Without bothering to sort out the pieces of wood on his body, An pointed three steps and made two steps, opened the back door of the car and sat in. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Shet! What is that! ”

The strong man who was chasing An Yizhi just now also chased him to the street at this time, and the half-broken wooden door was completely finished at this time, and even the door frame was knocked down by the strong man.

He was covered in gray-white cement powder, his hair was mixed with sweat and dust, forming textured braids, and his hands held the shotgun that had been discarded by Ann's fingers, and he broke it with force. The all-metal body of the gun was folded into a U-shape by him like a spoon, and the ragged clothes and the inhuman-like roar, like the man-eating monster in the story, startled the two young men fiercely.

"Hurry up!"

York, a white guy, heard the sound of Ann's fingers, and subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and the engine rumbled.

"Hurry up York! He's catching up! ”

The cars of this era have just entered the commercialization, and the performance is very backward in the eyes of later generations, especially the starting speed cannot be the same as that of later generations.

"I'm trying! The throttle has been stepped on to the bottom! ”

Seeing that the strong man was about to catch up, the Ford Model A car was still accelerating slowly and unhurriedly, and Thomas jumped to his feet in a hurry.

York was in a hurry, and he didn't realize that he had not changed gears when he used to drive around the streets.

"What's going on!"

As soon as he shifted gears, the speed of the car suddenly increased, and York heard the sound of metal twisting and deforming from behind.

"He grabbed our spare tire!"

Thomas looked through the car window, and just met the fierce eyes of the strong man, and he was frightened.

"Watch me dump him!"

"No, you concentrate on driving, let's figure out how to get him"

Ann stopped York and told him to concentrate on driving.

The secret passage where he escaped was discovered, and the police would soon hear the news and rush to him, and at this time, he was still entangled with the strong man, and it was easy to be blocked by the police.

"Aim at his eyes and hit, it's useless to hit somewhere else"

Throwing Thomas a revolver, Ann smashed the rear window with the butt of his gun and pulled the trigger. Just as the car flipped up, the shot flew somewhere.

The black guy is eager to ask what it means to fight somewhere else useless? This is a pistol, isn't it a bloody hole to shoot someone?

But he still listened to An Yizhi's advice and aimed at those fierce eyes.

"What kind of monster is this!"

The moment the bullet flew out, the strong man blocked his face with one hand, and the .357 warhead was caught by him empty-handed!

Bang fired several shots in succession, but none of them did any damage, which made Thomas fully realize that he was facing an inhuman being.

An Yizhi was not idle at this time, while the black guy was shooting, he used the butt of the gun to smash the fingers of the strong man holding the spare tire, of course, it was also useless, until the arm was sore, and the strong man's fingers were still firmly grasping the tire, and he didn't mean to let go at all, and even the butt of the gun was smashed a little.

He must be got rid of as soon as possible!

It is too conspicuous for such a big man to hang out of the car, not to mention that his weight is not light, and he can top it, which seriously slows down the speed of the car.

But this thing showed an invulnerable posture, hanging behind the car and trying to catch people with his other hand, very tenacious. forced An Yizhi to cling to the seat of the cab to avoid being caught by him.

Throwing the last loaded revolver to Thomas, Ann racked his brains for a solution.

The system will never arrange an unsolvable situation!

This is just a game after all, since it is a game, it is not the purpose to make things difficult for the player, the purpose is to let the player clear the level, and all the puzzles are just set up to improve the sense of achievement and entertainment.

There must be a clue in yourself!

Hand-Rolled Cigarettes is a simple map with a hint to the Blue Paradise Tavern hidden in half a piece of fried bread, the only thing that doesn't use it is ......

He pulled out the flask and sniffed it, and he smelled the choking smell of alcohol.

He took a big gulp as he pulled up the skills panel to check it out. Sure enough! The Blazing Orb's skill icon is back lit up!

He immediately activated the skill.

Feeling the unbearable heat coming from his mouth, Ann opened his mouth to spit out the liquor, and a large handful of flames came out of his mouth, forming a basin-sized fireball swirling in front of him.

Thomas, a black guy, was stunned and looked at the fireball that was only an inch away from the end of his hair, there were too many things beyond common sense that happened today, refreshing his three views.

As soon as his mind moved, the blazing magic ball fell down the broken rear window and directly hit the strong man's face, burning him and roaring angrily.

Seeing that the flame was effective, An Yizhi hurriedly poured the remaining liquor into his mouth, and repeated the trick. Only then did the strong man let go of his hand and threw it farther and farther as the car accelerated.

"First, sir! Did you just use magic? ”

York asked what Thomas wanted to ask.

They've seen a circus show, it's not like they've never seen a flame spitting out of their mouths, but it's a kind of performance that is nothing like what they've seen with their own eyes, and a fire-breathing show certainly can't make a fireball hang in the air and attack the enemy like an arm.

"Don't ask more"

casually perfunctory, I didn't expect these two people to really don't ask much, but their eyes were full of longing, as if they were just surprised by the spell in front of them, and did not question the existence of magic.

This made An Yi suspicious.

Back in the previous Resident Evil dungeon, it was possible to fool the past with magic tricks to make the pistol disappear out of thin air, but this time it is impossible to fool with simple reasons such as 'tricks' or 'magic', because magic tricks can't be done at all!

Maybe it's because the two of them have a lot of nerves, and it's easy to fool if they don't dig deeper. But there is one piece of evidence that cannot be avoided.

- There is no prompt from the system.

Ann Yizhi clearly remembers that when he put the pistol in the inventory in front of Bob, there was a word 'unexplained' in the system prompt.

This shows that the Blazing Orb just now is explainable for two NPCs, so the system doesn't prompt!

To further illustrate, there is 'magic' in this modern background!

Combined with the scenes after entering the dungeon, An Yizhi seemed to see a hint of aura, but it was very naughty, and he couldn't catch it.

"Someone is following us! It's a police car! ”

Thomas's exclamation interrupted his thoughts, and the glimmer of light vanished.

An Yizhi looked at the back of the car angrily, the two cars followed closely behind him, the people in the cab were wearing police uniforms, and the people in the passenger seat were holding police guns, shouting loudly, presumably to stop them or something.

"Are there any weapons in the car?"

"Yes, under the seat"

Thomas reached out and pulled out a small toolbox. In addition to some wrenches and other tools commonly used in vehicles, there is also a notorious 'Chicago typewriter', officially known as the Thomson submachine gun.

It is the current era that makes this gun famous, because it is short, very easy to conceal and carry, and has extremely ferocious firepower, which makes it a favorite of the mafia of this era.

Needless to say, Ann Yizhi's marksmanship is a secret throw of any gun in his hand, and he is quite self-aware and motions with his eyes for Thomas to use it to shoot at the police.

And after the latter picked up the gun, he hesitated, as if he was fighting in his heart.

I don't know what the reason for joining the gang is, but for now, the two are not ruthless enough to shoot in the street with submachine guns.

Well, Ann Yizhi has that level.

Anyway, it's all NPCs, and it's not real people, so there's not so much psychological pressure, which is a bit similar to the FPS games I used to play, how can players consider whether the enemy in the crosshair has family parents before pulling the trigger, they will only think about a headshot.

"Let me do it"

"No, sir, I'll do it"

Thomas's eyes became firm, as if he had thought of something, and his heart was on fire:

"If this is for the ideal, I am willing to be an executioner!"

He set up his submachine gun, bullets in a string, and the machine clicked, just like his nickname, 'Chicago Typewriter'

A police officer who was driving was hit directly, and the bullet quickly took his life, crashing into a fire hydrant on the side of the road along with the car that had lost control.

The other police car was lucky enough to have no casualties, but the bullet punctured the tires, forcing it to stop.

"I did it...... Mom, I did it......"

Thomas muttered to himself in distraction, and York gave his friend a concerned look through the rearview mirror.

For the player, the 'life' in the game is just a bargaining chip that can be exchanged, and as long as they benefit, they will not care how many NPCs die.

For NPCs, the meaning of the word life is much heavier.

An Yizhi didn't care about Thomas's thoughts, he only saw the pursuers retreating, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed another car coming from the intersection behind him, and it was not a policeman, but a group of guys dressed in black, who were holding the same submachine guns in their hands!

"Lie down!"

With a shout, he pressed the stunned Thomas, and countless bullets pierced the car, instantly smashing the leather seats.

York's clever personality saved his life, and he quickly slouched in the passenger seat, and the bullet luckily passed him.

But Thomas was not so lucky, and a bullet hit his hand, and the wound was torn hideously, revealing horrific white bones.

Wave after wave of unsettled, they have just gotten rid of the police and are being targeted by the mafia again.

I couldn't understand why the mafia was so persistent, and Ann picked up the submachine gun and fired back.

"And is there any ammunition!"

"No sir, it's all in the toolbox"

But the bullets ran out quickly, and there were only 2 rounds of ammunition in total, and when he touched An Yizhi, the master who pulled the trigger and didn't let go, no matter how much he did, it was not enough for him to fight indiscriminately.

Scolding and throwing away the submachine gun, Ann rummaged through the toolbox to see if there was anything that could be used.

Then, he found a canister that was used to fill the engine with oil, and the greasy item on the skill panel lit up at the same time.

A realization flashed in his heart, in Gus's office just now, the purpose of the person who was manipulating his body was to ask Gus for lubricant here!

Still, how did he know it would work?

Questions swirled in his head, and a string of bullets hit him that forced him to give up thinking.

"Greasy Technique!"

Grease bubbled out of the oil pot and soon turned into a large puddle of green viscous liquid that flew out of the window and landed right in the path of the pursuers.

- Squeak!

- Bang!

Listening to the sound of tires slipping behind him, An Yizhi knew that they were safe for the time being.