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Chapter 483 Slaughter
"what?"

"What?"

The walkie-talkie crackled with surprise from the Oracle and the Joker, who had just been remotely communicating and exchanging intelligence with the North Pole.

At this moment, the Apache attack helicopter slowly climbed, passing over the mountains, and its onboard cannon began to rotate.

Without time to explain in detail, Li Sheng put away the walkie-talkie, turned around, and ran in an S-shaped pattern into the depths of the dense forest.

Da da da--

The metal bullet chain struck like a venomous snake, causing tree branches to burst and wood chips to fly wherever it passed.

Li Sheng leaped over the bushes, and Gray Rain automatically changed its form, transforming into a thin and sturdy metal mat. It was placed under Li Sheng, and the two of them slid down the slope like skiers.

"The Black Pharaoh's desire to prevent us from remaining in the script world and his desire to kill us are not contradictory."

Li Sheng spoke rapidly: "He eliminated Prince Andrew and others from the original mission, leaving Epstein behind. The latter then designated a VIP as the new SVIP, and Epstein was killed by Mikazuki, who was imprisoned somewhere."
This 'freshly slaughtered' method is what makes us hear the system notification sound.

In other words, in his plan, if we wanted to complete the mission, we had to snatch Epstein alive from him, and at the same time…

"At the same time, he has to make sure that players don't get stuck here after they fail."

The Oracle's brain worked at lightning speed, integrating and analyzing the intelligence. The Black Pharaoh was too greedy and determined to devour the players completely. He not only wanted to collect the seven Power Seeds, but also to obtain the Chosen One qualification.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Missiles, launch missiles!"

Inside the armed helicopter, the Black Pharaoh pounded on the cabin walls and roared loudly.

The ant disappeared into the dense shade of the trees, making it difficult to see clearly with thermal imaging, but fortunately, a clear dot of light was still displayed on the screen.

The co-pilot pressed the button on the control stick, and the Hellfire missile detached from the launch pad, spewing a long, narrow tail of flame as it swooped down into the dense forest.

Boom!

The explosion illuminated the night sky, trees snapped and collapsed, birds flapped their wings in fear, fallen leaves and humus were overturned by the heat wave shockwave, and snakes and insects hiding among them fled in panic.

The dots on the attack helicopter's screen came from GPS signals—the satellite phone at the previous Moro altar had a miniature locator installed inside, providing the ants' location at all times.

The Black Pharaoh took a deep breath and asked the co-pilot who launched the missile, "Did you hear anything in your head?"

"Uh"

The burly Black co-pilot had a strange expression. He and the other American soldiers had long been brainwashed and controlled by the corrupting power of the Black Pharaoh's barons, and were filled with absolute loyalty. Therefore, he was extremely nervous and tentatively asked, "And I said, Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone~"

The vocals were high-pitched and husky; it was clearly Taylor Swift's country-pop song "Love Story," released last year.
The driver's eyes widened, while the American soldiers in the back remained silent.
The black pharaoh, gripping the cabin wall handrail with one hand, looked utterly bewildered, taking a full two seconds to react. "What?"

"Your Excellency, didn't you ask me what I heard?" the co-pilot said nervously. "That's the song that was just playing on repeat in my head. My daughter and I are both fans of Tae Tae."

"You FUCK."

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, Black Pharaoh would have loved to cosplay as Psycophant and throw the co-pilot off the helicopter.

Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure. The fact that the co-pilot did not hear the notification from the killing field system that he had obtained the qualification of a chosen one proved that Ant had not been killed by the explosion.

He made a quick decision and shouted to the driver, "Climb the altitude, quickly!"

The Apache helicopter immediately climbed rapidly until it passed through the clouds. Only then did the Black Pharaoh feel a little relieved and picked up the satellite phone. "It's me. Colonel, execute Plan C."

At the same moment, at the bustling dock, a U.S. Army colonel standing behind the cordon slowly put down his walkie-talkie and nodded solemnly to his subordinates.

All the American soldiers raised their weapons and pointed them at the terrified guests and staff on the island, pulling the triggers hard.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—bullets rained down horizontally like a storm, and the crowd fell like wheat fields plowed by a combine harvester. Screams and cries echoed through the sky.

A small group of guests on the outermost edge fled in terror into the depths of the island.

The colonel didn't even look at them, handing them over to his subordinates to hunt, while he boarded a yacht, went down to the deck, and went down to the lower cabin.

This is the secret room from the previous video. Secret Service agents spliced ​​together footage from the two locations to create the illusion that the secret room was actually inside a cave.

But it doesn't matter.

The colonel pushed open the cabin door, and behind it stood three soldiers, each holding a pistol and aiming at the three children on the operating table.

In a corner of the room, there were several VIPs who were bound and anesthetized.

This is what the Black Pharaoh referred to as Plan C: after the original plan was exposed, the first step was to wipe out the VIPs on the island, preventing players from having a chance to "recharge" (recharge their accounts).

Then, loyal subordinates directly eliminate Mikazuki and others under their command, plunder their talents, and keep them in this world.

The colonel said coldly, "Let's do it, for America."

Boom!
A dull thud interrupted the colonel's words, followed by a series of gunshots from the upper deck.

The colonel subconsciously moved to look outside the door and saw Zhongtian Beiji standing on the steps, covered in blood. He was holding an iron mace in his right hand, and his left hand and forearm were missing, with bite marks remaining in the wound.

The area above the wound was tightly bound with a tourniquet.

[Skill Name: Self-Devouring Compensation Spirit]

[Type: Evil Magic]

[Special Effect: Devouring Heaven and Earth. The user must be a living being of flesh and blood. By consuming a part of their own body, spiritual energy can be restored. The more flesh in the part, the more intense the pain, and the slower the healing speed, the more spiritual energy is restored.]

[Consumption: None]

[Cooling time: None]

【Usage conditions: The user's remaining weight is greater than or equal to 30kg】

[Note: "Human hearts are made of flesh." Cannibalistic scientist announces major discovery today]

Zhongtian Beiji's eyes were bloodshot. He had already given himself an overdose of painkillers. At this moment, he was biting off the flesh of his left arm like a wild beast, extracting spiritual energy.

After a brief moment of shock, the colonel raised his M16 rifle and pulled the trigger hard.

However, Zhongtian Beiji, like an ape, leaped nimbly between the ground, ceiling, and walls, narrowly avoiding all bullets.

When the distance between the two sides closed to five meters, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Taneda's north side...

Click.

The bullet jammed.

"【Undying Through a Hundred Difficulties】, kid."

Zhongtian Beiji showed no emotion, but swung his mace with all his might, smashing it into the colonel's ankle and knocking him to the ground. He then stomped on the colonel's neck, finishing him off, and simultaneously caught the falling M16 in mid-air, firing without looking into the room, killing the three American soldiers who had no time to react.

The phrase "surviving a hundred hardships" originates from a Croatian man named Frane Sel, who survived seven major accidents in his life, including a plane crash, a bus plunging into a valley, a car fire, and a car accident. He even won a million dollars in the lottery at the age of 73.

He was even a little bit luckier than Tsutomu Yamaguchi, the legendary bomb-resistant engineer from Mitsubishi Japan who survived the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

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