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Chapter 387 Agent Orange
Huiyu, who originally weighed nearly one ton, could easily resist the gravity and stay in the air with the help of the [levitation engine].

Li Sheng grabbed Huiyu's ankle, and the two of them slowly floated towards the ground like dandelions.

Fu Ding Hua Long made a temporary parachute, put it on, and landed on the ground. The Red Driver rode on the back of Pidgeot and also landed on the ground.

As for the White Horse Tombstone, she first dropped the sarcophagus from the 24th floor, and then jumped down. With a "bang", a huge pit was created in the middle of the road.

The air was filled with smoke. She brushed off the dust on the surface of her armor, walked out of the pit, and turned to look at the first floor of the tall building.

The body of Gary Hoey, a Toronto, Canada, lawyer whose cause of death was unknown, was lying on the concrete floor with the glass window underneath him.

The glass shattered into pieces, but the metal window frame remained intact.

Gary Hoey lay in the middle of the window frame with his eyes open, blood flowing from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, and his face pierced by glass shards. After about ten seconds, the body and the broken glass gradually faded and disappeared.

The ground was so clean as if nothing had happened.

Li Sheng raised his hand, signaling the other three not to speak. He then took out a large clock from the warehouse, wound the spring, and calculated the time.

The second and minute hands kept turning, and Gary Hoy fell from the 24th floor again and hit the ground.

“The cycle time for each round is.”

Li Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped the timer, "Four minutes and fifty seconds."

"What's going on? Is this another time-loop secret realm?!"

The red driver suddenly became a little stressed. He had died fifty times in the battery escort mission. Now when he heard about the time loop, he felt numb all over.

"It's not a time loop, but a constant replay of death images."

The highest-level White Horse Tombstone also saw something, shook his head, patted the stone coffin beside him, and pushed the coffin to the ground in front of the tall building.

boom!
Gary Hoy fell from a height again, became ethereal, passed through the coffin, and fell to the ground.

Fu Ding Hualong took out the detection equipment, scanned it carefully, and gave a definite answer, "He has no entity, and no soul fluctuations. It is indeed just an image before death."

After a pause, the confusion on Fu Ding Hua Long's face did not subside, but became even more puzzled: "Strange, Gary Hoy is just an ordinary person in the real world. At best, he is remembered by a small group of people because of his bizarre death. It is insignificant in itself.

What is the purpose of building this city and spending so much effort to replicate his image before his death?
After all, even the carpet patterns and computer models of the Toronto Dominion Building office building are restored exactly as they were, so it can’t be a coincidence.”

"Who knows? The killing field is so huge that anything could happen."

Li Sheng shrugged. "I once accidentally dumped a ton of sodium into a river, and then a Golden River God and a Milky Way God floated up."

? ?
The river god was killed by the explosion, right?

What's the difference between what you're doing and electrofishing in the city gymnasium's swimming pool?

Fu Ding Hualong held his expression tight. He represented the face of the Special Affairs Bureau and couldn't just complain whenever he wanted. He tried his best to control his upset emotions.

No one asked why the watch in Li Sheng's hand was a battle-scarred, desert-style watch for girls to use for themselves, and it was 99% new, and the hands were even moving in the opposite direction.

"It's not safe here. Let's move in the direction indicated by the radar. The closer we get to the secret treasure location, the more likely we are to run into other players."

Fu Ding Hualong said so, and took out the scroll again. He grabbed a group of flying birds from the drawing paper and released them into the "snowstorm" composed of black flocs to conduct reconnaissance instead of the drone.

The black snow significantly reduced visibility, and several people walked along the street, hugging each other. "These buildings are so strange."

The red driver's frown deepened. Along the street, there were high-rise buildings from Tokyo and Seoul, stilt thatched houses from Southeast Asia, dome-shaped houses from the Middle East, churches, schools, and fire stations.

The buildings in the shabby streets are also mixed and varied in style, but there is order in the chaos. All buildings must be approved by the neighborhood committee before they are built, and the final result is that they are mixed but not chaotic, with a unique charm.

The buildings under everyone's feet looked like buildings from different times and spaces cut out and forcibly stitched together. There was no aesthetic appeal at all.

squeak-

The door of a Southeast Asian stilt thatched house was blown open by the wind, and in the darkness, a pair of eyes reflected the light.

She was a Southeast Asian woman in her forties, with dishevelled hair and a thin body. A portrait of Ho Chi Minh hung on the wall behind her, and a bowl of dark brown poison was placed at her feet.

In her arms was a baby boy with a severe skull deformity, who had been dead for a long time.

There is no need for verbal reminders; one can infer the historical background of the house just from its style and furnishings.

Place, Vietnam. Time, Vietnam War. Characters, Civilians poisoned by the deadly poison [Agent Orange] used by the US military.

And Gary Hoey, a Vietnamese woman who also repeats the images before her death, drinks poison and commits suicide, in a cycle that lasts three and a half minutes.

Wait, something's wrong!
The White Horse Tombstone stared at Gary Hoy, who cycled once every four minutes and fifty seconds, with the people, windows, and window frames all reset and starting over.

However, during the cycle, the door of the thatched hut of this Vietnamese woman did not reset and close, but continued to open slowly.

In other words, the two have different behavioral patterns.

He figured out the key points almost instantly, and the White Horse Tombstone instantly released his skill, creating an earth wall out of thin air, blocking the door of the stilt thatched house.

Unfortunately, it's still a step too late.

The wooden door was completely opened, and the Vietnamese woman, who had been lowering her head with her entire face hidden under her messy hair, suddenly raised her head, revealing a distorted face. She screamed, dropped the dead baby in her arms, and ran towards the player using her hands and feet.

With every step, the nails would grow a little longer, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

boom!
The one-meter-thick rammed earth wall was directly smashed, and the Vietnamese woman, or the evil spirit, broke through the obstacles and rushed straight towards the red driver like a dump truck.

"Really, I'm being looked down upon."

The Red Racer was slightly angry. His body strength was indeed the lowest among the four players present and the easiest to break through, but he was a summoner.

"Abandoned Monkey, use Shadow Fist!"

Following the Red Driver's command, the Forsaken (a monkey-type Pokémon with a spherical body and gray hair) punched several times in the air. The shadow punches ignored the distance and hit the demon directly.

As the final evolution of the Monkey King, the Forsaken Monkey has both fighting and ghost attributes, and its attacks cause both physical and psychic damage.

The evil ghost's shoulders, neck, ribs, and leg bones shattered, making a series of popping sounds, and both legs were broken at the same time.

But it continues to sprint at a completely unreasonable speed.

(End of this chapter)