Chapter 1949 Who framed it


    Faced with the crazy companions, these people neither stopped nor helped, but looked down at the people below like bystanders.


    What''s even more strange is that the player who slaughtered ordinary people did not respond to the arrival of his companions. He seemed to be a little confused about who the person in front of him was, and attacked everything that could be seen indiscriminately.


    "The East District people really want to kill us" - This idea flashed through the minds of all those who witnessed this scene. They didn''t know what was going on, and only knew that after an East District player started to massacre them, the later East District players also had a tacit attitude.


    The cleaning plan may be fake, and the East District people might not have really killed them before, but at this moment, everyone has a vague concept in their minds, that is, the East District people will do this sooner or later, not today, but tomorrow.


    However, hatred and revenge take time, and the breath of death is now attached to your side!


    "Bang!" Suddenly, a light bounced from afar intercepted the sword swinged by the player in the East District. A man wearing a mask flashed on the street, holding a small square object in his hand and lifted the player in the East District, and the props of both sides immediately exchanged.


    The masked man got the big knife of the East District player, and the latter got the small object of the former.


    The player in the East District responded a little slow and looked down at the things in his hand. The next second, the props that exploded were blocked by the whole face. Because he was not wearing a defensive mask, the irritating mucus burst out of the square object directly touched his skin. The man covered his face and screamed, and quickly reached out to grab the things on his face. However, he didn''t expect that this thing was particularly sticky, and he actually brought his eyes out while tearing it!


    This physical and mental discomfort scene did not change much of the players present. The masked player was a little surprised. He probably didn''t expect his method to work so easily. However, he did not waste time, but wanted to kill the other players before they took action.


    "It''s no help." One of the East District players with long hair spoke, saying that he said to several other companions.


    The player on the same side as him nodded slightly, "The record has been completed."


    "No matter how useless the person is, he is from our East District, and it is not the turn of the West District to kill him." The long-haired player fell from the roof as he spoke. When he fell, the masked player who had already rushed to the target suddenly floated up like weightlessness, rushing to the sky very quickly.


    At the same time, several other East District players were divided into two groups, one group to kill masked players and the other group to kill their own people.


    The effect applied to the masked player disappeared with the long-haired player falling to the ground, but he had no chance to return to the ground and turned into a target in the air. While the two sides were going back and forth, the other two players had already killed the ombudsman who was killing people crazy. The long-haired player came to his companion, raised his knife and cut off his head, and then wiped it in front of his head, and the face of the crazy ombudsman changed.


    "Your resistance army is just a little inequality when disguised as an inspector and massacre civilians!"


    The voice of the long-haired player covered a range of nearly two thousand meters in diameter under the prop effect, and clearly entered everyone''s ears.


    "You... are shameless!" The masked player was furious. He kicked away the person who pressed him with props, leaned over and rushed towards the long-haired player, "I''ll kill you!"


    The long-haired player stood there and did not move, but several figures exactly like him appeared on the street, making it difficult to tell whether he saw hallucinations or his eyes were blurred. However, the masked player had no chance to tell whether he was seeing the hallucinations or his eyes were blurred. Because the movements of these figures were uniform, they raised their hands, pressed a silver metal tube body with thumbs and index fingers. When the tube body was closed up and down, several shock waves scattered in a visible shape of the naked eye. Neither the long-haired player in it nor his companions responded to this. Instead, the masked player sandwiched between them knelt down in pain after being swept by the shock wave. The blood flowing from somewhere continued to drip along the bottom edge of the mask. As the shock wave released by the tube became more and more dense, others became more painful, and they couldn''t even hold the props!


    "Cut off his hand." The long-haired player ordered his companions.


    However, just as the player in the East District was about to take action, the tube suddenly lost its effect. The moment the shock wave stopped, the masked player who woke up from the severe pain immediately used props to move himself hundreds of meters away.


    Players in the East District have put restrictions on space teleportation props, which is very inconvenient for dungeon players. The local players in the West District do not have much hindrance. However, it is obvious that the masked player does not intend to leave. After setting a certain distance from the inspector of the East District, he ran wildly under the cover of the props.


    Of course, those players knew that their instruments were interfered, but they had no intention of letting the masked player go, leaving one person to clean up the corpse of his companion, while the other people followed him and chased after him.


    The long hair tampered with the masked player, so he could easily get the route and direction of his escape. However, he didn''t expect that when a few people tracked down a messy old house area, the props failed.


    "It''s not far away, search!" The eldest son used his hand and his subordinates immediately dispersed.


    At this time, the mask player was actually far away from the East District player. When he escaped, he used props to check whether he was positioned. Although he could not directly remove the props, it was fine to use the props to fail. When he arrived near the old house area, he felt that the time had almost finished, so he used the substitute props to help him run for a while.


    He was heading in another direction, but unexpectedly, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed when he was passing through a certain door. According to the surrounding streets, he knew that he had at least run out for several miles - this was abnormal, because players in the East District will definitely restrict the West District, and it is impossible for the space teleportation props to take effect if they are disturbed!


    I don’t know what happened, but instinct made him immediately open several layers of defensive props and put a helmet on his head that looked bulky.


    The place he was in seemed to be a basement. After looking around for a week, he walked towards the stairs with a short knife. As soon as he climbed up to push the floor open, a sound rang out behind him:


    “It’s safe here.”


    "Ding!" The short knife in the masked player flew out directly in the direction of the sound, but it penetrated the other party''s body and stabbed the wall. He looked at the person standing in the corner in shock, and couldn''t help asking, "Who are you!"


    (This chapter ends)