Valentine lowered his head, holding the grip of SPAS12 in his right hand and holding the magazine in his left hand, and slowly walked towards the integration movement. He was moving very slowly, and his clothes were in tatters and splattered with blood. His hair is no longer as bright as usual, it looks very dull due to dust, and it also has some red blood stains.
But no one dares to underestimate this guy who looks like a homeless man. Their teammates are a lesson learned from the past.
No one dared to step forward to block Valentine's progress. Every time he took a step forward, the integration movements would retreat a little distance, but they did not dare to retreat too much, because there was a real madman behind them.
What is momentum? This is.
An aura condensed with blood and coldness, an aura that makes everyone fear him.
But they are villains and desperadoes after all. The hands of the integrated movement soldiers present are basically stained with blood. They dare not go because they are afraid of death, but when death is really about to come, they will become crazy and fight with all their lives for a chance to survive. .
This time, they didn't have a few stupid people to send him off. There were more than ten people at once, and the ones at the front were holding up shields to block Valentine's progress, lest he launch that weird assassination technique again.
At the same time, the crossbowmen behind the crowd also fired crossbow arrows at Valentine, who was walking slowly forward. Many of them had explosive arrows that blew away the lynx. From this point of view, Valentine is bound to die.
Valentine smiled slightly.
The unscientific nature of the game is amazing, and it is precisely because of the unscientific nature that makes the game playable. When this kind of unscience is applied to the real world, it can be life-saving.
Looking at the shield rushing in front of him, Valentine slightly bent his legs and jumped hard.
He jumped directly on top of the shield soldier at the front, and the SPAS12 in his hand turned into a machete.
The shield soldier raised his head and looked at Valentine in mid-air, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead. Under the setting sun, Valentine's smile looked particularly ferocious.
"Surprise motherfxxk!"
Valentine roared loudly and inserted the machete directly from the top of the man's head.
The exploding arrow hit the madman but did no harm to him.
Soon, the ashes dispersed, and the three shield soldiers at the front were all dead. But this time Valentine's demonic attack did not scare the soldiers of the integration movement. They attacked again, and two machetes slashed directly on his back.
Valentine felt his vision turn red. He turned around and put away the machete. SPAS12 appeared in his hand again. Valentine did not hesitate and aimed at the two soldiers behind him.
Two explosions sounded, and along with the huge orange flame from the shotgun muzzle, half of the two soldiers' bodies flew directly out, and the small area looked like it was raining blood. Valentine wiped his face and ejected the cartridge case from the gun. The red bullet casing fell onto the blood on the ground, making a sizzling sound and a wisp of white smoke coming out.
Valentine took out his ears and thought it would be better to wear earplugs next time he plays with guns. The gunshots at close range were really too loud.
"I remember it wasn't so loud in the game." He shook his head, completely ignoring the other machete coming towards him.
Poof. The machete hit Valentine's neck, and blood spurted out, but it was quickly stopped. He glanced at the machete next to his neck, and then at the soldier holding the machete with trembling hands and a confused look on his face. He raised his hand and fired.
Valentine only felt his hands shake, and the soldier flew out, and a red and white flower bloomed in mid-air.
"The impact is much stronger than in the game..." Valentine lowered his head and looked at the SPAS12 in his hand, and gave himself a therapeutic injection.
"That's natural. After all, the game's capabilities are brought to reality, and everything will become more real." The system explained.
"Then why can I still play infinite killing streaks?" Valentine took out buckshot from his pocket in another dimension and loaded it for SPAS12. He moved to avoid other people's attacks and threw a grenade at the same time.
"This is a feature of this game. I must save this thing for you." The system's tone instantly became extremely generous.
Valentine had a dark look on his face.
"Say, can you kill so many people with just a shotgun? The weapons I gave you also include flamethrowers and grenade launchers. Didn't you once say that explosions are a man's romance? ?”
"It's really fun to explode, but now I think it's more fun to shoot one person at a time with a shotgun." Valentine said, spraying another person away. "Watching these guys being torn apart by No. 12 deer bullets and flying everywhere in the air makes me feel extremely happy."
"The explosive release of suppressed emotions for a long time will turn people into this." The system curled his lips as he looked at the corpse that was split into two sections by shotguns.
"Sure enough, the creator is right. No matter how rich the emotions technology or magic bestows on machines, they cannot compare to the emotions of people themselves."
Valentine's hand shook, and SPAS12 slipped from his hand. He took advantage of the situation and held the front half of the gun body, and with a huge spin, he directly knocked an enemy behind him away like a baseball.
"Home run!" He held the barrel of the SPAS12 and imitated the classic line of "Snake Killer Box".
In just two minutes, more than twenty soldiers of the Integration Movement died under his gun. Countless severed limbs fell around Valentine. He stood among the corpses, completely ignoring the integration movement surrounding him. No one from the Integration Movement was going to attack him. Valentine stood in the middle, slowly loading SPAS12. The only sound in the ruins was his clear reloading sound.
"What the hell, our doctor is so fierce?" Bobcat stared at Valentine in the distance with wide eyes and exclaimed. Among the Black Gloves team, except for Siren, he was the least injured, so he woke up very early, but kept pretending to be unconscious. He squinted to see Valentine's wonderful performance.
"His movements are completely beyond my understanding and imagination, and his weird invincibility. I...I can't understand how he did it." Xing Yihuang leaned next to Valeria and gave received her evaluation.
"I can feel a power in him that doesn't belong to this world... It's very similar to those guys..." Siren's voice was small and full of fear.
Because of her clothes, Xing Yihuang couldn't see Siren's expression, but she could clearly detect the fear in Siren's eyes. It seemed that Valentine not far away was some kind of invincible that she had ever seen. Enemies are average.
"Then we should be grateful to Isis and our people." Shanmao changed to a more comfortable position, lying on the ground and looking into the distance. Xing Yihuang felt that even if she gave him a cup of Coke and a bag of popcorn now, she wouldn't feel any violation. feel.
"Alexander... can he still hold on?" Xing Yihuang looked at Alexander who was half kneeling on the ground. The amount of blood under his feet looked really scary.
"Although I don't know why the red scarf didn't move, maintaining the current state is the best way. Alexander can only continue to stay where he is."
"Don't worry. As a veteran, Alexander is very smart. Don't look at him. He seems to be in trouble. Maybe he's just pretending?" Bobcat smiled.
…
Valentin looked at the integration movement people surrounding him and felt a little inconsistent. As far as the current situation is concerned, it is not they who surround Valentine, but Valentine who surrounds them.
After all, he can completely tear apart a dozen integrated movements.
Valentine is very strange.
"Why are you all unwilling to retreat to the side of the red scarf?" Valentine asked his own question while looking at the soldiers of the integration movement around him.
No one answered.
"Okay." Valentine shrugged. "I've just had enough fun, let's get serious next time."
"Because... because he is a real madman." A discordant voice sounded from the surrounding circle. Valentin followed the sound and saw that it was a relatively short soldier. It is worth noting that this guy is also a Vaifan and has green hair.
Valentine felt a little queasy.
"We know his strength. If he goes crazy, we people will never be enough for him to kill. If we fight hard, we may be able to defeat you, but we will definitely not be able to defeat him." The voice of the green-haired Vaifan was very low. It seemed that he was afraid that the revenge seekers would hear him.
The integration movements around him did not react at all, seeming to acquiesce to his words.
Valentine tilted his head.
"Very good. You have solved the doubts in my mind. I have a gift for you."
The green-haired Vai mortal was stunned, and a flying knife sank into his eyebrows.
Looking at the green hair falling back, Valentine smiled happily.
This time, Valentin did not have a playful mentality. Facing the attack of more than fifty Integrated Movement soldiers, even with the ability of Far Cry 3, he was under great pressure.
Of course, it would be easy if he chose to use light machine guns and explosives to clear the area, but Valentine was unwilling to do so.
The entire battlefield was in complete chaos. Many soldiers of the Integration Movement waved their weapons and wanted to kill the Waifan who made them fear him as soon as possible. However, some of the soldiers crowded around Valentine were too timid to attack. Some even squeezed backwards in an attempt to escape, but were blocked by those behind and unable to move forward. Valentine played extremely rhythmically. Every time a gunshot rang out, a soldier was shot away, and every sound of ammunition being ejected made the heart of the integration movement tremble.
"Is it fun?! Do you think it's fun?!" Valentin swung an enemy away and smashed his head with the butt of the SPAS12. It was as easy as smashing a watermelon, and red and white objects splashed all over the floor. .
"Where is the momentum you had when you surrounded us just now? Where has it gone!"
Like a willful child, he unabashedly vents his inner repression to the world.
The high walls of reason have all collapsed, leaving only the bestiality that will never disappear.
"We have no grudges against you, why are you doing this! Go find those bastards who turned you into infected people!" He roared loudly, his eyes were already cloudy and he was no different from an avenger.
"Those who do not respect other people's lives, their lives are not worthy of respect!" Valentine quickly emptied the SPAS12 bullets, threw the entire gun out, then took out several pieces of C4 and threw them at himself underfoot.
Looking at the enemy who was about to drown him, he looked ferocious and pressed the starter in his hand hard, as if he wanted to crush it into pieces.
A fierce fire appeared among the ruins of Buttermore, and the violent explosion shook Xing Yihuang's ears and made her heart tremble.
"Don't worry, girl, that guy won't die." The voice of the system appeared in Xing Yihuang's mind for the first time in a long time. "He just likes to have a little excitement."
"Don't expect a broken man to do anything normal."
Xing Yihuang doesn't really believe in the system. With such a violent explosion, even if Ceria managed to survive the blow, she would probably be injured.
The smoke quickly dissipated, and the wind in the wilderness brought a bit of coolness. The sun was about to set and stars appeared in the sky. Xing Yihuang looked at Valentine, who was still standing in the distance, and turned away.
She didn't want others to see her crying.
How many years has it been...
Huchi, wheeze.
Valentine stood there, breathing in the air. The dust got into his windpipe, causing a fit of coughing. The clothes on his body were completely scrapped this time and could only cover his private parts. Although there were no wounds on his body, Valentine knew that he was just one step away from death.
"Grass, there are no more healing potions."
The boy gritted his teeth, picked up a branch, pulled out the broken arrow from his arm, and put his broken left hand back into place.
full HP resurrection.
The violent heartbeat was like a war drum, beating constantly in Valentine's body, like an air pump sucking away his strength in an instant. Weakness surged from his toes like a tide. The boy gasped and barely allowed himself to kneel on the ground. He raised his feet and took a step forward.
He didn't look at the tragic situation on the ground, but looked directly at the huge cluster of Origin Stones not far away.
All his animal nature had been vented at this moment, and reason returned to his heart once again, along with fear and a hint of regret.
But when he saw the people leaning against Guyuanyan, a sense of pleasure suppressed the trace of regret that floated in his heart.
Well, at least they're okay.
But just as Valentin stretched his limbs and thought about how to deal with the statue-like Avenger, there was a rustling sound behind him, as if someone stood up.
Bang.
Then, a shield hit him on the head. Valentine turned around, and a man with a big shield in black clothes who was wearing tatters but could barely see was standing behind him. Because he was wearing a helmet, Valentine couldn't see his expression, but it was certain that this big shield brother must be extremely confused.
Valentin glanced at the corner of his vision, and saw that one of the four bars of blood was missing.
…
He didn't fight with Big Shield Brother, he punched this guy in the head directly, and then he sat on the fallen enemy and punched wildly.
Does it hurt and bleed? It doesn't matter. With a snap of your fingers, your blood volume will be fully restored.
Brother Dalun wants to get up? does not exist. Valentin directly stuffed a grenade into his clothes and pulled the tab. He didn't dare to move.
I don’t know how many punches he received, but the helmet on Brother Dalun’s face was finally dented. He took out an AMR sniper rifle from the extradimensional weapons arsenal, pressed the muzzle of the gun into the depression, and pulled the trigger.
There was a muffled sound, and Valentine felt his crotch tremble. A pool of red and white liquid slowly flowed out from the gap in the helmet. He stood up, carried AMR behind his back again, and walked to the Avengers.
He stood here for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.
As if hearing the footsteps behind him, the Avenger slowly turned around and pointed the blade at the guy who slaughtered his men. His eyes were so red that they could bleed, and even the color of his pupils could not be seen. Valentine could only feel his desire for blood and fighting through these eyes.
Seeing this appearance of the Avengers, Valentine had a rough understanding of this elite unit of the integration movement. They should be desperate people who gave up their reason and animality in exchange for strength. After entering the state, they died and turned into a corpse with obsession.
Everyone in the Black Gloves team is lucky. This Avenger's obsession is fighting, and he will only attack those who are still moving and threaten them.
He is also extremely proud and is only willing to fight one on one.
Just when Valentine was thinking about how to get rid of this stupid and dangerous person, a scarlet sword energy hit his face directly, followed by a hoarse roar.
His whole body flew out and smashed a smaller cluster of Origin Stones. But soon, a cannonball flew out from the direction of Valentine with a white trail and hit the Avengers, while several gunshots were heard in the distance.
A few seconds later, Valentine appeared above an Originium bush holding an AMR. He squinted his eyes and looked at the smoke below.
The three sword energies broke through the smoke and flew directly towards Valentine, arriving in the blink of an eye.
But at that time, Valentine was already jumping in the air with a machete in his hand.
He forcefully took another blow from the sword just for this mid-air assassination.
No matter if you are a soldier or a boss, you can be dealt with by assassination in the air!
Valentine gritted his teeth and plunged the machete into the Avenger's neck. The huge force knocked him to the ground, and almost all of the blade of the machete was inserted into the avenger's body, taking away all his life.
Even at the moment of death, the revenge seeker did not choose to regain his sanity.
This is a true lunatic.
The setting sun had completely disappeared below the horizon, and the sky had turned dark blue, with countless stars shining with bright white light. Valentine pulled out his machete and looked up at the sky.
Just like the day he escaped from the Rhine Life Laboratory.
Only this time, he took the initiative to bathe in the blood and no longer hesitated.
