The pupils of Alisi’s electronic eyes shrank, and she pulled a standard rocket launcher from the void, aiming as she swung her arms forward and pulled the trigger.
The rocket roared out. Gray Rain, cosplaying as the Joker, stood still without dodging. With her left hand, not holding a knife, she caught the rocket out of thin air, and despite the exhaust flas from the rocket’s tail, she remained motionless.
"Hiss—"
Gray Rain took a drag of the thick smoke from the tail fla as if she were inhaling an e-cigarette, then grinned at the human players, revealing a mouthful of slightly soot-blackened fangs.
Boom!
A re less than one kilogram of high explosives couldn’t cause any damage at all.
Abdullah made a quick decision, standing sideways, lifting his left leg, gripping a pea seed with his right hand, squatting with his right leg, lowering his center of gravity, and then drawing a semicircle with his left leg, stepping forward steadily. His right arm swung out like a whip, throwing the pea seed with all his might, landing precisely at the feet of the Joker.
As soon as the seed touched the soil, it suddenly cracked open, sprouting roots and growing rapidly into a towering tree.
Gray Rain was trapped within the heart of the tree, surrounded by the already lignified pea stalks, as thick as an underground bunker.
"Jack and the Magic Beans?"
As Li Cheng raised an eyebrow, it beca clear that Abdullah belonged to a dium-sized guild, Saladin’s Eagle, backed by the Abu Dhabi Investnt Authority, the Saudi Public Investnt Fund, the Kuwait Investnt Authority, and the Qatar Investnt Authority.
Though the number of Transcendents wasn’t large, they were certainly wealthy. No wonder they could afford such high-grade consumables like magic beans.
"No bean is effective."
Gray Rain sneered dismissively. The lignified walls of the magic beans carried magic power that could prevent the wall-penetrating effect of the Subtle Spirit Raid skill.
She pressed the skull shattering power hamr, disguised as a machete, against the inner side of the lignified wall, and punched the hamr’s tail.
The kinetic energy transferred through the wall exploded it with a bang, opening a breach.
Gray Rain poked her head through the breach and laughed wildly, "Here’s Johnny!"
"Wrong, wrong!"
Li Cheng’s eyes twitched wildly as he corrected over the communication channel, "That’s a line from The Shining. You’re cosplaying as a Joker, not from the sa series."
"Isn’t It and The Shining both written by Stephen King? There’s not much difference anyway. The players will fill in the gaps themselves."
Gray Rain forcefully split open the tree wall, "Huh? They’re running quite fast."
Wu Quan and the others hopped into an off-road vehicle, not bothering to retrieve their shelter capsules, and slamd the gas pedal, speeding through the streets of Mushroom City’s architecture.
"Co on, bro, why are you still heading towards the factory?"
Li Cheng slapped his thigh, helplessly saying to Gray Rain, "It’s ti to act."
"Alrighty."
Gray Rain absorbed her share of the liquid tal spread on the ground, disguised as a corpse, jumped out of the magic beans, and leapt onto the top of a building shaped like a chanterelle mushroom.
The off-road vehicle the human players were in looked like the body of a Dongfeng Warrior, but its internal structure had clearly been modified with magic, soaring from its original speed of 125 kiloters to 220 kiloters per hour.
The off-road vehicle’s tires rolled over the cracked ground, lifting centuries of dust into the air, stirring up a long trail of smoke.
"Did we lose it?!"
REX shouted, biting open a packet of hemostatic powder (made of chitosan) and pouring it generously over Puruya’s abdon, who had been cut by the edge of a steel pipe when their shelter collapsed.
"Not yet!"
Wu Quan glanced at the rearview mirror; that Joker figure was like a ghost, swiftly bounding between buildings, staying close behind the off-road vehicle.
"Let’s take it on!"
Alisi stood up, pushed open the off-road vehicle’s sunroof, and turned to look back a hundred ters at the Joker.
Her original brain faced fear, automatically secreting large amounts of adrenaline and cortisol. These hormones, precisely adjusted by a chip, didn’t cause her heartbeat to accelerate or her muscles to stiffen. Instead, they activated the dorsolateral attention systems of the frontal and parietal lobes,
turning off irrelevant thoughts, focusing her attention completely, and putting her brain into a ’low-energy, high-efficiency’ flow state, as if ti was elongated and slowed.
That Joker was already far beyond the level they could contend with.
Perhaps on a flat wasteland, the off-road vehicle could use its endurance to widen the gap, but the winding roads of Mushroom City would surely result in them being caught in a short ti.
With no escape route, the only path to survival was a counterattack.
The air around Alisi distorted, manifesting half a set of exoskeleton cha out of thin air.
The cha itself lacked frontal armor, replaced by two extrely thick chanical gorilla arms, each holding a honeycomb-style mini missile launcher and a 25mm chain gun.
The skin of Alisi’s prosthetic thigh split in four directions, tearing her white stockings, her bones transforming into spikes that pierced into the sofa seat, distributing the weight across the off-road vehicle.
It must be said that tis are changing. The ergence of the slum has led to unprecedented speed in the improvent, fusion, and dissemination of technology. It has consequently enhanced the overall strength of players at all levels.
Four or five years ago, a new player with no connections would be lucky to have an M2 old ganma heavy machine gun.
Those with connections could spend more money to buy genuine heavy weapons of the US Army, armored vehicles, and even anti-air missiles—equipnt siphoning from US Army, especially those stationed in the Middle East, occurred alarmingly frequently. Everything from bullets, spirit-ringed guns, night vision devices, and radios to infantry fighting vehicles was up for grabs.
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