeling like she had missed a hundred million.
When the even sound of shooting started to continue, Zhen Cheng, who had fallen into the weapons arsenal, had already reacted and rushed out.
Compared to the short-haired woman who travels across the universe to play games, Zhen Cheng is not as well-informed, so she naturally has doubts about the unusual effectiveness of a medieval weapon.
But compared to these, the first thing she considered was that if the red-haired sister had a way to completely solve the problem, there would be no reason for the gunfire to continue for so long.
In the final analysis, she still needs to take action to solve the final problem.