i just want to play games

Chapter 130 Harry's Counterattack

"I want to know, what can I do next?" Harry looked at the little guy in front of him.

Compared with his model, this guy is too small and exquisite.

Harry even wondered if he would kill this NPC with one punch.

"Please put away your unrealistic thoughts." The thin guy said suddenly, "If you dare to attack me, there will be no room for you in Liberty City."

Hearing what the other party said, Harry withdrew his little thoughts.

From the looks of it, this is indeed an NPC.

Because Harry has no way to lock the other party's profile picture, although the attack is allowed, Harry still feels that it is better not to act rashly.

Following behind this NPC-like guy, Harry kept thinking about something in his mind.

"This is Liberty City." The guy in front of him seemed to be very talkative. "Here, you can do many things that you would not normally dare to do. You are free and unrestrained. It is a paradise for people like us."

Harry didn't answer, still following behind him.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten to tell you something." A smile suddenly appeared on that flat face.

Only then did Harry notice that he was brought into an alley unknowingly, "Oh? What is it?"

Harry looked around as he spoke.

"Little guy, looking around is not a good habit." Just as Harry was waiting for an opportunity to escape, a joking voice suddenly came from above his head, "Welcome to Liberty City."

Harry felt a blow to his back and staggered forward.

It's hard to stay in shape.

"I forgot to tell you just now, I'm not an NPC. My poor newcomer friend." A sharp dagger pierced Harry's chest.

The screen was plunged into darkness.

"Fuck me, what kind of garbage game is this!" Harry slapped the computer table angrily.

For the past hour or so, he has been doing exams and choices.

Finally entered the official plot, and then, died?

You meow told me, I'm dead?

"This shit is really a rubbish game! FUCK!" Harry slapped the table again, venting his anger.
After about ten minutes.

Only then did Harry regain his composure, "I must make that skinny monkey pay the price! Let them know that the crime of provoking the god of games is unforgivable!"

In fact, just now Harry did realize that something was wrong.

The words of the thin monkey left a deep impression on him.

"Free, unrestrained."

That means, in that game world, the player can do whatever they want.

Just like a thin monkey pretending to be an NPC and deceiving himself.

"I just don't know how he managed to hide his nickname and blood bar." Harry didn't just follow behind the skinny monkey blindly.Along the way, he was observing the passers-by around him.

Many people have blood bars and nicknames on their heads.

This is the biggest feature to distinguish between players and NPCs.

However, the young man who looked like a thin monkey hid the characteristics of the player.

This is one of the reasons why Harry was taken in.

Get back into the game.

Harry's character's blood volume is already very unhealthy at this time.

The original blood volume of 356 is now only a little.

Assets were also successfully cleared.

"It's really a lesson." Harry said with self-deprecation.

There isn't much useful stuff in the room.

A baseball bat, a cell phone, half a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, some clothes and an empty wallet.

That's all Harry has right now, "So, what I need to do now is get back in shape?"

The system kept reminding Harry that his blood volume was very unhealthy at this time, and he might die at any time.

Although I haven't figured out the mechanics and content of the game yet.

But Harry already has goals of his own.

That scarred face standing in the hallway.

The guy who sneaked up on him from behind.

Also, the skinny monkey as the leader.

Getting revenge on these three guys is Harry's biggest motivation for the game now.

"Hey, Harry, do you want to come to the club activities tonight?" A new message came from the old mobile phone.

Harry looked it up and got an address.

"So, this is considered to have entered the game plot?" With such doubts, Harry picked up the baseball bat and left his room again.

The setting of the room should be similar to something like a safe house.This is Harry's own judgment.

He also didn't know if there was a safe house in Liberty City.

"Be careful, there is always nothing wrong." Harry came to the meeting place, and his blood volume had recovered to 2 points at this time.

It seems that the injury will also slowly heal over time.

It's just that the speed of recovery is really pitifully slow.

"Hey, poor Harry, who beat you up like this?" A fancy-dressed guy came up to Harry, "Isn't it because you went to a nightclub for free and got beaten up?"

"Hahahaha." The people around were amused by these words and laughed.

Harry didn't pay attention to the eyes of these people.

He found that, except for a few people who were NPCs, most of the rest were players.

"Okay, don't laugh at our poor Harry." The leader took out a box from his arms and threw it to Harry, "Hurry up and clean up your wounds, I don't want to see your face, And affect my mood."

After saying this, the NPC turned and left.

Harry didn't think too much, and quickly took out the medicine in the box.

After swallowing it in one gulp, the blood volume immediately increased a lot.

"I don't know if it's a novice reward or something." Harry looked at the blood volume that had finally returned to the safety line, and felt a little relieved.

Only then did Harry re-observe the surrounding environment.

Most of the players had their weapons in their hands, and it was clear that the party was not a good one.

Harry also didn't want to communicate with other players.

In this Liberty City, these strange players are not worthy of Harry's trust.

Previous events have confirmed this.

Thinking of this, Harry stood alone in the corner.

In line with the mentality of being content with the situation, quietly waiting for things to happen.

After several waves of players came one after another, the plot officially began.

The originally dark parking lot was suddenly lit up.

The roar of locomotives, from far to near.

A large group of guys in black T-shirts and red towels wrapped around their right shoulders came in from outside.

Harry saw the guy who was the leader before, sitting on a chair he didn't know where he came from, looking carelessly at the group of outsiders.

"Do you really dare to come?" The leading NPC yelled at the visitor while eating snacks, "In such a big battle, you don't really want to kill me, do you?"

"The Razer Party merged into our Tianxiahui." Harry could see that the group of people who came were not NPCs, but players.

The blood bar and nickname displayed above the head of the leader also prove this point.

"Tianxiahui? The name of this guild is low enough." Although the Thunder Snake Party was not easy to hear, Harry still felt that this guild named Tianxiahui was even more rustic.

The NPC in fancy clothes was obviously the leader of the Razer Party. He stood up and staggered to the other side, "This is Liberty City, do you know what you're talking about?"

"The whole world will declare war on the Razer Party." The man in black didn't say any more nonsense, and punched the leader of the Razer Party in the face.

Harry quietly clenched the baseball bat in his hand.

He still hasn't figured out the situation in front of him. Obviously, the game has only been open for three or four days.

Even if my progress is a little slower, it is not impossible to understand the game situation?

Standing still was Harry's only choice at this time.

Continue to observe the trend of events.

Harry didn't feel that his choice was wrong.

Whether it is the Tianxiahui or the Razer Party, they have made preparations in advance.

There was chaos on the frontal battlefield.

Players keep falling.

Harry still stood where he was, looked at his blood volume, and chose to protect himself wisely, and had no intention of joining the war, "This is really a bad situation. I hope the police can come sooner, if there are police in this city."

Just when Harry wanted to watch the chaos in front of him quietly, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.

Obviously, someone is approaching him quickly.

Harry quickly manipulated the character to roll and dodge.

"Bang—" The roar of metal collisions reached Harry's ears.

A guy with a scar on his face, holding the same baseball bat as Harry, was looking him up and down.

"Meet again, lovely new friend." Scarface obviously still had some impressions of Harry, and walked towards him slowly, "It seems that we are really destined to each other. I can meet you during the day and have club activities at night." I can still meet you. So, come and have fun with me!"

Harry looked at the guy in front of him, and the flame in his heart suddenly ignited, "FUCK!"

Afterwards, Harry rushed towards the scarred face in front of him, "Where is that damned monkey!"

"Oh? You mean the collaborator during the day?" Scarface replied while parrying Harry's attack, "Who knows? In Liberty City, no one will casually inquire about other people's information. Newcomers My friend, I will tell you this news for free." After Scarface said this, he kicked Harry in the chest, taking away nearly 20 drops of his blood.

The blood line, which was not much at first, immediately dropped by one-fifth.

Harry backed away a little, it was obviously not the right choice to go head-to-head.

Moreover, from Scarface's mouth, he already got the information he wanted.

The three people before were not acquaintances.

They just formed a temporary team to find newcomers to bully them.

Therefore, I still don't know the information about the thin monkey.

"Thank you for the information, though." Harry grinned suddenly. "Forgot to tell you, the game is not played by brute force. Old bird."

After saying this, Harry turned and ran towards the abandoned motorcade behind him.

Scarface froze for a moment, unable to understand what Harry said.

bluff?Or advance warning?
These need to be judged by Scarface himself.

In front of the computer, a young oriental man is hesitating, "Axi, don't run away!"

Scarface didn't want to let go of Harry in front of him.

Even if there is any conspiracy, he believes that he can suppress the opponent again by virtue of his advantages in level and blood volume.

In the game [Crime City], club activities are also an important source of funds.

"I need this money to change equipment now, so I'm sorry, my newcomer friend." If it wasn't for the money, he wouldn't do such a shameful thing as bullying the newcomer.

It's just that the monsters on the frontal battlefield are not something he can provoke now.

Who knows, are there local tyrants or masters hidden inside?
As an ordinary player, Kim Sang-wook still likes to bully those who are weaker than himself.

Harry looked at the scarred face who was chasing after him, and he didn't look anxious at all.

It seems that these are all in his expectation.

Relying on the advantages brought by the level, the opponent is getting closer to him.

However, Harry remained unhurried and maintained his own rhythm of movement.

"Don't waste your energy, little guy, I'll execute you quickly without any pain." Kim Sang-wook chased Harry while calling out to him.

After all, in Kim Sang-wook's view, it will be a matter of time before he catches up with the opponent.

It is impossible to use technology to make up for the gap in movement speed brought about by levels.

What's more, Kim Sang-wook's skills may not be much worse than Harry's.

It's just that Harry didn't make the slightest response to Kim Sang-wook's call.

It's as if you can't hear the other person's voice.

Finally, Harry climbed to the top of the pile of abandoned cars, and he stopped his steps, looked at the scarred face less than five meters away from him, "Old bird, the game requires not only brute force, but also brains. So let me tell you a little secret."

Kim Sang-wook looked at Harry who was not running away, and slowly approached quietly, fearing that the other party would continue to run away, "Oh? Do you have any last words to tell me?"

In the surrounding environment, there is no possibility of an ambush.

Kim Sang-wook could conclude that the guy in front of him must be bluffing.

There is still a distance of four meters, and he only needs to take three steps forward to enter the attack range.

Two meters, as long as two meters is enough.

Harry didn't seem to realize this, and said to himself, "In the game, the surrounding environment is a very important thing. This is something I learned during the day."

"Oh? Then how should you thank me? Hand over your equipment? Or give up your life? Anyway, you have already died once, and you don't care about dying a second time?" Kim Sang-wook took advantage of this time and took another step forward. distance.

There are three meters!

Harry looked at Kim Sang-wook's feet, and suddenly grinned, "You must be thinking that if you walk one meter further, you can take the head of this little guy. But you haven't thought about why I ran here Come on. You haven't thought about what is the biggest difference between me and you." Harry threw away the baseball bat in his hand, smiled and took out the lighter, "I forgot to tell you, these cars still have oil in them. Although, I don't know which brain-dead designer made it, but this is fatal enough for you!"

(End of this chapter)