Poverty makes me capable of anything.

An Ran didn't think that the people from Morning Star would suddenly go crazy. Even if the plan was leaked, they had been planning it for so long, which meant that they had ulterior motives.

Are there any gaps in the defenses?

While firing and gaining experience, Anran recalled the floor plan of the defensive line.

Draw fire from the front, then send scouts to infiltrate from the weak points.

"Boom—"

"Gan."

"Haha, I've already taken down three. I'll gain a lot of experience this time."

"Why are they all just ordinary people? I haven't seen a single powerful monster."

"Right side, right side up!"

"Click-click—" Ella changed to a new magazine, then said to Anran, "Anran, Anran, it seems there aren't many people left here."

Indeed, those who rushed up weren't fools; they were all looking for areas where the enemy's firepower was weaker.

"In that case, let's go over there and provide support."

An Ran smiled and replaced the rifle with a double-barreled spray gun.

Stealing monsters?

Who has more experience in this kind of thing than her?

"Yeah."

Fully armed, An Ran was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and with Ella, who was far more terrifying than a cute little tiger, she plunged into the edge of the defensive line.

Followed by.

"Bang bang bang..."

Exploding bullets.

"Boom—boom—"

And bombs that are like cannonballs fired from a gun.

This place instantly turned into a battlefield of carnage.

"what……"

"Damn, I'm flying! Someone give me a hand!"

"I'm going to smash lemons somewhere else."

"It's Anran, it's Anran."

"Haha, prepare to die, Anran's sister... um..."

The unlucky guy, who was laughing, was sent flying by Ella's rifle butt.

Even if she didn't know what Chenxing was up to, with a bunch of experienced players right in front of her, how could Anran let them go so easily?

Chapter 65 Rapid Departure

7 players, 6 NPCs.

In just five minutes, An Ran completed a large-scale harvest, gaining 26000 free experience points.

Before the people from Morning Star's side rushed over, An Ran only managed to take down one person with great difficulty because the wind and rain were affecting the performance of firearms.

Now that the distance is closer, with a double-barreled spray gun and a knife in hand, An Ran doesn't need to aim deliberately at all.

All she needs to do is utilize her speed.

Dancing gracefully among the scattered crowd, like a spinning top, each pause in her steps is the moment she makes her move.

It could be a bullet exploding and causing widespread destruction, or a blade slicing out and instantly killing a target.

In short, when those people saw An Ran appear and were still in a state of confusion, they were already marked with the mark of death.

"-135", "-67", "-78", "-208"...

Red damage numbers mingled with the rain, and bright red blood splattered in the rain.

Fortunately, Night of the Stars has a concept of "harmony," otherwise this highly realistic melee would be far too bloody for ordinary players.

Previously, a certain online game that claimed to have 99% realism was forcibly removed from the market because it did not conform to core values.

"Woooo..."

A Morning Star soldier charging forward suddenly dropped to the ground, narrowly avoiding a flying explosive grenade.

An Ran paused for a moment, intending to finish him off with a blow to turn him into experience, but stopped just as the blade was about to strike the Morning Star soldier's back.

"Thorn-"

Before the person could figure out what was happening, he struggled to stand up, only to be stabbed by the tip of the knife.

"what--"

The pain jolted him back, and he curled up on the ground like a turtle whose shell had been stepped on.

"No, no, no..."

The bloodstains on the knife tip were quickly washed away by the heavy rain, and finally dripped all over his body.

Ella quietly walked over to support Anran.

There weren't many people around anymore, and no one would suddenly appear and shoot An Ran; they were all being chased around by the government forces' players and NPCs.

As for stealing Anran's monster, that's even more impossible.

Some people are afraid of her, while others worship her as a powerful NPC.

"The Mechanic, a terrible class in the early game, is the last hope."

So it is said...

An Ran grabbed the fallen man and dragged him to the side of the defense line like a mop bag. The torrential rain finally stopped getting his hair wet, but it kept slapping his thighs.

"Puff-"

His back slammed against the wall, stinging painfully. He quickly cried out, "Don't fall! Don't fall! I'll answer whatever you ask, I'll tell you everything I know."

"I……"

I grasped a large blade of grass.

An Ran was stunned by his kneeling action. She had never seen someone so cooperative before. Others would at least put up a token resistance, but this guy actually threw out the phrase "speak without reservation". He was simply a model of shamelessness.

Then I'll grant your request.

"Okay, then let me ask you, how many people came in total?"

"..."

The man suddenly pinched his chin, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

Anran watched him quietly.

"This question..." He hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "I really don't know."

I grasped a blade of grass.

"Are you fucking toying with me?!" An Ran roared, raising her crimson blade. "I'm going to chop you in half right now!"

"No, no, no, spare me!"

He immediately stretched out his hand and waved it in terror: "I'm just someone standing below the stage doing orders, how could I know about such things?"

I don't care about all your reasons.

"Wait!" He shrank back, the pain from the reopened wound on his back making him gasp. "Hiss—I don't know the exact number, but I estimate it's close to a thousand, not counting the strangers who joined later."

startled.

An Ran's eyes widened instantly.

What kind of crazy move is this? Bringing so many people here all at once, are they trying to have a real fight with the people from Jiuge?

What else could this be but a complete idiot?

There must be another motive.

"Who sent you here directly?" An Ran quickly asked.

She grabbed the man's collar and asked him fiercely.

This man looked like he couldn't breathe and was trembling.

"Tell me now, or I'll kill you!" Ella brandished her gun.

"Waaaaah..."

His voice was almost as faint as the sound of the wind.

An Ran loosened his grip slightly, and he immediately coughed and shouted, "No, no, no, I can do it myself, I can do it myself."

"The leader announced this operation himself, and we were only notified the night before last. There are also specialists in the organization who have explained the details of Trading Post No. 1. Our group is here to draw fire and divert the defensive line."

"Oh."

He glanced at An Ran's expression and quickly continued, "In addition, there is another group of elites from the outside world responsible for attacking the other side of the defense line. It was said that the returning people would also come, but it seems that something happened at the last minute, and the returning people were transferred to other places."

"I've killed most of the people who came back," Anran thought to himself.

"Finally..." Seeing that An Ran seemed to want to say something, this man immediately raised his voice, "Finally, the big shots in the organization will have special methods to infiltrate the trading post."

He raised his hand: "That's all I know, big sister... ah, no, little beauty... ptooey, I mean little fairy Anran, look how much I've done, why don't you hand me over to the person in charge of Jiuge? If all else fails, just give me a painless package."

"..."

"Anran, Anran, what does 'painless package' mean?" Ella asked curiously.

An Ran explained, "He meant that when I killed him, I should do it quickly so that he would die before I felt any pain."

"Oh." Ella nodded, having learned something new: painless.

"..."