ocean-life Chapter 133 - 133 - 132: "I’m a spy, I killed 9 players.
Chapter 133 - 133 - 132: "I’m a spy, I killed 9 players.
Chapter 133 – 132: “I’m a spy, I killed 9 players.
If he still hasn’t received treatment within 30 minutes, his life will be at risk, and he may die here.
That is to say, he must clear this level within 30 minutes and leave the map successfully.
The bear trap must have been left by that middle-aged man, only his clothing could have hidden such a thing, and he must have been the one to lay the traps near the prop, waiting patiently for his prey to take the bait.
He had already anticipated that someone might find the prop first and then set traps around it.
But because of the complete darkness, he was still unlucky enough to get caught.
However, this was already a very fortunate situation.
The middle-aged man, out of caution, didn’t touch the prop right away but set traps near it instead and waited patiently, preparing to catch his prey.
It was this caution that cost the man his life.
If the man had touched the prop immediately, he would have discovered its night-vision ability, which was almost like a bug-level existence in this utterly dark space.
One can imagine, had the man got his hands on the prop, it would have been very difficult for him to avoid the fatal attack from this man in absolute darkness.
It’s just an injury to one leg, a small problem.
As long as he quickly takes out the remaining players, he can leave the map and tend to his wounds, as he has a small healing prop.
After briefly treating his wound, Chen Yi stood up, pressed against the wall, and stood back in the darkness, activating the prop. Suddenly, the darkness before him dissipated, and the small courtyard, once shrouded in darkness, appeared before him as if it were daylight.
The courtyard wasn’t big.
Just over a hundred square meters or so, but even a space this small was enough to fumble around in complete darkness.
There were still 3 players in the courtyard.
They were Wang Yimei, the middle-aged woman, and the old man.
There were also three corpses on the ground.
The middle-aged man who appeared to be a hunter, a young man in a suit, and a child.
The first two were his kills, but the last one he didn’t know when happened; it seemed like the middle-aged man’s doing.
In that case, it was pretty much confirmed that the middle-aged man was “Fatal Strike”.
A total of 10 players.
He killed 2, Fatal Strike killed 1, and there were 3 left in the courtyard, meaning there were also 3 players outside.
Apart from the 2 players who stayed outside at the beginning, only one player had run out.
After activating the prop, Chen Yi could clearly see Wang Yimei, slightly panicked, frantically waving his hands in the dark, carefully groping forward, and his direction was precisely where Chen Yi stood.
The distance was less than two steps away.
Chen Yi stood still, and after Wang Yimei took another step forward, Chen Yi’s arm holding the blade aimed at Wang Yimei’s neck and stabbed out furiously.
“Puchi!”
Almost instantly, thick blood spurted out from Wang Yimei’s neck!
The silent stealth kill in the absolute darkness was unavoidable.
A fatal blow.
But to be sure, Chen Yi still stabbed a few more times, because only when all these hostile players were dead could he survive and leave the map, lest a slippery fish survive and hide somewhere.
When he realized that he wanted to find the player due to too much blood loss but his body was too weak to search, it would truly be a big joke.
After taking out Wang Yimei, the prop’s effect also ended.
Chen Yi pulled the dagger from the college student’s neck and thrust it viciously into the neck of the girl in his embrace. Seconds later, her breath, too, swiftly ebbed away.
He casually threw the girl’s body aside and frowned slightly as he looked over at the glaring blood holes in his right shoulder and chest.
Earlier, when he had seized the girl, she, in her pain, stabbed behind her mindlessly with the dagger, hitting him right above the right chest, just below the shoulder.
Luckily, the girl must have been hurried; the dagger did not penetrate straight into his chest and missed his internal organs, leaving only a few deep flesh wounds.
The clothing was torn, and through the thick blood, it was possible to glimpse the layer of fat and tender flesh that resembled budding flesh within the wounds.
Chen Yi moved his right arm, thankful it was not injured to the bone, not affecting his performance. He didn’t hesitate, raising his dagger once again to strike at the other girl, who was frozen in terror and unable to move.
A kill with a single blow.
The strike was quick and not too painful.
People differ from one another.
Some freeze like lead when faced with danger, unable to move, while others scream and run in panic.
Clearly, the remaining girl was the former type.
This made his task much easier. Despite the injury risk, he was determined to deal with Wang Yimei and the first girl together because he didn’t want any of the players to escape.
If these players managed to flee, in their terror, they would certainly find a hidden corner to hide in.
He didn’t have the time to search for them.
So a few more injuries didn’t matter as long as he could leave this map quickly. Right now, time was of the essence!
After taking out the nine players, Chen Yi immediately used another of his spy abilities without any hesitation—sending three messages on his own camp’s chat channel.
“I am the spy; I’ve killed all nine players.”
“Everyone come, next to the red pillar by the black courtyard.”
“Don’t let anyone escape, watch the people, the spy, and the overlord.”
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After sending all three messages in one go, he stood still and took out a cigarette, lighting it and blowing the smoke towards the wounds on his right chest, the smoke providing some analgesic effect.
He also cut several strips of cloth from a girl’s body and wrapped them around his right chest area, a process that was taxing and required the use of both his hands and mouth.
Once done,
he leaned against the wall, trying to bear the pain, smoking his cigarette with an almost trance-like expression as he gazed at the water stains on the street of green bricks.
In fact, he wanted to sit down and rest for a while.
But he knew he couldn’t.
Already weakened from blood loss, if he were to squat down, trying to stand up again would cause a momentary stoppage of blood flow, resulting in him potentially losing control of his body and fainting.
He had to keep pushing himself, as long as he could make it off the map.
He had killed nine players from the hostile camp, but two were still alive.
One was the spy from the hostile camp, and the other was the overlord from his own camp.
Only after these two were dead could he leave the map successfully. So his current priority was to call back all the players from his own camp, then identify the spy and the overlord.
Luckily,
next to the courtyard there was a very conspicuous red pillar, which would at least allow him to accurately communicate his location within the limited number of words possible.
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