My players are too fierce!

Chapter 48: A Dutiful Daughter

The woman left, returning to the heavy snowfall under the cover of night.

She glanced at Kashima, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before looking away.

Kashima was just about to try and get some information out of this neutral NPC, what a pity.

With that thought over, Kashima pushed open the door.

He had searched the kitchen and the preparation room. The former contained nothing but a large pot of broth and some rotten meat that he didn't want to know about.

What a disappointment!

After the woman left, the tear she left for the swordsman turned into a black crystal and remained in place.

A Collection of Regrets

[Type: Material]

[Quality: Rare]

High-purity crystals, primarily composed of impurities, are extremely rare. They can be used as ingredients in elixirs and as magical materials, offering a variety of applications.

Kashima picked it up and put it into the team's inventory.

This thing is a product of the recent hotfix.

Perhaps the developers considered that this instance is very large, encompassing at least one mountain and a village at its foot, and made this optimization specifically.

You can throw all the items with panels in there, and then just take them out when the dungeon ends.

This includes the "Corpse Truck Diary," which was previously used as a mission item.

Well, it seems these beta testers are still useful; at least the development team really keeps an eye on them and cares about their gaming experience.

It's tough on my brother, he can't take his pants off anymore, he doesn't want to be an exhibitionist in front of a group of bald programmers.

Now, Kashima faces two paths.

One option is to go out and try your luck in the heavy snow.

The other path leads through the corridor where the fierce battle took place and into the Gale.

Even if it's just one more person, even if it's a cripple and a novice, that's still manpower.

Having finalized their target, Kashima acted swiftly.

However...

Snapped--

Kashima hadn't walked more than a few steps when his foot stepped into a puddle of sticky liquid.

At this moment, the torches in that corridor went out, perhaps because of the previous fierce battle, or perhaps because of the pushing and shoving of the horde of zombies.

Gollum—

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He suddenly realized that the zombie apocalypse wasn't so exciting after all...

He was very glad that the bird's beak in the mask was stuffed with plenty of spices.

[Rationality - 15]

boom! boom! boom!

Several gunshots rang out from the rooftop.

[Number of players remaining in the current instance: 1]

Oh no, he's all alone now?

A few minutes earlier, on the second floor of the house, in the study where Kuangfeng was.

He placed the bowl on the table and listened intently to the gunshots and screams coming from downstairs.

This group of people got into a fight with something unknown.

It seems we're still at a disadvantage?

Those screams were unmistakable; there weren't many people in this group in total.

There are probably no more than twenty people, and the few guns they have are obviously found; they are not trained professional soldiers.

Some of them even used cold weapons, so their equipment was probably not very good.

Cross your hands, and quickly circle your thumbs.

He quickly devised a way to break the deadlock in his mind.

He should be considered a hostage now.

Back then, he was the one leading his men to rescue others, but now he himself has become a hostage and has to find a way to save himself, which is quite a strange story.

Unfortunately, only two netizens can witness this right now.

[Number of players remaining in the current instance: 2]

Okay, now there's only one left.

Although we don't know who survived.

Unfortunately, his revolver, which was a gift from his position as tribunal for the people, was confiscated before he was brought up, along with several loaded magazines.

This is difficult.

Just as Kuangfeng closed his eyes in deep thought, the old man, his eyes bloodshot, pushed open the door and rushed in.

He grabbed Kuangfeng by the collar and yelled, "You coward! Do you have accomplices hiding somewhere?!"

The stench from his breath assaulted the wind's face, and a barely perceptible flicker of disgust crossed his eyes, but he still patiently said, "Didn't you take my friend away to entertain him?"

Her eyes held a clear look of confusion, as if she had no idea of the old man's identity.

This was a tactic he used to lull the old man into a false sense of security.

His gun—a tribune's revolver—was tucked into a holster under his armpit by the old man.

I have no idea where they got the gun holster.

The old man seemed very dissatisfied with his feigned ignorance and punched him in the face.

"You piece of trash! Do you even know how you lost that leg?"

Kuangfeng didn't shake his head, but instead glared at the old man with a... feigned angry look.

He genuinely didn't know his current background and could only play along with what the other party wanted.

His hand naturally reached towards the old man's armpit...

Snapped!

Another heavy punch landed on Kuangfeng's face.

The blows made him see stars, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

The gun holster was quietly opened...

"You piece of trash think you can fight bandits?" The old man's words were full of hatred. "Back in the day, I hid in a tree and shot you in the knee when you charged forward like a fool! Didn't expect it to be me, did you?"

"I'm the one who kicked you into the ditch like a dead dog!"

"Later, a woman came to the mountains looking for you. I guess she was your wife or some kind of mistress, hehe, guess what?"

The old man had lost all reason; the veneer of civilization had been completely torn away, leaving only the madness of a beast at the end of its rope.

"I don't want to know."

Kuangfeng coldly uttered a sentence, then suddenly drew his pistol and used one hand to lock the old man's throat.

A cold pistol was pressed against the old man's temple.

Even though he has retired from the front line over the years, his skills have not diminished much.

"No, no, no!"

The old man urinated in his pants.

Oh no...

Even if a tribe is wiped out by a sudden horde of zombies, they can still rebuild. But if he loses his life...

That would be the end of it all!

In an instant, their identities were completely reversed.

Now, the gale is the hunter, and the old man is the prey.

However, strong winds don't have the habit of tormenting people.

He was prepared to give that disgusting old man a quick and painless death with a single shot.

bang——

The door was kicked open again.

The woman who had previously appeared to be the leader rushed in, covered in blood and panting heavily.

She carried a pair of dulled axes, her gaze fixed intently on the old man and the raging wind.

The strong wind immediately flipped the old man over, but the gun barrel remained in place.

"Don't come near him, or I'll kill him!"

He knew that the old man was the leader of the bandits, but the situation was urgent and he could not analyze the relationship between the two in detail.

Take a gamble!

I'm betting this woman values this old man!

However...

The woman scoffed and said, "Then shoot!"

What?!

"No! My dear daughter! Please save me!"

The old man's initial relief at the fact that some members of the tribe had survived immediately turned into despair.

He was betrayed by his own daughter!

Seeing that the negotiations had broken down, Kuangfeng immediately turned his gun on the woman.

Several shots were fired!

His head and heart were blocked by the opponent's axe blade.

The bullets aimed at the limbs did indeed hit, leaving several bloody holes.