Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

After Jimmy passed out.

Under the shadow of the tree, more skeletons came out one after another...

The skeletons surrounded Jimmy who fell to the ground in a swastika shape, looking at each other.

"Why did he fall down before I even made a move? Could it be Pengci?" Brother Back of the Head asked in confusion.

"Pengci can still spit out white foam, so this NPC's acting skills are good enough." The player on the side complained, "I said that the position you are standing in is not good, and you will definitely be spotted by the sentries, but you still don't move when I give you gestures." .”

"Eh? I didn't see it?"

"Isn't that nonsense? If you gesture to him through the tree, he can see ghosts."

"Hush! Shh! What about the secret operation, can you feel a little nervous?"

"Why are you so nervous? This sentinel is like a cute one. It's enough for me not to laugh out loud."

Entropy does not increase, and was going to stop this group of people from beeping, but suddenly he was taken aback when he heard this.

The Miaobi Shenghua next to her also said "ah" and made a fist and high-five movement.

Ji Tang squatted down and checked the fainted sentinel, making sure that his breathing and pulse were normal. Before he raised his head and opened his mouth, he saw the two brainy girls who made the night attack plan flirtatiously...

"Great God Ji, did the sentinel really faint from fright?" Seeing Ji Tang finished the inspection, Miaobishenghua immediately said.

"It's really dizzy." Ji Tang said as he took out two nylon restraint belts and put them on Jimmy's hands and feet.

This kind of convenient and easy-to-use binding weapon (...), there are quite a few in the tricycles they rode, and I don't know if Lord Yang prepared these things in the supply cart because he had no good intentions at the beginning...

"Sister Huahua, what do you think?" The entropy did not increase, and her breathing was a bit rough.

"I also think it's feasible." Miaobi Shenghua nodded vigorously.

"Speak Mandarin! Standard Mandarin!" Brother Lahong quit, raising his hands in protest.

"Let me tell." Miaobi Shenghua nodded towards Entropy, "This siege mission, maybe there is another solution, which can greatly reduce the probability of us hanging back to the town of exile."

The players in the surrounding circle immediately stopped beeping, and all quieted down and listened...

Ten minutes later, the 220 six players gathered in front of the town gate divided into 25 teams and sneaked into the city one by one.

These members, in a team of 91 players, entered the city with no open fire at all. Instead, they sneaked into the alleys in small groups and sneaked into the various brothels, town halls, public security offices on the main road in the town. Strategically important places such as offices and militia headquarters...

A small town with a permanent population of [-] and a floating population (including pleasure-seekers) of about [-], it may not be big or small, but the players who came to Westham for the first time seemed to be interested in this town. The terrain of this small town is extremely familiar, and there is no hindrance in moving.

Being able to act so freely is due to the "stealth investigation" six hours before the game time. When Miaobi Shenghua was shopping on the town's main avenue wearing the fraud orb that gave me medicine, there were actually two other people who were really responsible for spying. The players of the task have sneaked into the city.

Brother La Hong, Qin Guan, Miaobi Shenghua, Entropy Bu Increase, Ji Tang, these first-class bigwigs are still very prestigious in the player group, and it is not easy to borrow the two fraudulent orbs that were taken away by RMB players. Disaster.

When Westham's militia team and various brothel owners' thugs were distracted by the wonderful pen, the two players who volunteered to be spies ran all over the streets and alleys of this town without any pressure , The landmark buildings are all sevens and eighty-eight-this town is too small, not as big as an urban area in a third-tier city in China. People with a strong sense of direction can recognize all the roads after just one run.

In short...under the players' coquettish operation, the terrain information of Westem has been transparent to the players before the fight started.

Of course, it was not in vain to stroll back and forth on the main road in the town. She frantically swiped her identification skills all the way, and she almost got a rough idea of ​​the strength of the militia and brothel thugs...

Ji Tang, Yang Ying, Tang Jia, give me medicine, entropy does not increase, brilliant pen makes flowers, obsessed with learning, hard work will win, etc. The attacking team is composed of eleven players with high combat effectiveness. After the appraisal, it was listed as the militia headquarters of the first-class land.

"As far as I've seen, the militia here is between the first and second ranks. The level of equipment is similar to the group of noble private soldiers we encountered back then, but their combat effectiveness is slightly stronger than those private soldiers. Among those private soldiers Not a second class."

Everyone walked along the wall, and Miaobi Shenghua seized the last time to give everyone the next action points: "The headquarters of the militia is not far from the main road in the town. You can see it when you walk on the road. It is a four-storey building. Building, I counted the number of windows, and estimated that there are more than [-] rooms, and it is likely to be used as a militia dormitory, first control the militia in the dormitory, and only stragglers patrolling outside."

"Hmm... We didn't touch the militiamen in the duty station at the gate of the town just now, is there a problem?" Ai Pincai won.

"If the sleeper is gone, the militiamen patrolling outside the city walls will be more likely to find the problem faster." Entropy does not increase.

"Okay, then there is another problem. The captain of the militia is a second-level NPC, right? What if the captain of the militia doesn't live in the dormitory?" Aipin will win again.

"Why do you have so many things, if you're not here, you won't be here. How can a small NPC leader turn the world upside down?" Give me medicine and turn around in displeasure.

Only those who love to fight will win. He gave me a look at the medicine and said nothing.

"No way, I can't understand the language, and I can't communicate with the deceitful orb. I can't ask where the militia captain lives." Miaobi Shenghua gave me a medicine look, and explained with a good temper, "Anyway, today is a wasteland test. , Even if it doesn’t work, it’s okay, just spend a little more effort and come over from the exile town and continue to try, and it’s over, where’s the logging if you don’t open up wasteland.”

Only those who love to fight will win. He nodded and accepted this explanation.

After going around the small alley twice, the attacking team saw the militia headquarters building, which stood out from the crowd.

There was a sentry post at the gate, but there was no one at the post, and the electric wires and lights were pulled in the yard, and the lights were not on.

How could the players refuse such a generous gesture of welcome, they climbed over the iron gate and jumped into the courtyard with a little bit of impoliteness.

On the first floor, there is a hall directly facing the courtyard door, with lights on inside. Ji Tang made a booing gesture to the players, then walked up the steps lightly, and looked in through the crack of the concealed door.

The hall with several lanterns lit could be described as a miasma. At least twenty militiamen were either drinking, playing cards, or lying on the sofa behind the card table and sleeping soundly.

Ji Tang quietly stepped back down the steps and returned to the players: "There are quite a few people inside, around twenty by visual inspection."

"Try this group of people first." Miaobi Shenghua said, taking off her equipment on the spot...

"Wait a minute." Entropy did not increase, "I don't think it's scary enough to be just a naked skeleton. Why don't you put on the clothes these people are more familiar with?"

"It makes sense." Miaobi Shenghua looked around and waved his bone claws.

The 11-member attacking team bypassed the building and ran into the backyard of the house to pull the uniforms of the militia members from the drying racks to dry...

It’s not counting tearing people’s clothes, but the entropy of doing things seriously and paying attention to details does not increase, and even grabbed a clean uniform and rubbed a lot of mud on the ground...

The uniforms of the militia are as empty as they are for the skeletons. You don’t need to take off the equipment, just wear it inside; after putting on the uniforms, the players go back to the front yard and stand in front of the hall.

Just like this, the entropy does not increase and the details are not enough, so I raised my hand and pointed to the window: "Ghosts should not go through the door, what do you think?"

Everyone: "..."

"Qingyue, you have a bad talent. I'm starting to sympathize with the NPCs in it." Tang Jia complained complicatedly.

"Come on." Entropy doesn't increase, as if we didn't hear the complaint, "Let's squat under the window sill, and only one person taps on the window glass. The people inside notice it and then gradually increase the intensity. The rhythm is almost the same. The squatting people one by one Stand up, smash the window together, and create shock points step by step like a horror movie, I think this should be better than jumping in directly."

Miaobi Shenghua strongly agrees: "Qingyue is right, it should be like this. It is better to gradually increase the fear, and the effect of the drama is better. If the threshold is reached at once, it will not be easy to scare later."

Everyone: "..."

Give me medicine and can’t help complaining: "I think, why not go offline to ask the administrator to make a suggestion, and ask the administrator to temporarily add a scary sound effect. When we debut, the BGM will follow. If there is more atmosphere, there will be more atmosphere."

Entropy does not increase & Miaobi Shenghua ignored him at all, took the lead and leaned under the window, and waved at the people standing there.

Players drove more than 20 kilometers of mountain roads before starting the night attack, and practiced collecting and spawning monsters on the spot while waiting for the game to enter the night. After playing for more than six hours, not a single skeleton was clean; He also specially put on a large uniform that was covered in mud on purpose. At first glance, he really looked like a ghost that had just crawled out of the grave.

It can be really bad even if it is bad. Entropy does not increase first and fires the first shot. She does not raise her head, but raises her hand and taps on the window glass with her finger bones.

It was noisy inside, and the drunken, card-playing and cursing militiamen made it a point not to hear the slightest sound.

The entropy does not increase and there is no rush. It is very patient to tap a few times before increasing the gravity.

When the rhythmic and gradually intensified knocking on the glass reached more than a dozen times, a militiaman who had not drunk too much seemed to have heard something, stopped talking with his friends, and looked around blankly.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The militiaman B who was talking to him was not happy with his absent-minded look, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"Strange, I seem to hear something? Didn't you hear it?" said the militiaman A who was still relatively sober.

"Oh? What do you mean, women's groans? If you want a woman, go to the street. When will Westem lack this!" The militiaman B who was talking to him laughed wantonly.

"No, it's not..." Militiaman A shook his head and wanted to say something, his face changed slightly again, "Hey, buddy, listen quickly, the voice is getting louder."

"I just heard Sam fart, ha ha ha ha!"

Militiaman A shook his head again, not counting on the drunk, and stood up by himself.

The rhythmic "knock, knock" sound became louder and louder. Militiaman A always felt that this sound seemed familiar, but he also drank alcohol and couldn't remember it for a while.

Militiaman A tried to look around with his drunken eyes open, but when he glanced over the window from the corner of his gaze...suddenly his pupils shrank.

The glass windows used in the headquarters of the militia are just ordinary flat glass, which has bubbles, is not pure, and is not smooth enough. People or objects seen through the glass windows will be deformed.

But no matter how deformed it is, militiaman A can clearly see it...a skeleton claw with thick bones is leaning on the window sill, knocking on the window...

"Ah!" Militiaman A let out a short scream, and fell back on the sofa.

This scream was like a signal for action. The bone claw that was just knocked was hit hard on the window frame with the whole palm; the owner of this bone claw, a skeleton covered in mud in a militia uniform, also "Floating" up from under the window sill.

"Ah! Ahhh!" Militiaman A jumped up from the sofa, went around behind the sofa, grabbed Militiaman B by the shoulder, shook it vigorously, and poked towards the window.

"Fuck, why are you crazy?" Militiaman B drank a lot of wine and yelled at Militiaman A angrily, and then looked towards the window impatiently.

Outside the window, stood a skeleton.

This skeleton was wearing their uniform, covered in mud and dirt, one bone claw was lying on the window sill, and the other bone claw was slapping the window frame.

"Ah!!" Militiaman B let out a much more miserable scream than Militiaman A, and the wine glass fell to the floor and shattered.

These two made such a big commotion, even if the teammates in the same room were dead, they should have noticed, no matter if they were drunk or playing cards, they all stopped their movements, and looked at them blankly, puzzled, irritable, and annoyed. It seems.

The militiaman AB pointed in the direction of the window at the same time in unison, trembling for a long time without being able to say a complete sentence.

The cursing drunkards and gamblers all turned their heads to look at the window...

The scolding stopped suddenly.

This group of gamblers/alcoholics who gambled/drunk their minds, stared blankly at the direction of the window, their eyes widened, and their mouths opened wider and wider.

Before the group of guys who had been tortured by staying up late and alcohol were slow to react, a second skeleton appeared outside the window, a third skeleton, and a fourth skeleton...

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen skeletons appeared, blocking the one-and-a-half-meter-wide windows tightly and airtightly.

These mud-covered skeletons, who seemed to have just crawled out of the grave, crowded in front of the window, staring numbly at the people in the house with their black eye sockets, and countless bone claws beat the window frame neatly and rhythmically .

"Ahhhhh-!!"

"Mom—!"

"Miss Gold Coin! What the hell is this?!"

The militiamen were going crazy, screaming one after another...

The group of skeletons outside seemed to be more energetic, and the beating turned into smashing, and the window frame couldn't help shaking after being smashed.

If the players break through the window suddenly, this group of militiamen who are used to running amok in the town will take up their weapons and fight desperately.

But the players just squeezed out of the window and slapped and smashed the window to create surprise. There was only panic but no imminent threat to their lives. This group of militiamen did not have the courage to resist...

Not only did he not have the courage to face up, he saw the windows being slapped by the players and couldn't help shaking and crumbling, and there were also "smart people" who thought of running away and letting other people stand on their backs...

A few people who leaned into the corridor took the lead in escaping, and this gang of militiamen who had no fighting spirit in the first place was even more vulnerable. They all yelled and scrambled towards the corridor...

There is no longer any suspense about the next development. In terms of speed, the players who are not inferior to the professional level happily smashed the windows and jumped into the room. The group of militiamen who were collectively lazy when it was their turn to be on duty at night did not escape, nor did the militiamen who were sleeping in the dormitory upstairs who were sleeping in shifts. With the spread of panic, no matter how many people there are, it is useless if they cannot form an effective resistance.

In less than half an hour, all 141 militiamen left behind at the militia headquarters were wiped out.

The militia captain, Cardo Gauld, did not go home tonight.

His wife took care of two children who were studying in a private college in Inadoli, and there were only three elderly people in the family. In addition to Gauld's social status in Westham, no one would ever ask him whether he had cheated in marriage , Whether or not to return home at night.

As in the past, Captain Gould, who took a rest in the middle of the night, came to a club called "Lover" to meet his current lover and stay overnight after being tender.

Whether it is prostitutes or male prostitutes on the street, few of them are voluntary in the flesh and blood business, but since the reality cannot be changed, people have to find some reason to fool themselves so that they can live.

Gould's lover, Ms. Shirley, is one of the people who live in this way of deceiving herself. She tries to convince herself that the short-term freshness of pleasure-seekers is also a kind of love. The tenderness, the affectation of admiration, of the charity of the welcome guest will also make oneself more valuable than others.

Under this kind of self-brainwashing, Ms. Shirley tried her best to prolong the guests' "love period" for her. Whenever Captain Gould came to spend the night with her, she was always overjoyed. As if she was really a legal wife who greeted her husband.

It's just... people can't live in lies for a lifetime, even in the false world carefully created by themselves, people will instinctively question and torture in the depths of their souls.

It was still terribly dark, and Ms. Shirley woke up from her nightmare.

She lay trembling uncontrollably on the bed for a while, and when she regained her strength, she carefully removed Gould's arm, got off the bed lightly, and walked to the window barefoot.

Ms. Shirley was no longer young enough to compete with the teenage girls, and her room was at the back, and all she could see from the window was the dark alley instead of the bright streetscape of a few years ago.

She folded her arms and leaned against the window, staring blankly out of the window.

People like her, of course, have long since lost their extravagant hopes for the future.In other words... Most of the people on this street can only rely on repeatedly chewing on the short-lived happy years they have experienced to serve as spiritual nourishment.

Of course such a life would be tiring.

Every time Ms Shirley woke up from a nightmare like this, she thought about death.

When will she be free?

She couldn't wait any longer...

Ms. Shirley, who was staring in a daze outside the window with a numb expression, suddenly saw the image of Death appeared outside the glass window.

The skeletal Grim Reaper in a white robe was lying on her window sill with a steel knife, looking at her through the glass window.

Ms. Shirley looked at the Grim Reaper quietly, and the Grim Reaper looked at her quietly.

After a few seconds, Ms. Shirley was sure that the skeleton death outside the window was not a phantom...she burst into tears in an instant.

"...You are finally here." The extremely tired lady smiled with tears in relief, opened the window, and stretched out her hands as if she was afraid of death.

The Grim Reaper silently watching her outside the window... tilted his head.

Then... the god of death seemed to be very uncertain and tentatively opened his bone claws, and grabbed Ms. Shirley's hand.

Ms. Shirley leaned over tremblingly, put her face on the cold bone claws of the god of death, and begged and whispered: "Please take me away, please, please take me away..."

grim Reaper:"……"

The player inexplicably held the female NPC's shoulders, gently pushed her away, and jumped into the window sensitively. When he found the male NPC lying on the bed, his eyes lit up immediately, and he rushed up like a hungry tiger, and lifted the quilt. One restraint belt for each hand and foot, and skillfully stuffed the underwear thrown by the bed into the NPC's mouth.

Before Ms. Shirley, who was pushed away by the Grim Reaper, could react, Captain Cardo Gauld settled the matter.

Another player crawled in through the window, and looked at the civilian NPC standing beside him in a strange way. The player who rushed in said, "What's the matter with this girl? Don't you need to tie her up?"

"I don't know, but this NPC seems to be from our side, and she opened the window." The player who came in first said, "Help me first, this NPC has a level [-], we must control it first."

"to make."

The two players worked together to lift Captain Gould, who had woken up and was struggling desperately, off the bed, wrapped it with a sheet and quilt cover to restrict his mobility, and stuffed it under the bed...

During the whole process, Ms. Shirley was stunned.

The two "skeleton gods of death" stuffed Captain Gould under the bed and began to divide up Captain Gould's belongings.

"I rely on the sword used by this NPC to be awesome. Such a high physical attack is comparable to the elite level!"

"Fuck, the recovery price of this ring is [-] copper coins?! Get rich, get rich!"

"Hahaha I just got it back at a loss!"

Putting the trophies that could be identified to their value, the two skeletal gods of death opened the door and left on their own...

Seeing that they were about to leave, Ms. Shirley suddenly regained her senses and hurriedly stumbled after them.

The two skeletons turned around in the corridor, found the stairs and went down to the first floor. Together they opened the door of the club and let six or seven skeletons in.

Ms. Shirley, who was standing at the top of the stairs, was stunned again.

Although these skeletons who entered the club also noticed Ms. Shirley, they were not interested in her (civilians with no equipment and no intention of attack have no sense of existence in the eyes of the players), and rushed into each room in groups of three and two, Whether it's the guests who stayed overnight, the thugs who hid in the back and slept in the employee lounge, or even the boss who slept in the office, they all took them down one by one.

After passing through the entire "lover" club, the gang of skeletons left without hesitation, ignoring the waitresses who were yelling or trembling after waking up.

Ms. Shirley followed these skeletons in a daze the whole time, watching them tying up people and sweeping around, completely unable to understand what happened.

When these skeletons left, she chased to the door and saw...the group of skeletons ran to the wall of the strip dance show next door. Quickly start climbing over the wall.

Not long after, there was a howling sound from inside the wall, which seemed to be the howl of a night-time thug: "Ghost ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Ms. Shirley: "..."

She also saw... under the streetlight across the street, there was another group of skeletons entering and exiting at the gate of a clubhouse...

Ms. Shirley walked back into the "Lover" club silently.

The twenty or so waitresses in the shop were terrified, and they all gathered in the lobby, not daring to go out or go back to the room. When Ms. Shirley, who was so courageous enough to run after the skeletons, came back, they all looked at her tremblingly. she.

Ms Shirley took a deep breath...

"Don't be dazed! Gather and hide all the valuables you can see! Those, those skeletons don't want it, we want it!"