As he was about to reload, curses and a gust of wind suddenly sounded behind him. He hurriedly dived forward to dodge, but he was still viciously slashed on the back.
"You bunch of... bastards..."
Jensen’s eyes were bloodshot, and the blade in his hand still had Wildman’s blood on it.
Wildman didn’t feel much pain, couldn’t see the wound on his back, and it felt like being grazed by a sharp piece of paper. He also didn’t understand what the other person was saying.
Pressing Josh’s giant head nearby, he hurriedly asked, "Holy crap, Bane, are you okay?"
Lin Miao said to capture one alive, and he didn’t dare to kill. What if the mission failed? Besides, with no habit of conserving bullets, players almost always empty their clips before stopping.
"I’m fine, I’ll kill you for sure!"
Wildman simply tossed aside his empty gun and lunged at Jensen, facing the machete without dodging, relying entirely on his inner strength.
Since there was no pain, he directly used his left arm to block Jensen’s fiercely swung machete, one chopping hard, one blocking hard, resulting in the machete getting stuck in Wildman’s arm bone and unable to be pulled out.
Wildman tightly clenched his right hand, punched Jensen in the face, and directly flattened his nose, causing blood to flow continuously.
Perhaps the intense pain got Jensen out of his drug-induced trance. He took a closer look and discovered that all his teammates were dead, leaving only him, and the person in front of him was terrifyingly fierce, as if he didn’t feel any pain when being slashed... Maybe a cyber maniac...
So Jensen gritted his teeth, activated the synapse in the back of his head, and his speed suddenly surged, sprinting towards the vehicle at the base, which had a mounted automatic machine gun and a bulletproof body. It was his only hope for survival. His figure was so fast it left an afterimage in their eyes, spanning ten meters in a blink.
The tardy arriving Potato, watching the battle nearing its end and the afterimage of Jensen, asked in surprise,
"What the hell, what’s going on? How can this guy run so fast?"
Perhaps he was just on drugs, dazed, or too nervous to watch his step, Jensen’s right foot seemed to catch on a piece of rebar, and he lost control, tumbling like a ball into a pile of trash, his whole body convulsing with sparks flickering from his back.
Meanwhile, Lin Miao, who had been watching from beginning to end, wished he could jump out and applaud, shouting brilliant. He genuinely underestimated these people.
No fear of death or pain, while most people would cower upon seeing knives or guns, these folks dared to charge on. Slashed and they didn’t mind. Even without prosthetic limbs, they dared to block a knife and counterattack.
And he hadn’t even noticed when the big guy had brought lime powder, perfectly exhibiting being a cunning bastard.
As for Potato, he seemed to just pass by, but maybe not... Lin Miao had long known of Huang Daxian’s reputation, but he didn’t expect it to hold true here too.
Lin Miao, initially considering himself the main force, ended up doing nothing while the players killed everyone. The whole battle concluded in about thirty seconds.
"Leveled up! Leveled up! Haha!"
The giant head shouted excitedly. Although the panel attributes hadn’t changed, they gained a skill point to upgrade skills.
"I did too, but doesn’t this game have attribute points?"
"I gained a skill, [Stealth LV1]."
"[Poison Milk]? Damn you, even in the game, you won’t let me go? Does this world also have a Brazil Team? Ah Shui, I’m going to complain! You must have done this on purpose for god’s sake!"
Lin Miao, carrying his gun, finally came over, like any NPC idling during a fight scene.
"Everyone, this battle was beyond my expectations. I thought it would be a tough fight, but it ended so easily, thanks to you. It’s all your credit."
The critical player in this battle was Brother Ni, who managed to silently sneak up behind the guard gunman and take him out, which was incredible, or else one of the giant head or Wildman would have died, leaving Lin Miao a chance to take it down.
Before this battle began, Lin Miao only knew there were some Night Wanderers here, but nothing about their equipment or personnel setup, not even what cyber enhancements they had. Purely aiming to use the players as bait, draw them all out, and sneak up during their fight.
Yet he didn’t even exert himself, and they all fell, with only one person wounded, even gaining some experience to level up to LV4, intelligence increasing by one, calmness by one. According to their tone, players seemed different from him, their attributes not as easily increased, but they had skill points he didn’t.
However, even the Night Wanderer wasn’t that great. Before getting near, Lin Miao already smelled alcohol.