Outside the broken car window, which was full of cracks, a figure got out of the private car in front.
Players compared her and recognized her as Claire, the only character who survived until the second part. Unfortunately, she had no precognitive ability and had no role to play around her, making her useless.
The rain was heavy and the poor girl gradually walked away in the thunderstorm.
Only the male protagonist Alex and his parents who had picked him up were left in the car.
Lightning flashed from time to time under the downpour. In the rainy night with extremely poor visibility, they did not notice the vehicle following dozens of meters behind.
They continued to follow, and after ten minutes they drove into the community with the vehicle and stopped in front of a house.
The vehicle stalled, and three blurry figures clung to each other, hiding under umbrellas and entering the rain.
Under the sound of pouring rain, a car without any headlights drove slowly to the side of the residential road, and the player watched the protagonist's family enter the house.
Rabbit turned off the car and said, "It's time for us to rent a car."
"Don't we have one?" Wen Xiang was stunned for a moment.
Rabbit curled his lips and said, "Who knows whether that guy Mu Su was stolen or robbed? We can't take the blame."
Everyone's heart trembled, it was very possible...
The four players pooled some money together, Brad found an umbrella from the trunk of the car, and Martin went to rent a car.
Pushing open the door, the coolness poured into the car along with the sound of rain, and was isolated from the outside as the door slammed shut.
…
A bustling, chaotic tavern.
Mu Su, who was wearing a hood, walked with the thugs among the twisting crowd. He followed the thugs to a door in a remote corner.
Two strong men stood guard in front of the door, with bulging bags on their waists.
"He wants to see the boss." The thug said to the two men.
The strong man looked at Mu Su carefully, then went in first to report.
Behind the door was a staircase leading to the basement. After a while, the strong man came back: "He can go in, but you can't."
The thug nodded and backed away politely.
Mu Su turned around and walked into the basement with his legs up.
The door behind him closed as he walked down the stairs, and the noise above was blocked, leaving only a faint muffled sound.
The basement appears in front of you little by little.
Three figures were sitting at the table, assembling the pistol parts one by one. Yellow and orange bullets were scattered randomly on the small round table.
The boss, who was naked to the waist, looked up, clapped his hands, and the two men around him stepped back, unhooked the rifle slung behind him, and took it in their hands.
As if he had not heard anything, Mu Su walked to the round table and sat down, looking across from him: "I heard you have some good guys here."
The tattooed man opposite grinned, revealing a gold tooth: "I have everything you want."
"Including sniper rifles?"
He winked at his subordinate, who then pushed him away and came back shortly holding a long and narrow wooden box.
It was placed on the table, the lid was opened, and a brand new brown, red and black sniper rifle was lying quietly in a piece of hay, and the smell of gun oil came out.
"NDM-86 sniper rifle, imitation SVD, made in China, as strong and durable as Maozi's stuff, the key is..."
He leaned forward slightly, and the smile that never disappeared became cruel.
“It can also be used on rainy days.”
"Not bad." Mu Su commented with a calm face.
The boss sat back down, threw a box of ammunition handed over by his subordinates on the table and said: "It comes with fifty rounds of 7.62mm bullets. If you shoot it accurately, it will last you a long time."
Mu Su stretched out his hand.
Bang!
A flash of cold light ripped through the air. Looking closely, a dagger was inserted a few centimeters in front of Mu Su's finger. The tip of the knife penetrated the wooden table, and the handle kept shaking.
"Where's the money?"
Mu Su retracted his palm and said calmly: "Can you use something else instead?"
"What?"
Mu Su raised his eyes, and his face under the hood was revealed in front of several people: "Your lives."
"cykablyat!" (Russian)
There was a curse, and the sound of a gun being loaded was heard next to him, followed immediately by the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple.
Ignoring the assault rifle on his head, Mu Su looked at the tattooed man opposite with interest: "Aren't your lives worth less than a gun?"
"Do you know what stupid things you are talking about!" The boss's anger was written all over his face.
Mu Su didn't answer, but slowly picked up an assembled pistol, removed the magazine, and loaded the bullets one by one.
All this happened under the watchful eyes of three eyes.
The boss's face gradually darkened, but he let him go without taking any action.
With a "click", the bullet was loaded. Mu Su raised his arm, slowly raised the muzzle of the gun... and aimed it at his head.
What is he going to do!?
The three of them were confused. Musu tightened his fingers little by little, and when the trigger reached one-third of the way——
Click——
A jamming sound came from inside the pistol.
"Let me help you." The boss smiled ferociously, took off a gold-plated Desert Eagle from his waist, and put it on Mu Su's forehead.
Click——
The same jamming sound was heard, the boss's complexion changed, and he pulled the trigger again, but it still jammed.
He suddenly pointed the gun into the air and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Two deafening gunshots echoed, and the noisy tavern above knew nothing.
The dust fell, and the men on the ground hurried into the basement. They saw the boss with his gun pointed at the buyer's forehead and his fingers tightened.
Click——click——
The jamming sound was like the whisper of a devil, and the calmness of the person opposite made him panic even more.
"hebeportho!" (Russian)
The gun pointed to his head moved away, and his men took a few steps back in panic.
"You guys shoot too!"
The boss looked gloomy and shouted coldly, asking his men to shoot and kill this unknown guy.
The subordinate understood this and suppressed the fear in his heart, aiming at Mu Su and pulling the trigger.
Click——click——
Continuous sounds rang out from their respective rifles.
Mu Su looked at each other calmly: "So do you want to use this gun to buy your own life?"
The scene that could not be explained by science frightened everyone. The boss clenched his teeth, his muscles trembled and growled: "I want..."
Mu Su stood up, put the bullets into the wooden box, closed the lid, held the wooden box, turned around and stepped onto the stairs.
"Who the hell are you!?" the boss behind him yelled.
"You just need to know that the God of Death doesn't want me to die now." Mu Su said without turning around.
The two men in front retreated to the sides in panic.
Kick-kick——
The strong man's teeth were tense. He suddenly grabbed the dagger stuck on the wooden table and threw it towards Mu Su with all his strength!
Snap——
The handle of the knife hit Mu Su's head.
…
thump--
The car was pushed into the river by several people.
They were soaked in water and ran back to the rented commercial vehicle.
"Okay, no one is aware of this matter." The pale rabbit trembled.
"Why does it feel like wiping Mu Su's butt..." Martin wiped his wet hair and complained. "So Mu Su will continue to attack us next, right?"
Silence fell in the car.
"It doesn't matter to me..." Martin added, she could easily be noticed due to her figure.
When Wen Xiang remembered those comments about "ordinary high school girls", she was speechless for a moment.
In silence, the vehicle moved away from the river and returned to the roadside of the hero's home.
Just as the car stopped, a bullet penetrated the rain curtain and shot into the car's fuel tank!
