After killing the killer who was almost on the opposite side of the road, Luke wasn't so hasty anymore.
He was stuck at the corner of a boulder, and a few seconds later, a killer rushed out of the corner with small steps.
Before she could react, she felt her vision go black, as if she had entered a cage. Her face flattened as if it had hit a wall, and the bones in her face cracked.
Then, there was nothing else.
From the side, after the female assassin turned around the boulder, she suddenly disappeared into thin air, like a ninja on TV who used invisibility.
The world had once again lost a rare elite female killer.
The transparent shadow disappeared into the darkness again and moved on to the next target.
On this side, the frequency of Wade's fragrant breath was decreasing, replaced by rapid and heavy breathing.
At first, he had relied on his uniform and his boldness to kill a few hitmen who were eager to take advantage of him, which made him proud for a moment.
But when the eighth hitman's head was blown off by his pistol from twenty-five meters away, none of the hitmen took the initiative to approach the danger zone within fifty meters of him.
Wade's short-distance sprint, coupled with his nearly 50% hit rate within twenty to thirty meters, was a terrifying method of killing people.
Almost all the hitmen who died had been killed by him in this way.
When the hitmen were cautious, Wade felt uncomfortable.
The other party relied entirely on the rifle's range to bully him and didn't engage him in close combat at all.
To some extent, he had made the same mistake as Lawyer Matt that night.
Although his guns had a longer range, they were only as good as a forty-meter-long saber at most, and couldn't hit an enemy fifty meters away.
Wade's useless saber had long been sheathed on his back, and he could only fire suppressively with his pistol. He had almost no room to fight back.
Fortunately, the support system's plan had repeatedly required him to bring at least twenty magazines with him from the very beginning.
On the belt of his V uniform, the knife slots had all been replaced by magazine slots.
For the sake of the five million deal, Wade accepted his fate and took on this heavy burden.
He usually didn't bring five magazines with him on missions, but now, he could only be glad that he still had so many bullets.
Although he couldn't kill the other party, if he couldn't even fire his pistol, his longest attack would be the two sabers that were less than two meters long, and it would be difficult for him to even escape.
It wasn't even an hour yet, so there was no way he could get the remaining 2.5 million.
Why didn't you bring a rifle?
Because the support system forbade him from bringing a rifle, a machine gun, a rocket launcher, or something like that.
Luke had already given Wade a life-saving artifact like the V suit. How could he allow Wade to use these killer weapons? Wouldn't that be stealing experience and credit points from him?
As long as this guy didn't die, it was fine. It was only right that he suffered a little.
How could he earn five million if he did not suffer?
Wade struggled into a service area made up of bungalows and huddled in a room before panting wildly, not forgetting to curse, "A bunch of psychopaths. It's not easy to die. If you have the ability, fight me one-on-one!"
As he spoke, his hands couldn't help but grope all over his body.
His hands and feet hurt, and the worst part was that the back of his body was hurting everywhere.
With his battle instincts, it was only natural that he would try his best to shift his attacks to the parts of his lower body that could take a beating.
After all, the pain in his limbs would greatly affect his shooting and movement. Although his back was also in pain, it was still within a tolerable range.
More importantly, Wade wasn't going to let the front half of his body take the bullet.
It would be fine if he was hit in the chest or abdomen, but if he was hit in a fatal spot below the abdomen, he would have to kneel with his legs between his legs even if the suit was bulletproof.
After all, while Mr. Wade the Strongest had a strong "vital spot," he wasn't good at taking a beating.
After rubbing wildly, he mumbled, "Vanessa doesn't have trypophobia, does she? My back definitely doesn't look like a Dalmatian anymore. "
At that moment, he heard SpongeBob SquarePants' cheerful reminder in his earpiece. "Bro Octopus, you have five seconds to move, or you'll be surrounded."
Wade crawled to the back door, opened it, and dashed out, not forgetting to ask, "What's the time now?"
"7: 15, 27 seconds, 28 seconds." SpongeBob SquarePants immediately reported the time cheerfully.
Wade gritted his teeth. "Isn't it only a quarter of the way through?"
His and V's mission was an hour, starting at seven and ending at eight.
It had only been fifteen minutes, and he felt like he couldn't hold on much longer.
It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, but that the mission's restrictions were quite troublesome. He couldn't use large-scale weapons to set up traps, nor could he directly get out of combat.
Otherwise, Wade could've lured them into a trap and killed most of them in one go, or he could've killed them one by one after breaking out of the encirclement.
As long as he killed more than half of them, the rest wouldn't be able to run wild.
Wade's idea was indeed good, but the person who paid him didn't want him to take too many kills.
Tonight, he was a moving target that had been pushed out to be beaten.
At that moment, SpongeBob SquarePants suddenly said, "Bro Octopus, you have a new message. Please check it."
Wade: "F * ck! What the hell … Wait, open it. "
SpongeBob SquarePants: "Bro Octopus, please follow the following route. After you completely leave the battle, the mission will be considered to have ended early. — V word. "
Wade: "What?"
What happened to the one hour? It had only been fifteen minutes, and they were already letting him go. That was looking down on him!
Hm, forget it. I'd better run! In any case, the client had said that the mission had been completed.
His entire body hurt except for his vitals. He really couldn't take it.
Looking at the route projected by the support system, he decisively started to slip away.
This route wasn't a simple one. The support system was constantly reminding him to adjust his speed and direction.
Wade wasn't stupid, and soon realized the reason.
As he moved along this winding route, many of the hitmen around him had already been lured into a fan-shaped area.
Compared with the previous distribution of the hitmen like sesame seeds, this should be easier to catch all of them in one fell swoop?
However, in the process of pulling the hitmen into position, he was shot seven or eight more times, and his injuries worsened.
Wade couldn't care too much anymore. He tried his best to put the fleshy part of his back in the direction of the bullets.
It felt as painful as repeated intramuscular injections. It was the same frequency as when the needle was inserted before it could be pulled out. But he still endured the pain and stubbornly pressed forward.
On the other side, Luke couldn't help but sigh as he watched Wade, who was almost pissing his pants as he left the battlefield and approached the escape route. "Sorry, you're all going to die today."
As long as two or three of the remaining hitmen made it out alive, the news of V being beaten up would become a legend, just like the battle this time.
Although V was just a sockpuppet, Luke felt like he was about to become obsessed with cleanliness at the thought of V, who had always been famous for being a wretch.
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