He Zhao, who was standing by the door curtain in the dilapidated tent, holding a sharp piece of iron or a simple dagger, did not rush forward recklessly. Instead, he held his breath and tried to reduce his sense of presence. There was no way, who could let the other party not have the whole
People get into the tent.
When he swallowed a large amount of nutritious chunks in his mouth down his throat and into his abdomen, a message popped up in the upper left corner of his vision, distracting part of his attention.
[Small energy detected, start digitalization...1%...5%...15%...69%...99%
...100%...Startup completed...Data transfer completed...Players please check their own data!】
"???"
The unexpected information prompt shocked the people who were lying in wait.
Good guy, the start of the hell difficulty made him forget to use a plug-in card to enable cheating before entering the ultimate simulation scene.
However, now is not the time to study the digitization of plug-ins. We must deal with the three bill collectors of the Scorpion Gang outside. We can only sit down and study quietly when it is safe.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." Unlike Dis, Neil, who was holding the gun, was choked by the pungent smell and kept coughing. "Damn it, Dunn, I'm going to be cruel.
I'll give you a good beating."
If the other person is not a peripheral member of the gang, he will definitely not be able to help but pull the trigger and open fire, beating the person into a sizzling sieve with blood flowing out.
The location of the tent is relatively remote. Because there is no light and the sun is about to set, the view inside is extremely poor and dark.
Unless you have night vision, you won't be able to see clearly what's going on inside.
What's more, the extremely pungent smell not only made him cough constantly, but also made his eyes burst into tears.
The dim environment + Mo Hu's eyes are basically the same as being blind.
Neil was so angry that he couldn't wait for a moment. All he wanted to think about now was to beat up Tang En.
"Lazy guy, wake up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cat ducked into the tent.
A strong man nearly two meters tall, with a sturdy back and a muscular back, stooped in and didn't even wait for him to get up.
"puff--"
In the dark tent, a gleam of cold light was like a green dragon rising out of the sea. It was so fast that it caught people off guard and plunged hard into the neck of the blond man.
Before he could even let out a cry of pain, a big hand that was not very strong stretched out from behind to cover his mouth and nose.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
He wanted to break free, but unfortunately he lost a lot of energy and the shadow of death covered his soul.
Another unfamiliar hand grasped his gun-holding wrist, and a finger blocked the direction of pulling the trigger. It made him waste his energy and pull the finger continuously, but in vain.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Five seconds later, Neil gradually stopped struggling and completely lost his breath.
The simple dagger penetrated the neck and throat, and death was inevitable.
After doing all this, another message pops up in the upper left corner of the line of sight.
[Fatal attack, -15 health points, bleeding -1X5 health points, total damage caused -20 health points, enemy target dies.]
"?"
Although I haven't had time to start studying the digitization of plug-in card loading, judging from the pop-up information prompts, it is very good.
At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about someone pretending to be dead and waiting for an opportunity to attack.
With both hands, he gently laid Neil's body flat on the ground without making the slightest sound.
Then, pick up the old gunpowder weapon from the dead corpse's hand.
'Well, familiar weapons.'
Fortunately, it was a piece of junk produced by an unknown planet. Otherwise, if he were given an advanced interstellar rifle, he probably wouldn't know how to use it.
He Zhao checked it a little and found that there were some differences compared with the familiar pistols. But it was just a difference in craftsmanship. The method of use was very simple, just open the safety and pull the trigger.
The manual safety of this gun is located above and behind the left side of the slide seat. Up is the safety, and down is the cocking lever. It can be operated with the thumb of the shooter.
Neil didn't even turn on the safety. In other words, even if his finger didn't prevent the other party from pulling the trigger, no bullet would fly out to alert anyone outside.
There are five bullets left in the magazine, which should be enough to kill the two people outside.
[Elwin 1911, produced by Tagg Planet Arsenal. Damage: 15; rate of fire: 25; distance: 20; stability: 35. (Evaluation: A fairly powerful, fairly backward, shabby pistol. I think you can use it.
These guys are all primitive people.)]
"..."
Simulator, don’t think that if you change [Attention] to [Evaluation], I won’t know that you are being mean.
'Outside the tent, the person who first opened the door curtain was standing one meter away and vomiting. The remaining strong man named Bai Laoda was five meters away from me.'
Among the three bill collectors, Neil is the shortest, reaching a height of 1.97 meters. The remaining ones, Dis and Bai Lao, are all over 2 meters tall.
Especially the one surnamed Bai, whose figure is much larger than that of the two subordinates.
'His ears are different from ordinary people, and his neck is almost as thick as his head. I think he is good at fighting.'
The so-called judo ear, dumpling ear, cauliflower ear, etc. are actually caused by congestion in the auricle, which is not treated or is even caused by repeated stimulation and bleeding.
'My shoulders are broad, and my fists are rough and calloused. Unfortunately, I have a gun!'
No matter how powerful you are in fighting, you are still a mortal body. It doesn’t matter if you become big and round, how can you still block bullets?
'That's it, the advantage is mine.'
Ignore the person vomiting one meter away from the tent for now, kill the fighting master first.
Otherwise, if the gun fires, the other party will react in time. With a distance of five meters, his height and long legs, and his explosive power, it is estimated that he will be able to get close without even turning the gun.
Outside, the sun had mostly set, and the surrounding environment quickly became dark. I could only rely on the afterglow of the sun to barely see the outline of a person clearly.
The ruthless man held a gun in his right hand and opened the tent door.
"Neil, why are you so slow..."
Boss Bai looked at the figure ducking out from the tent, frowned and said.
But, the next second he realized something was wrong.
Height and body shape are totally wrong.
There is no way, even if the orphanage is well-nourished, the height in the previous life is at most 1.85 meters. He is a long way from the bill collector of the Poisonous Scorpion Gang. And he started working at the age of fourteen. After four years, he can't be said to be sallow and thin, he can only be said to be dove-shaped.
Hu (hú) noodles.
Before Boss Bai could say anything, he saw the dark muzzle of the gun raised and fired.
"Bang!
"
At the muzzle, the fire flickered.
After years of life and death fighting, Boss Bai almost subconsciously raised his palms to block the opponent before he could fire.
"puff--"
A bullet penetrated his right wrist and hit the right side of his neck.
The next second, a blood hole as thick as a thumb appeared, bleeding out continuously.
"hiss!"
He took a deep breath and grimaced in pain.
Of course, I have been fighting with people all year round, and fractures and other injuries are commonplace, and I have long been accustomed to pain, but damn, I have never been shot head-on.
The pain in his hands and neck does not affect his movements.
After almost receiving a bullet, he immediately started running towards the initiator.
While running wildly, he never lowered his arms that were covering his face.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
He Zhao pulled the trigger for the first time, and without any hesitation he pulled the trigger for the second and third time.
As for Dis, who had been standing next to him vomiting, he was so frightened that he froze in place, and his mind went blank.
The next two bullets, one hit Boss Bai's arm, and the other hit his lower abdomen.
Three rounds of bullets were fired. The second one did not change position for a while. The third round turned the muzzle and tried to hit the opponent's heart. As a result, the recoil was a bit strong, and because of his thin body due to years of work, the bullet floated and hit the opponent directly in the abdomen.
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[Normal attack, -5 health points, -5 health points, additional bleeding -1 health points per minute. 】
[Normal attack, -5 health points, additional bleeding -1 health points per minute.]
[Normal attack, -10 health points, additional bleeding -1 health points per minute.]
At the critical moment, ignore the battle prompts in the upper left corner of your sight.
At the same time, the fourth shot cannot be fired.
Because Boss Bai is already approaching.
Aiming at his head, he waved his left fist.
"Bang--"
Wu Renzhao wanted to hide, but unfortunately his body weighed him down. He clearly wanted to dodge, but the problem was that his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts, so he could only watch helplessly as he was being punched.
A large amount of sweat fell from his head, like a heavy hammer, hitting him mercilessly.
The whole person was lifted up from the ground, and the body jumped high in a backward posture.
"Plop!"
He smashed the tent awkwardly, directly crushing the already tattered tent.
"What are you doing standing there, come here and bandage me!" Boss Bai defeated the enemy with one punch and shouted angrily at his dumbfounded younger brother who was standing there with a bewildered look on his face.
"Yes yes yes."
When Dis heard the scolding, he immediately came to his senses.
He hurriedly took off his clothes and stepped forward to perform a relatively simple bandage on his head.
"hiss--"
Perhaps because he touched the gunshot wound on his body, Mr. Bai bared his teeth and sucked in cold air.
"Brother, if you need a last-ditch attack, the person will not be dead." Dis reminded him carefully while bandaging.
"Don't worry, if you hit me head-on, even if you don't kill the person, you should be paralyzed." Faced with the younger brother's inquiry, Boss Bai, a middle-level thug in the gang, said confidently.
Hearing this, Dis reacted immediately.
My eldest brother is not an ordinary person, he is a strong man who has been tested in the ring for many years.
Not to mention punching someone until they are paralyzed in bed, unable to stand up for the rest of their lives, and can only wait silently for death. It is not uncommon for people to be killed on the spot with just one punch.
Little did the two of them know that the gunman who was brutally punched in the head was not only not dead, but also not paralyzed.
[Under attack, -9 health points. 】
[Life is in critical condition and he is in a weak state.]
Lying in the pile of tents, He Zhao finally had time to take a look at his golden finger.
[Name: He Zhao]
[HP: 1(10), weak state]
【Power:1.0】
[Physique: 1.0]
[Agility: 1.0]
[Mental Power: 2.0]
[Skill: None]
"..."
Okay, the opponent punched him out of 9 health points and almost died suddenly.
The Aylwin 1911 pistol in his hand did a total of 15 points of damage.
He punched in anger and hit 9 points!
A slightly weaker firearm may not do as much damage as Boss Bai's punch.
Gan!
Wait a minute, no.
He called up the battle report, and three lines of prompts came into view.
[Normal attack, -5 health points, -5 health points, additional bleeding -1 health points per minute. 】
[Normal attack, -5 health points, additional bleeding -1 health points per minute.]
[Normal attack, -10 health points, additional bleeding -1 health points per minute.]
'Three shots, 25 health points.'
He has a constitution of 1.0 and only has 10 health points.
He lost 25 health points, but he still seemed to be alive and well.
Grandma, how strong is the opponent's physique?
On the other side, Dis was bandaged.
The bleeding stopped at the places where Mr. Bai was shot in his neck, arms, and lower abdomen.
"Hel me up."
Don't look at being shot three times in a row and knocking someone away with one punch. It's actually a burst of adrenaline that speeds up the person's heartbeat and blood flow, providing more energy for physical activities and making the reaction faster.
Now, after the energy has passed, I feel tired and it's a bit difficult to stand up.
Dis helped his boss and walked towards the attackers in the tent pile.
After getting along with him for many years, almost instantly, we guessed what Mr. Bai planned to do.
"Boss, gun."
Boss Bai used his left hand to catch the handed pistol. He personally hates firearms. In addition, he often needs to exercise his physical fitness and fight with others to strengthen his skills. His marksmanship is simply terrible.
Once during a gang fight, he fired twelve shots within a distance of five meters. The gun grazed the enemy's side and shot into the wall. After being dubbed the master of human body tracing by outsiders, he gave up firearms completely.
I don’t want to play anymore!
So, he found another way to recruit a younger brother with better marksmanship - Dis. Later, he also took a fancy to Neil and recruited him.
This is also the reason why Neil, who looks frizzy and has just become an official member of the Scorpion Gang, can wear a pistol.
There is no Boss Bai, it would be nice if he had a knife.
The two of them wandered around and came to the strange attacker.
"die!"
The man surnamed Bai raised the gun in his left hand, pointed it at Ren Zhao's head, and pulled the trigger.
"Um?"
My fingers can't move!
No matter how hard I try, it still doesn't work.
"Dis, the gun is broken."
"?"
Hearing this, Dis reached out and took the handed pistol.
Check it carefully, there is nothing wrong.
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"Can't pull the trigger."
"..."
In one sentence, he was immediately silenced.
Brother, the insurance is not closed.
He pointed to the manual safety located at the upper and rear left side of the socket and said carefully.
"Brother, this thing is called safety. Up means safety, and down means waiting for firing. We only need to use our thumb to gently move it to pull the trigger."
While the two were talking, they didn't notice at all that the man on the tent pile tremblingly raised his pistol and aimed it at them!
The state of weakness is not something you talk about casually. Famous ruthless people really cannot make faster movements.
In fact, as early as Bai Lao shouted the words "help me up", he mobilized all his strength and prepared to make a desperate move with the last two bullets in the magazine.
However, he didn't even raise his gun for a long time.
Unexpectedly, the two of them started to study the manual safety issue in front of him.