Looking at the flashing white light, the black shadow that jumped out from the ground was completely stunned on the spot.
He couldn't understand what was going on.
'Aren't you trying to stop me?
Why … '
Messy thoughts kept popping up in his mind, but they were interrupted at the next moment.
Cold!
Bone-chilling cold!
When Kieran looked at him, the black figure shuddered. When he looked at Kieran, his eyes were filled with fear.
He knew there was only one possibility that could cause such a scene.
Powerful strength and …
Countless killings!
Not just the natives, but the players as well, only then would it be enough to form such a feeling.
How many did this bastard kill?
Was he a killer?
No, he wasn't just a killer.
He was … a butcher!
A butcher from head to toe!
Looking at the cold and merciless black eyes, the black figure froze. When his body was enveloped by the killing intent, he was frozen.
Like a body in a freezer.
As a matter of fact, he saw countless bodies.
Layer after layer of bodies, piles after piles of bodies.
Uncountable!
They were wailing and crying in pain.
They were praying and praying.
They were praying and praying for forgiveness.
However, everything was useless.
The person they faced wasn't just cold-blooded and merciless, he was also extremely cruel.
That person had no mercy, no mercy.
All he had was slaughter!
Kill!
Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill!
Deafening roars echoed in the black figure's ears. His frozen body trembled violently, his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth were bleeding uncontrollably.
"S-Spare me, I can tell you their secrets."
Stuttering words came out of the black figure's bleeding mouth. Mixed with the blood, the words became more and more indistinct.
Despite the fact that the black figure wanted to speak as clearly as possible.
He felt the presence of death that he had never felt before.
He didn't want to die.
He wanted to live.
And he thought he could survive.
One needed to know, he had a lot of secrets that the players didn't know.
As long as he spilled some of the secrets, it would be enough to save his life.
It wasn't wrong to have such thoughts. If it was someone else, it would be enough.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Kieran.
Bang!
As soon as the words left his mouth, his head exploded just like that.
…
The kill notification appeared. The opponent's name was Godard, and he contributed 20,000 Points, 5 Skill Points, and a new room key to Kieran.
"Godard?"
A name he had never heard of before.
Kieran frowned as he looked at the previous kill record.
Or more precisely, he was more interested in Sin-server than anything else.
Because —
[You've killed Player Server I!]
[Treated as self-defense through authentication]
[Classified as an Honor Kill!]
[You will receive all the Points and Skill Points of the player …]
[Total: 3,000 Points and 1 Skill Point]
[Received the player's house key]
[You've acquired the right to use the player's house]
[All the player's belongings will be returned to their room …]
[Honor Kills: 117]
…
Servant I wasn't the so-called 'Sin-server'.
Kieran couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the 'I' symbol that represented Advanced Rank.
"Since there's Type I, will there be Type III?"
"'Sin-server' doesn't just refer to a person, but an organization?"
Kieran thought as he looked further away.
There were two snipers running away in panic.
They weren't here for Kieran, but for Sin-server. But without a doubt, these snipers never cared about the life and death of others.
If Kieran wasn't strong enough, he would be the one who died.
Being weak was a sin.
It wasn't wrong in the big city. Even though it was hard for the people to accept it at first, they slowly accepted it in the end.
After understanding that, Kieran tried his best to become stronger.
He didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.
He didn't want to walk on the streets of the big city and get killed by random people.
What he wanted to do was to have more options in times like this.
For example …
Kill those bastards who dared to attack him!
If they don't offend me, I won't offend them!
If they offend me, I'll pull them out from the roots!
Kieran slowly walked to the shadow beside him.
When he walked past Pol, Kieran didn't even care.
Pol was still useful.
The secrets on him and the suspicious feeling were all reasons why he wouldn't be killed right away.
Kieran was looking forward to Rachel digging out the real secrets from Pol.
Therefore, he didn't hide anything and told Rachel everything that happened here honestly.
Rachel: Roger that.
…
After Rachel's simple reply, Kieran vanished from the street.
When Kieran vanished, a group of robotic enforcers appeared at the end of the street. Pol, who was paralyzed on the ground, picked up his weapon and backpack and ran to the other side.
He knew he had escaped death.
But it wasn't because of Pol's mercy.
It was because Kieran had a secret that Pol was interested in.
Kieran was thinking about the secret that concerned his life and death.
Pol clenched his teeth and ran towards Harvest Inn.
He had no other choice.
The longer time passed, the more disadvantageous it would be for him, so he might as well seize the initiative now.
…
The two snipers weren't fast, but they weren't slow either.
They split up and ran in different directions, changing their outfits and contacting their reinforcements.
Everything they did was to increase their chances of escaping.
When groups of reinforcements appeared, the two snipers heaved a breath of relief.
When there were more people around, fear and cowardice would slowly fade away.
Courage slowly returned to the two of them.
After they regrouped, they faced their reinforcements.
Their employer's reinforcements.
"Godard is dead!
Why would the Flaming Devil appear there?
He wasn't supposed to be in the plan! "
One of the snipers said.
His voice was still trembling slightly, and there was a strong anger hidden within it. But more than that, it was a question.
"Accidents happen in every plan!
Since you guys dared to accept the mission to assassinate Sin-server, you should know what will happen. "
The leader of the reinforcements laughed coldly.
He was mocking these bounty hunters who were stimulated by the high bounty and also mocking the tricks of the mastermind.
It was too troublesome.
Troublesome to the point that it made him anxious.
He really wanted to solve the problem before him in the most direct way possible.
Broker had vanished without a trace.
The Guardians also went into hiding after noticing some clues.
This was the best time for them to strike.
"We need more compensation!"
The other sniper said coldly.
"Of course.
According to the contract, this is what you guys deserve — whether you succeed or not, it's what you deserve. "
The sniper then initiated a trade.
When the two snipers saw the Points and Skill Points they received from the trade, they felt a little better.
Although the person before them was annoying, at least he kept his promise.
He was stronger than most people.
It also made people willing to work with him.
That was the benefit of abiding by the contract.
"If there is a similar mission in the future, we will also … Ugh!"
The two snipers fell to the ground as they spoke.
Their bodies were shaking and twitching.
Even with the system's concealment, one could still see their faces rapidly turning green, and then from green to purple.
Poison!
A lethal and cruel poison.
Just a little touch and they would die.
On top of that, the process of death was very long, and the dying would experience unimaginable pain.
"Aaaaaargh!"
"Didar, let me go!
I don't want the compensation! "
A few seconds later, one of the snipers broke down and begged for mercy.
"Tsk tsk, how can you do that?
The compensation is what you deserve, I won't take it back. "
"Of course …"
"If you are willing to give it to me, I don't mind."
The man named Didar purposely prolonged his tone.
"Yes!"
"We are willing!"
The two hired snipers nodded repeatedly.
The trade was initiated again.
Then …
Didar stood on the spot and looked at the two snipers.
"We've returned the compensation to you, now give us the antidote!"
The two snipers said loudly.
"You are willing to return the compensation to me."
"But I said I would give you the antidote!"
Didar let out a low chuckle, and then his eyes widened slightly.
He wanted to enjoy the despair of the two idiots before him.
Just as he expected, the two snipers were stunned at first, then they immediately cursed loudly. However, very soon, the screams drowned out the curses.
Their voices were getting weaker and weaker.
"It's too fast."
Didar shook his head in regret.
He wasn't satisfied.
In his mind, the time should have been longer.
He turned around and looked at one of his men.
"This place is great.
With the perfect rules, all it takes is a contract to deceive, it's really enjoyable! "
"Am I right?"
"Yes, my lord."
The man who Didar was looking at replied right away.
His voice was anxious and trembling.
It was caused by fear.
"You are afraid?"
Didar put his hands in his pocket and looked at his man with a tilted head.
Although the system blurred Didar's face, everyone could feel how excited Didar was at the moment.
Just look at his eyes that were shining brightly.
He liked to be cruel.
Whether it was his enemy or his own men.
"N-No."
"M-My lord, I … Aaaargh!"
The man shook his head repeatedly, trying to express his point of view but before he could finish, he fell to the ground and wailed in pain.
He was exactly the same as the two snipers before him.
The people around him subconsciously took two steps back and looked at their wailing colleague in horror.
"You guys are afraid?"
Didar asked with a smile.
This time, no one answered.
They were really afraid.
But they couldn't say it out loud.
They didn't know what consequences their answer would bring to them.
Didar looked at his men.
Seconds turned into minutes.
Impatience filled Didar's heart again.
"Tell me your answer."
Didar asked in a heavy tone.
"Yes, yes, I am afraid."
One of the frightened men answered instinctively when he heard Didar's voice.
After the words escaped his mouth, the man covered his mouth with his hand.
The others avoided him like avoiding a snake or a scorpion.
The man's eyes were filled with despair.
He didn't want to die.
He didn't want to die in such a painful way.
"I …"
"Aaaaaargh!"
The man begged instinctively, even though he knew it was useless, he still did it. Then, agonizing cries sounded.
The men who didn't answer and avoided him all fell to the ground, wailing in pain that made one's heart palpitate.
The man was stunned, endless joy gushed into his heart.
Did he manage to escape death?
This … This is great!
"I like honest men who answer my questions."
Didar said.
"Thank … Thank you, my lord."
The man tried his best to speak in a peaceful tone.
Then …
A painful wail came from the man's mouth.
"But I like the moment when hope turns into despair — you will satisfy me well."
Didar then bent down and carefully admired the man's body.
Unfortunately, with the system's blur, he couldn't see the whole picture.
All he could see was the man's eyes and his body.
He widened his eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment.
His body began to tremble, and he began to pant unnaturally.
After a few seconds, he let out a low roar.
"Not enough!
Still not enough!
It's too short!
I want something longer and more intense! "
Didar muttered to himself as he looked to the side.
No one knew when a figure had appeared there.
"What we need is to find the people hiding among us, not for you to kill them all."
The man said in dissatisfaction.
"Are you accusing me?"
"Joyce!"
Didar chuckled and said in a vicious tone.
"I won't care about a mad dog, just like I won't scold a mad dog. You think too highly of yourself."
The man in armor, Joyce, didn't even care about Didar's threat.
Quite the opposite, Joyce continued to mock Didar.
Didar looked at Joyce.
Two seconds later, Didar laughed out loud.
"Hehehe, hahaha.
"You want me to make the first move?"
Don't be so arrogant.
Why would I fall for your trick? "
As he spoke, Tita turned around, but an invisible force attacked Joyce.
Then …
The energy wave froze.
Thick frost spread out from Joyce's body. It didn't just freeze the formless energy wave, it also froze Didar's left hand.
Didar looked at his frozen left hand without batting an eyelid. He even touched it with his undamaged right hand.
Ding!
A clear noise sounded, Didar's laughter getting louder.
"Frost eh?
As expected, those bastards' ambitions are immeasurable.
Not just … even the Flaming Devil is one of their targets.
This is too interesting! "
Didar looked at Joyce with an interested gaze, as if he had discovered a new toy.
His gaze was crazy and terrifying.
The persistence in his gaze was terrifying.
That gaze …
Dull and lifeless.
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