Chapter 866: Chapter 866

Speaking of his son, the Old Man was proud and his subtext was clearly to bribe and sway Zuo Yi—without any benefit, why would someone help you?

"Stay away from me," Zuo Yi frowned with disgust. If it hadn’t been for his respect for the old and young, he would have already beaten up the Old Man with the poor character.

"You are insulting our squad leader Zuo," a young Soldier burst out with anger, clearly offended by the Old Man’s words.

"He looks down on Chinese people, beat him up," the Old Man said sheepishly, but still urging Zuo Yi to take bullets for him.

"Come on, how are we going to fight?" Zuo Yi had such a chivalrous and fiery temper. Death? Fight first, then talk.

"Trojan?" Although Zuo Yi was short in stature, he was extremely fierce, and his tendon-laden muscles were so strong they intimidated Tole, who involuntarily felt daunted before the battle and asked the Trojan for a ruling.

"Request denied. The first challenge match, Tole versus the Old Man, starts in two minutes. Free-for-all fighting. Note: any survivors who interfere with the match will be erased."

"Heh heh, you’re as good as dead," Tole sneered, intimidating the Old Man.

"What to do, what to do?" The Old Man turned pale with fear, constantly pleading with the Soldiers, then he saw Tang Zheng and threw himself at his feet, "Group Leader, save me."

"Coward." The Chinese Old Man from Fleischer’s team shook his head, feeling disgraced.

"Find somewhere to hide and ambush Tole," That was the only thing Tang Zheng could suggest, but regrettably, the Old Man couldn’t understand and was still looking for a safer way out.

"Oh, time is almost up." Tole laughed loudly, putting pressure on the Old Man. The Soldiers were furious, their eyes aching to tear him apart, but were held back by their comrades as Zuo Yi tried to punch him.

"Don’t just stand there, hide quickly, otherwise you won’t stand a chance," Qin Yan frowned, uncertain if the Old Man’s defeat would affect the squad.

"Additional note: if a Newbie fails and perishes, it will result in a deduction of points for the affiliated team. Moreover, Contestants can only use their own Weapons and are not allowed to attack prematurely, or there will be Punishment," Blue Trojan announced, seemingly responding to Qin Yan’s silent plea with another announcement.

"Hurry up and hide!" Pang Meiqin urged, kicking the Old Man in the waist and pushing him out.

Knowing none could help, the Old Man stumbled and started to run.

"Three, two, one, time’s up," Tole, resting the G36 rifle on his shoulder, watched the Old Man’s pathetic figure and laughed out loud, "This is so much fun."

Da-da, da-da, Tole fired in Single Shot mode, bullets whizzing by, hitting the Deck beside the Old Man, and the sound of steel made the Old Man even more nervous, causing him to fall to the ground.

"You bastard." Zuo Yi gritted his teeth in anger; Tole was clearly toying with the Old Man like a Rat.

"Hmm, try biting me, will you?" Tole’s face suddenly turned grim as he fired three Single Shots at the Old Man’s right leg as he tried to get up.

The Old Man was shot in the ankle and fell again, his screams echoed across the sea.

"Think of a way to lower their morale," shouted one New Neo-Nazi, while a group cheered for Tole.

Tole changed his Ammo Clip, walking over while firing, utterly shattering the Old Man’s ankle, and the entire left foot came off.

The Old Man screamed, crawling away, when his hand wrapped in a bloody bandage touched Tole’s foot.

"Old Man, this is not your path," said Tole and then firmly planted his foot on the Old Man’s head, breaking his nose.

A wave of piercing pain surged into the Old Man’s heart; tears streamed down his face as he finally remembered he had a Gun, but before he could reach it, Tole forcefully jabbed the muzzle down, piercing the bandaged right hand.

"Don’t," the Old Man cried, but his plea was met with Tole’s cruel laugh and the trigger finger being pulled.

Da-da-da, gunshots blasted, bullets drilled into the palm, turning the Old Man’s right hand into Broken Flesh, with the only remaining finger rolling away.

The New Neo-Nazis cheered again, while the Chinese team found it hard to watch, some were frightened by the brutal scene, and others were furious, the Soldiers wishing they could attack right away and kill Tole.

"Hey, enough is enough," Tang Zheng spoke in a low tone, warning Landeck.

Tole was having a blast, shooting bullet after bullet into the Old Man’s legs and then his hands, deliberately not killing him outright.

"Enough, kill him and come back," Tang Zheng’s eyes filled with murderous intent. Landeck was not afraid but didn’t want to face the wrath of a powerful opponent and become his first target. Letting others fight while hiding and benefiting himself was the correct path.

"Boring," Tole pouted, after changing the Ammo Clip, he put the muzzle on the Old Man’s head.

"Don’t kill me, please," the Old Man’s pleas ended abruptly, accompanied by the crisp sound of gunfire as Tole blew his head apart, the Spine exposed.

Whew, Tole blew a whistle nonchalantly, still not satisfied, and sprayed the rest of the bullets into the Old Man’s Corpse, then hummed a tune as he returned.

The Soldiers glared hatefully, wishing they could flay his skin.

"First match, the Star team wins, Tole, choose your reward," Blue Trojan announced the result, and the most valuable Level A Equipment was displayed on the Virtual Screen.

"Choose the Unicorn Protective Clothing, it can enhance physical abilities by twofold, and is the most practical in terms of value."

Tole accepted Yannick’s advice, and a set of Protective Clothing was teleported in front of him. The guy had no shame, stripping off his clothes in front of everyone and putting on the gear right away.

"For the second round, is there anyone who volunteers to fight?"

As the Trojan’s voice fell, a few more Neo-Nazis stood up, looking to take advantage. Soldiers also emerged in droves, but their target was Tole.

"Very well, too many Base People, randomly selected, but don’t worry, you all have the right to choose your opponent." The Trojan displayed the Newbies’ portraits on the screen.

After ten seconds, a Neo-Nazi was chosen.

"I choose him." The guy was pleased and pointed at the last remaining Chinese Old Man.

The Old Man wasn’t scared; he glared at him and walked over to Tang Zheng’s side, "Can you give me a few Hand Grenades?"

Seeing the Old Man’s resolute expression, Tang Zheng frowned, realizing what he might be planning to do but was powerless to stop him, so he handed him a Cluster Hand Grenade.

"Why aren’t you running?" The young Neo-Nazi thought he had victory in the bag, staring at the Virtual Screen while choosing Equipment, only to be surprised to see the Old Man hadn’t moved from his spot.

"Hmph, why isn’t it you who’s running?" The Old Man’s voice was full of vigor, and even though there were bruises on his face from being hit, it didn’t diminish his aura at that moment.

This retort was full of masculinity, and Soldiers found it refreshing. This was a Real Man from China, pure and unadulterated; although he was old, his Spine was still straight.

"Damn it." Sweat formed on the Neo-Nazi’s forehead, a hint of panic setting in as he inadvertently looked at his compatriots.

"He’s just a miserable old man, what are you scared of?" His companions cheered him on, bolstering his courage significantly.

The Neo-Nazi originally remained calm, but as the countdown was about to end, the Old Man still looked at him serenely, and the youth couldn’t sit still anymore, ready to distance himself since such a close range shootout could not guarantee his survival.

"Run first, tire him out." Landeck frowned and advised his compatriot, realizing that the Chinese Old Man was planning to Perish together.

"This guy is crazy." Lena sighed. Chinese people were tough indeed. If all these Newbies were like the Old Man, then the situation for both German teams would be truly dangerous.

"Yeah." The Nazi youth replied, took off running, with the Old Man closely on his heels, cocking the Rifle so it could Shoot at any moment.

The cheering Nazi youth suddenly went silent as they had thought their side was guaranteed to win, but the Old Man’s forceful actions made them lose confidence.

"Don’t lose to this Old Man."

"Time’s almost up, don’t leave your back to your opponent." The German youth shouted, encouraging their comrade and masking their own nervousness with this display.

"Go, old master!" The Soldiers also began to cheer for the Old Man. The most update n0vels are published on n0velfire.net

Lu Fan and Cheng Cheng clutched Tang Zheng’s pants tightly, worried for the Old Man.

The countdown wasn’t over yet, but both of them had already aimed their muzzles at each other. The German youth faced the steadfast gaze of the Chinese Old Man, and seeing those dry yet stable hands holding the assault rifle, he couldn’t withstand the pressure and fired the trigger prematurely.

Ratatat, the Old Man was hit in the chest, but he forced himself to fight through it, tackling the Nazi youth as the countdown ended.

"Damn it all." The Soldiers burst out in curse words as they saw the German cheater breaking the rules by opening fire prematurely, with Zuo Yi unable to hold back and attempting to leap out again, this time held back by Dantai.

"Die, just die!" The Nazi youth bellowed, Opening fire, bullets showering into the elderly man’s body.

The Old Man had lost the ability to Shoot back, but still pinned the youth down tightly, pulling the pin from the Hand Grenade.

"You madman." The Nazi youth saw the smoking Hand Grenade, panicked, and despite using all his Strength, he couldn’t break free from the Old Man’s final grasp of life.

"Heh, let’s die together." The Old Man, with blood on his lips, smiled contentedly, and then an explosion swallowed them both.

The ground was littered with Broken Flesh and limbs, but the Old Man’s smile, along with the terrified expression of the Nazi youth, became an eternal painting, forever imprinted in everyone’s hearts.

The German Newcomers were shocked, no one had imagined the Chinese Old Man had made up his mind from the start to win by way of mutual destruction; it was so ruthless.

"The old master is a Real Man." Sha Ou choked up slightly, sniffing as he looked at the screen, "Trojan, can I fight too?"

Sha Ou wanted to exact vengeance on those guys; otherwise, he’d never be rid of the resentment.

"You can’t. This is a newbie’s exclusive show." Blue Trojan refused and announced the result, "For the second round, the Stars team tied with the Wanderers team, but since a Stars contestant violated the rules, the entire team will be punished."

The Conquerors were startled, while the Newbies erupted in curses—truly an innocent disaster. But the next moment, they focused on the Virtual Screen, curious about the Punishment.

"Heh, serves them right." The Soldiers felt a sense of vindictive satisfaction, awaiting their Punishment; at that moment, the conflict between the four teams was unstoppable.

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