Chapter 1493: Chapter 1493
In a dark corner, Fatty stared at Tang Zheng and his group, his eyes sharp as knives, wishing he could kill him immediately.
"Fatty, let’s go, didn’t you hear Ferrando’s new order?" Vivian urged Fatty, but the guy completely ignored her, like a miserable man whose girlfriend had been NTRed, his body filled with hatred, enough to ignite the air around him.
"Fatty, Vivian, what are you doing? Hurry up and go, set up defenses at Central Park!" Maggie shouted loudly, being a female, but her strength as a Hero Tier 3 gave her that confidence.
Ferrando had already issued a new order, this mitochondria BOSS hidden in the Metropolitan Theater was no longer important, they had found the headquarters of the Giant Soldiers at Central Park, and taking that down would likely allow them to complete the mission ahead of schedule, then it would be easy to deal with those invaders.
"Just leave ? I’m not willing." Fatty gritted his teeth and made a creaking sound, "My team was nearly annihilated, I want them to pay the price."
"You want to defy Ferrando’s order?" Vivian glanced around, the Conquerors all had panicked expressions, they were frightened by that young man and completely did not want to confront them again.
"What does Ferrando count for? I only listen to myself." Fatty was already ranting without restraint.
"Fine, suit yourself then, let’s go." Vivian actually didn’t want to fight on either, Maggie had already led the team out of the theater, relying on their broken temporary team, there was no chance of winning a team battle.
"Group Leader, let’s retreat!" A group member tried to persuade Fatty, but before he could finish, he was slapped across the face.
The group member fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a few broken teeth.
"Who’s talking nonsense, just go die!" Fatty’s icy gaze swept over his subordinates, then he turned his attention back to Tang Zheng’s group, "We have a chance, they’ve split up, right? Divide and conquer, we can totally kill them."
The group members remained silent, they had had enough of this brutally aggressive Fatty, wishing he would die sooner.
"Let’s go, target the group with the fewest people first." Fatty finally chose Wang Jin’s team, this guy had the fewest people, obviously the easiest to deal with.
The group members exchanged glances, nodded, then intentionally slowed their pace, blending into the crowd and quietly leaving.
The revenge-driven Fatty didn’t notice his subordinates leaving, his mood now irritable and angry, affecting his judgment.
"Alright, let’s kill that tall skinny one first, that guy is a Psychic type." From the previous combat, fatty had more or less figured out the capabilities of his opponents, especially those of the Psychic and Healing Systems, which were his focus.
Fatty finished speaking and found no response, turning around in astonishment, he discovered the group members vanished at the entrance, they had run off.
"FU~CK!" Fatty cursed, almost vomiting blood in anger, almost spitting out thick phlegm, wanting to shoot them, but he held back ultimately, doing so would only alert the enemy and make sneak attacks impossible.
Wang Jin also had his own ideas, for safety, he took the remaining three men and two women, hanging far behind the Warhammer team, also entering the theater backstage, but the space was too large and corridors intricately complicated, plus the many personnel for the show, they got separated in less than five minutes.
"Damn, I’ve really been unlucky lately!" Wang Jin punched the wall, cursing angrily.
"Who are you people? Outsiders are not allowed here." A security personnel saw Wang Jin and his group, came over to drive them away.
"Follow my command, you saw nothing, leave this place." The skinny tall man stared at the security personnel, releasing hypnosis.
"Yes!" The security personnel’s eyes immediately lost focus, zombie-like, he staggeredly left.
"Alright, dealt with." Jiang Xiuming nonchalantly clapped his sleeves, there was a human-height vase full of fresh flowers by the corridor, he casually took one and sniffed at it.
"It’s Wang Jin’s team, but why not let them follow? It’s safer with more people, right?" Li Zheng from that rather inconspicuous group suddenly opened his eyes and asked.
"Gather together, who would you let Fatty kill?" Kevo sarcastically cited the Warhammer team, Dantai talked about cooperation, but it was all superficial, when it came down to it, wasn’t it just letting others act as bait, consuming the enemy’s power, then reaping the benefits?
If the Warhammer team had fewer people, would they still dare to use this dispersed tactic?
"Eh?" The bald guy figured it out, but wisely shut his mouth, at this time, everyone had the mentality of ’better you than me.’
Fatty entered a makeup room, staying there to get ready to go on stage, the dozen female actors inside were startled, not even screaming before a thick phlegm spewed from Fatty’s mouth, like bullets, shot into their foreheads.
No screams, the women fell dead, their skulls directly blown off, plasma spraying everywhere, staining the makeup table blood red.
"Scum!" Fatty knew that due to multiple failures today, his mental state was very unstable, what he should do was rest, but without killing a few enemies, he couldn’t swallow this breath.
Fatty walked towards the rack with costumes, selecting here and there, at one point a women’s corpse tripped him, and he kicked it away.
"This one!" Fatty took a liking to a set of European Middle Ages minister’s attire, probably today’s opera costume, he tried it on, it was a bit tight.
Fatty took a deep breath, then exhaled, and the fat on his body seemed to fly off with that breath, transforming him into a fit man.
"Group Leader, let’s get out of here, it’s too dangerous," the slender man proposed, his sixth sense very keen due to his Psychic type, always feeling the oscillating crisis, ready to die at any moment.
"Ok!" Before other group members could dissuade him, Wang Jin agreed, to tell the truth, he even regretted entering the theater.
"Those bastards, how could I possibly lose track of the target, it must be Dantai who tampered with it," the slender man complained.
Special Agents are easy targets, the interference with their tracking was actually an order from Tang Zheng, it’s just that his previous good guy image was so ingrained in everyone’s hearts that they did not suspect him, but instead focused on Dantai who was a complete schemer.
"Our team’s strength has greatly diminished in this game, it’s better not to fight and just lay low!" the slender man proposed, noticing a man with a large potted plant approached the corner and leaned towards the wall to make way.
"Thank you!" said the man as he passed by.
The slender man was just about to say you’re welcome when he suddenly felt severe pain in his stomach, looking down, he saw a 3S curved knife pierce through his protective clothing.
Wang Jin and the other four were shocked, almost instinctively they thought of defense first, activating the shield and then starting to rescue. If this were the Warhammer team, they would have attacked the enemy immediately.
"Enemy...attack!" Before the slender man could finish shouting, the man entered Hero Mode, used force on his wrist, pulled up the curved knife, directly splitting the slender man in two.
Viscera and intestines flew around, blood splashed half the wall.
Teams like the Warhammer that would desperately fight for their companions were rare, and Wang Jin’s was not one.
The man was actually Fatty, because of his slimmed appearance, the survivors didn’t notice.
Whoosh, whoosh, Fatty spat out thick sputum, targeting Wang Jin, appearing to launch a fierce attack.
Wang Jin immediately retreated, switching offense to defense, only for Fatty to suddenly turn towards another woman, unleashed full firepower, smashed her shield with a slap, and spit out thick sputum.
The woman couldn’t dodge, could only use her arm to block, she didn’t see that the thick sputum upon contacting the arm, immediately thinned out, seeping in.
Boom, a breaking wind sounded by Fatty’s ear, he dodged, clearly feeling something brushing past his face, it was Wang Jin’s spirit.
"Tang Group, support, we’re under attack," a group member yelled into the communicator, unsettled.
Fatty originally planned to kill one and then retreat, playing a harassment battle, but the opponent’s performance was so poor that it inspired other ideas in him.
Fatty attacked the closest man, smashed his shield, completely abandoning defense.
"Good opportunity." Wang Jin was delighted, his strength was slightly inferior to Fatty’s, but this sort of opportunity, well utilized, could also kill him.
An invisible Spirit Beast sprang out, twisting as it bit towards Fatty, its movement was so quick it even stirred the air into wavering.
Rip, Fatty’s entire head and shoulder vanished out of thin air.
"He’s dead!" the attacked man rejoiced, meaning he was devoured by the spirit, but the next second, his expression froze because the woman behind the Group Leader split open from the shoulder area, as if torn by a ferocious beast, exposing bloody viscera. Follow current novᴇls on novelFɪre.net
The woman fell to the ground, blood drenching Wang Jin.
"How can it be alright? Right, it’s the ability," Wang Jin realized suddenly, at that moment, he felt timid, Fatty’s ability was obviously very bizarre, making it indefensible.
The man hadn’t even figured it out, but he didn’t need to think about it anymore, in that moment of shock, Fatty seized the chance, chopping off his head with the curved knife.
In one encounter, two men and one woman died, all First-stage Conquerors, leaving Wang Jin and the remaining three totally devoid of the courage to fight, especially having seen Fatty command the team, instinctively believing he was very strong, they lost courage before the battle.
From Wang Jin’s ability, it was clear that he was not the strong aggressive kind, only capable of sneak attacks, so seeing Fatty’s dominance, he immediately fled.
"Weak chicken!" Fatty was amazed, he didn’t expect the battle to go so smoothly, originally thinking he might get injured; with this kind of battle situation, there’s nothing to hesitate about, he pursued full throttle.
Fatty teleported, appeared next to a First-stage woman, broke her shield, grabbed her head, and smashed it against the wall, then spat out thick sputum, shooting it towards Wang Jin and the only remaining male group member.
Wang Jin’s failure was due to the lack of detailed intelligence, leading him to rashly engage in battle.
Fatty’s ability was very strange, it transferred attacks, as long as any part of the target’s body came into contact with his body fluid, any attack he received would be entirely endured by the target and even doubled. (To be continued. If you work, we invite you to vote and support at qidian.com, your support is my biggest motivation.)