Chapter 553 - Slaughter
Chapter 632 of "Player Reload" starts with unexpected events: "What?""What?"The walkie-talkie crackled with the stunned voices of Oracle and Joker, who had just been... Find out more!
"What?""What?"
The walkie-talkie crackled with the stunned voices of Oracle and Joker, who had just been remotely communicating with Zhongtian Beiji, exchanging intelligence.
At this moment, the Apache helicopter slowly ascended, soaring over the mountains, and the onboard machine gun began to rotate.
With no time for detailed explanation, Li Cheng pocketed the walkie-talkie, turned, and sprinted in an S-shaped trajectory towards the depths of the dense forest.
Da-da-daâ
Metal bullet chains struck like venomous snakes, causing the branches and trunks to explode into splinters.
Li Cheng leaped over the bushes; Gray Rain automatically switched forms into a thin, yet sturdy metal mat beneath him, allowing the duo to slide down the slope like skiing.
"Black Pharaoh doesnât want us to stay in the Script World, and he wants to kill us; these two things arenât mutually exclusive."
Li Cheng spoke quickly, "He removed Prince Andrew and the others from the original task and left Epstein, designating the latter as the new VIP, then had him killed by Mikazuki, who is imprisoned somewhere,
in this âslaughter on the spotâ manner, letting us hear the systemâs notification sound.
In other words, according to his plan, if we still want to complete the task, we must snatch a living Epstein from his hands, while also..."
"At the same time, he must ensure that players wonât remain here after failing."
Oracleâs brain processed rapidly, integrating and analyzing intelligence; Black Pharaoh was greedily intent on devouring players completely, seeking not just seven Power Seeds but also the Summoner qualification.
"Missiles, fire missiles!"
Inside the armed helicopter, Black Pharaoh banged the cabin wall and shouted angrily.
Pifuâs silhouette disappeared beneath the dense canopy; thermal imaging offered little clarity, yet a clear light spot remained visible on the screen.
The co-pilot pressed the button on the control stick; Hellfire missiles detached from the launch rack, spewing narrow flames, diving towards the forest.
Boom!
Explosions illuminated the night sky: trees snapped and toppled, frightened birds flapped their wings, fallen leaves and mulch were overturned by heat shockwaves, snakes and insects hidden below fled in panic.
The light spot on the armed helicopterâs screen came from a GPS signalâpreviously from the satellite phone at Molochâs altar, which included a micro-tracker providing Pifuâs location.
Black Pharaoh inhaled deeply and asked the missile-firing co-pilot, "Did you hear any sound in your mind?"
"Uh..."
The broad and muscular African co-pilot had a peculiar expression; he and the other US Army soldiers had long been brainwashed by Black Pharaohâs Corrupt Baron powers, holding absolute loyalty; thus, he nervously and tentatively sang, "And I said, âRomeo take me somewhere we can be alone~â"
The singing was sharp and raspy, unmistakably Taylor Swiftâs country-pop song âLove Storyâ released last year,
The pilotâs eyes widened, the US Army soldiers in the rear fell collectively silent,
Black Pharaoh, holding onto the cabin wall handle single-handedly, was stupefied, taking a full two seconds to react, "What?"
"Mr. President, didnât you ask me what I heard?" The co-pilot nervously explained, "This is whatâs been looping in my head. My daughter and I are both fans of Taitai."
"You... FUCK."
Had it not been inappropriate, Black Pharaoh would have cosplayed Captain Pi and tossed this co-pilot out of the helicopter.
Luckily, he quickly regained composure; the co-pilot hadnât heard a Killing Field System notification of Summoner qualification acquisition, proving Pifu hadnât been blown up.
Unhesitatingly, he shouted to the pilot, "Ascend, quickly."
The Apache helicopter rapidly climbed until breaking through the clouds. Black Pharaoh felt slightly relieved and picked up the satellite phone, "Itâs me. Colonel, execute C plan."
Simultaneously, at the bustling dock, the US Army colonel slowly lowered the walkie-talkie behind the police line, seriously nodding to the subordinates.
All US Army soldiers raised their firearms in unison, aiming at the terrified island guests and employees, fingers forcefully pulling the triggers.
Da-da-da-da-daâ
Bullets showered like a torrential downpour, mowing down the crowd like a harvester in a wheat field. Screams and sobs echoed to the heavens.
A small group of guests at the farthest outskirts, in sheer terror, fled towards the islandâs depths.
The colonel, without a glance, left these people to his subordinates for pursuit and embark on a yacht, descending the deck to the lower cabins.
This was the secret room depicted in the earlier video. Special Service Bureau agents had spliced and edited footage from two locations together, creating the illusion that the room was inside a cave.
Nevertheless, it didnât matter.
The colonel opened the cabin door, finding three soldiers already standing, each holding handguns, aiming at the three children on the operating table.
In the corner of the room were several bound and anesthetized VIPs.
This was Black Pharaohâs C plan; after the original plan was exposed, firstly sweep the VIPs on the island, denying players the opportunity to ârecharge,â
then, by loyal subordinates, directly eliminate Mikazuki and others, seizing their qualifications and confining them within this world.
The colonel said coldly, "Proceed, for the sake of Ameriâ"
Thud!
A muffled sound interrupted the colonelâs speech; there was a dull noise and a series of gunshots from the upper deck.
The colonel instinctively moved to look outside the door, only to see Zhongtian Beiji covered in blood standing on the steps, gripping an Iron Mace in his right hand, with his left hand and the entire forearm missing, bite marks lingering on the wound.
A tourniquet was firmly tied above the wound.
Zhongtian Beijiâs eyes were blood-red; heâd long administered an overdose of painkillers; he now gnawed at his left armâs flesh like a beast, extracting spiritual power.
The colonel, after a moment of shock, raised his M16 rifle heavily, pulling the trigger.
Yet Zhongtian Beiji moved like a monkey, agilely dodging on the ground, ceiling, and walls, narrowly avoiding all the bullets.
As the distance closed to five meters, and the muzzle aimed squarely at Zhongtian Beiji,
Click.
The bullet jammed.
", kid."
Zhongtian Beiji showed no sadness or joy, swung his right handâs mace with all his might towards the colonelâs ankle, knocking the latter to the ground.