Dimensional Codex

At this moment, the wall hangings in Founder's mouth that "affect the balance of the game" are rushing along the crowd in the direction of Fifth Avenue. They are like rats in a sewer, for fear of getting the attention of others. After all, they entered the mother body by "illegal" means. Once caught by the visiting GM, then ... the permanent title is their only end.

It is conceivable that this is obviously not a friendly design for the players of Earth OL.

But cheating is punishable.

"What a stupid group of people ..."

Walking on the streets where people came and going, watching the crowd in front of him, the man in black sighed lightly. These people have no idea that they are just a carrier of their consciousness signals in the virtual world. And their real bodies, at the moment, in the real world, are used by those terrible robot monsters as bio-batteries ...

But they knew nothing about it.

Thinking of this, the man in black retracted his gaze, nodded toward his companion, and then continued to move forward.

"Jingle Bell………"

As the three approached Fifth Avenue, the ringing of the public telephone box suddenly sounded. When they heard the bell, the people were suddenly surprised, and then the headed man was frightened.

"No, we've been spotted! Hurry, get out of here!"

According to the rules of these hackers, generally speaking, if nothing happens, they will rush to the public phone booth and then leave the world by picking up the phone. However, if the peers in charge of monitoring in the "real world" found abnormal activities of "agents" in the data, they would immediately activate the emergency processing mechanism and actively open ports to let their peers leave.

And now, the sudden thought of the phone ringing means that there are agents nearby!

In other words ... GM is here to catch the wall!

"Come on, go on !!!"

At this moment, the crowd no longer cares about the speeding vehicles and crowds around them. They pushed away the people next to them, then rushed across the street and ran towards the telephone booth.

"Hey! You **** bastards!"

"Don't you have eyes?"

Behind them, people pushed away by them made angry complaints, but these people were not moved, they just rushed to the phone booth, and then the headed man in black rushed into the phone booth and took it Put a microphone and stick it to your ear. Theoretically, the next moment he would wake up in the real world and escape from this terrible virtual city, but ...

"Hello, we are a post office. You have a parcel seized by the police for suspected transport of prohibited items ..."

"............... ????"

What is this

The man in black was completely dumbfounded listening to the rustic Northeast accent in the microphone. He hung up the phone in a hurry, and soon the phone rang again.

"Ding Lingling ..."

You can always go back this time!

Thinking of this, the man picked up the microphone again.

"Hello, big brother, I am your son's friend. Your son is currently in a car accident and is hospitalized. He needs some money ..."

"... What the hell!"

The man couldn't wait to hang up the phone again, and soon, the phone rang again.

"Hello, don't you know me? I'm your old leader. Last money ..."

"Click!"

"Your credit card is disabled, please contact customer service ..."

"Click!"

"We are a credit service center. Currently, there are shops for rent out. May I ask if you are interested ..."

"What the **** is this !!!"

This time, the man finally could not bear it anymore, and smashed through the phone booth with a fist. Then he took the phone out of his pocket, opened the lid and put it in his ear.

"What is going on?"

"I, I don't know!"

On the other side of the phone, the panic sound of their companions also came.

"Someone hijacked the exit ... no, it seems the exit is completely blocked! You can't use it to leave, you have to find another exit!"

"Is that the **** bastard?"

"No, I'm not sure, this is a very special method. I'm looking for another exit ... ... found it! The third telephone booth at Brooklyn Station!"

"let's go!"

Hearing here, the man in black didn't hesitate to take his companion and turned to fly to the other side. They have seen heavily armed policemen approaching here, and if they do not leave here as soon as possible, they may be shot directly. Although it is said that they are in the mother's body, they do not really have flesh and blood, but their brain signals make them think that they are "real".

This also means that once they die in the virtual world, their brains will also let them die in the real world.

At least they think so.

Through Fifth Avenue, everyone quickly arrived at the Brooklyn subway station. At the moment there were not many people in the subway station. In addition to the security guards on duty, only a few drunks and homeless people were curling up and snoring. On the platform, three or two passengers were standing there waiting for the next bus.

"Be careful."

He whispered to his companion, the man in black reached out and clenched the pistol around his waist. Those "agents" are everywhere, as long as there are people nearby, they can "show up" with the help of their bodies. This also caused them to be unable to kill the "agents" at all, but to fight for some escape time while the "agents" were resurrected by defeating their bodies.

After all, no matter how bullish the wall is, you still need to persuade the GM.

"Jingle Bell………"

At this time, the phone ring again. When he heard the ringtone, the man took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Then he went to the public phone near the wall and picked up the microphone.

I hope that this time there will be no more messy things!

While secretly praying, the man picked up the microphone.

But just as the man was about to put the microphone to his ear, suddenly, a hand protruded from his side. He pressed his head against the wall next to him. The fragile microphone burst under strong pressure and broke into pieces, piercing the man's head, while the man in black widened his eyes and opened his mouth to say something. But the next moment, his head was squeezed and deformed like a watermelon, and then smashed directly into the wall next to it.

All this happened between the electric light and flint. When others reacted, the man's head in black had been stuffed into the wall, leaving only his body to twitch like a duck being shocked.

And beside him, stood a man in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, combing his hair, looking like a FBI secret agent in the movie.

"Damn, here they are!"

Looking at the agent in front of them, the others were astonished as if they saw some beast. They raised the pistol without hesitation and pulled the trigger. Start firing frantically at the target. Generally speaking, under such a close range attack, facing many pistols, most people have no choice but to avoid. But the agent in front of him was obviously not mortal. He almost flashed, rushed to the other man who shot at him several times faster than ordinary people, and then smashed his chest with a punch. With this blow, the man suddenly flew into the air like a kite, and the whole man rolled in the air for five or six laps before hitting the wall on the other side, and then fell down in sorrow.

And after the agent flew the man in a boxing box, he immediately turned around again, grabbed the gun in the hands of the other man ......... Then, he actually crushed the pistol together with the man's palm! !!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The severe pain caused the man to scream instantly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but soon, the agent hit his head again with a hard punch and smashed him on the ground.

Just a moment's effort, the three "illegal invaders" were completely hit. The agent stood quietly, watching the unconscious "Intruders", what seemed to be thinking, and then he reached out ...

"Pop ... Pap ... Pap ..."

But at this moment, applause sounded. The agent looked up and looked at where the sound was coming. At the entrance of the subway station, Founder clapped her hands and walked down the steps with a smile.

"A really good show, uh ... I admit that the movies on the big screen look great, but it really feels more immersive."

"who are you?"

The agent stood up, stared alertly at the Founder, and inquired in a deep voice. When he heard his inquiry, Founder smiled slightly.

"I'm here to kill you ... Mr. Smith."