"This must be the Chinese man called Emperor Chen. Watch me take his head.”
NotWearingPants grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth in the dark.
Then, he reached out and took out a special small machine from his backpack.
This machine was somewhat similar to a pistol, but it was more exquisite. Moreover, there was a ring-shaped object at the muzzle.
It was a silencer, a product of modern technology. After many experiments and modifications, it could eliminate almost 95% of the sound.
"Die!"
NotWearingPants sneered. He held the pistol in one hand and aimed it at Mu Chen, who was curled up on the bed.
Then, he pulled the trigger.
"F * ck, it's real!"
Mu Chen curled up on the bed and looked at NotWearingPants from the corner of his eyes. When he saw NotWearingPants take out a pistol and point it at him, he could not hold it in anymore.
Although he was an expert in the game, he had also inherited some of his strength in reality.
However, wasn't it courting death to try to block bullets with such a level of physical fitness?
Besides, would NotWearingPants use ordinary guns and bullets?
These guns and bullets must be special military products that had been specially processed.
The power would definitely be increased by ten.
"Bang!"
NotWearingPants 'body shook slightly after a soft sound. It was the recoil of the gun.
A bullet the size of a chopstick shot through the glass at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
Then, the glass was directly penetrated, leaving only a tiny crack. There was no sound at all.
Mu Chen frowned. His body rolled on the ground, wrapped in the blanket, and rolled to the ground.
The bullet flew through the air and hit the bedside table, leaving a finger-sized hole.
"Baka, damn it!"
NotWearingPants was wearing night vision goggles, so he knew what was going on in the room.
When she saw that Mu Chen had actually "luckily" snatched a bullet, she could not help but curse in her heart.
He raised his gun again and aimed it at Mu Chen, who was in the room.
Wait, where's Mu Chen?
NotWearingPants scanned the entire room but did not see Mu Chen.
"Where did he go? Damn it!"
NotWearingPants was a little angry. This was supposed to be an easy task! Now, even the target had disappeared.
You can't play like this!
As he spoke, his body swayed and he landed on the windowsill. He quietly opened the window and tiptoed into Mu Chen's room.
At this moment, Mu Chen had already crawled out of the room while NotWearingPants was aiming again. At this moment, he was in the kitchen, picking up the only weapon here-a kitchen knife.
It was made of alloy and was very sharp. It could be used to deal with NotWearingPants! Just nice.
"No matter who you are, since you want to kill me, I naturally won't let you off.”
A trace of killing intent flashed in Mu Chen's eyes. If he had not coincidentally obtained the night vision ability of the Eye of God, that spear just now would have probably taken his life.
Mu Chen picked up the kitchen knife without any hesitation. He was very familiar with this room. In addition, he also had night vision, so he was not at a disadvantage.
At least, that was the case for now. If NotWearingPants had some special skill, that might not be the case.
"Baka! Where did this Chinese guy go?"
NotWearingPants tiptoed into Mu Chen's room and gently pulled up the blanket that had fallen to the ground. He realized that there was no one there.
Then…What was his goal for this trip?
Mu Chen slowly moved forward. This was not a game. If he died, he would really die, so he had to be careful.
NotWearingPants noticed that there was no one in the room, so he turned to look at the living room.
He took out a dagger from his calf and placed it horizontally in front of his chest. Then, he walked toward the living room step by step.
Mu Chen was the same. His current physical fitness was no less than that of a professionally trained special forces soldier.
He naturally had his own views on close combat.
He knew that there was someone else in the room who was looking for him with a weapon.
As they walked, Mu Chen's eyes suddenly flashed. He had found his target.
He held his breath and slowed down his pace. The kitchen knife in his hand was already raised, shining with a cold light.
NotWearingPants was still dumbfounded! Although he had the help of the night vision goggles, he was not familiar with the room at all, so he took every step carefully.
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