Chapter 77 - 23: Farming Monsters for Equipment_3
"Told you to freaking shoot! Told you to hit my thigh!"
"Damn, scared the crap out of me!"
"Even the site supervisor doesn’t dare to hit me!"
"I am a dignified master Assassin, Ezio’s thirty-eighth generation disciple, almost died at your hands!"
The poor underling, his hands were clearly prosthetics, very strong, but unable to withstand the group blades. He accidentally fell during a venting-style attack from four people and was immediately hacked beyond recognition.
Yet, they hadn’t killed anyone before, each cut avoided vital parts and wasn’t very forceful, resulting in him lying there gasping for air while blood bubbles gurgled from his mouth. Who knows if he was begging for a swift death or cursing the craziness of this group.
In the end, even in death, he couldn’t find peace, glaring at the heavens as if questioning why he encountered such a bunch of cyber maniacs.
After confirming all the wild creatures were killed, players piled their bodies onto the vehicle, and Brother Dao lamented once again.
"This game, the combat scene is legit awesome, when the bullet grazed my ear, I almost thought I was really done for, my ear was ringing but it only hurt a little bit."
"Bullshit." Red Barrel sat in the passenger seat, pressing his still bleeding right thigh, "A little more to the side and I might as well have killed myself."
Only Brother Ni and the Lame Warrior surrounded the silver-haired Natural Curl.