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Chapter 32 The end of the script
"Where are the other two?"

Vernon turned his head when he heard the voice, just as Jenomie and Blade came from the back room.

"They fell." Vernon pointed to a hole in front of him and said, "According to the growth of the grass, there should be an overlapping space below."

"I can't wait that long, let's go down together, I guess the target of the mission is waiting for us below." Jeremy jumped in first after saying a word.

The underground space is full of gunpowder smoke, and there are broken walls and ruins everywhere. The traces of shelling and bombs are clearly visible. After Frank came here, he felt his body suddenly became active. Stay in a similar place.

Boom boom boom, the sound of the bomb explosion reaching Frank's ears brought him a friendly feeling. In Frank's opinion, these things are much easier to deal with than those ghosts and the like.

Not long after walking through the ruins of the war, Frank saw Fina's figure. After greeting his teammates, he lowered his body and quickly touched her.

Fina crouched in a corner built by two walls, covered her ears with her hands, and supported a light blue mana shield.

"Fina, Fina." Frank called out a few words.

Fina raised her head, and there was a double image of Frank in her eyes. She was a little dizzy from the continuous explosion, "Are you all here?"

"Yes, they are behind, where is Natasha?" Frank asked back.

"She said that I am not suitable for this kind of battlefield terrain, and let me hide here. She went to deal with the enemy, but it seems that there is no progress. It is just right for you to come. I will support you with a shield. Hurry up and help. "Fina shook her head and said.

Frank put his head out of the bunker, the space was still relatively bright, and he saw two small dots in the distance at a glance, one was Natasha, and the other should be the enemy.

"No, I can't wait that long. You wait here for them to come over and give me a shield. I'm a professional in this area." Frank said very seriously.

Indeed, can a member of the Marine Corps not be a professional?
Fina didn't say much. After raising her hand and adding a shield, Frank rushed out like a cheetah. The terrain of the ruins did not hinder him at all.

After the distance got closer, Frank finally knew why the famous Black Widow hadn't taken down the enemy for so long.

The other side is hanging out, every drop of bodily fluid and every part of the other side's body can be turned into a bomb, and spitting is like a bomber bombing. Under this attack frequency, Natasha can only dodge constantly, and has no chance to attack at all. .

Natasha saw Frank approaching quickly at a glance, and raised her hands in a gesture of disabling firearms.

"Firearms banned? Firearms are invalid?" Several thoughts flashed through Frank's mind, but his footsteps did not stop. Since firearms are useless, cold weapons can directly assassinate him.

So Frank gave Natasha a few tactical gestures while moving, and he began to move to the left. Natasha also cooperated with the enemy to turn in another direction, allowing Frank to successfully sneak into the blind spot of the opponent's vision.

Stepping on the ruins with both feet, Frank quickly approached the enemy. The enemy was covered in strange black clothes all over his body, with only a gap at the connection between the neck and the body.

Lowering his body down a bit, Frank's right wrist snapped, and three switchblades were caught between his fingers.

Swish!
The switchblade spanned a distance of more than 20 meters and accurately hit the enemy's neck, and each knife hit the handle of the previous knife, directly allowing the first knife to penetrate the enemy's neck.

After shooting the switchblade, Frank rolled over, hugged his head and rolled down from the ruins, which was the best way to avoid a close-range explosion.

But after a rapid descent of more than 30 meters, Frank did not hear the sound of the explosion.

After standing up from a bunker, Frank found that the enemy did not attack again, but knelt down on his knees, accepting death calmly.

As soon as the screen turned, Frank saw a little boy who was adopted when he was almost an adult. Before the little boy was happy for a few days, a man in a priest's robe was tied full of bombs to his body and became a consumable.

As he lay dying, the little boy's last wish was that someone would kill him before the bomb exploded.

After the screen ended, the surrounding environment also returned to the appearance of the haunted house.

After the script came here, Yang Qiu heaved a long sigh. This time, he didn't pay attention to every aspect of setting up the script. The scenes that Frank and the others saw were all added when the script evolved by itself, and adapted from real cases.

Every story is embarrassing, but the overall evolution result is not bad, achieving the result Yang Qiu wanted.

Blade, Frank, and Natasha have all truly believed in the existence of the Dark World and the Ouroboros organization.

Then comes the final act of the script—the self-destructive cultist.

After three scenes, everyone in the team was very angry.

They quickened their pace, and soon, everyone arrived at the last scene of the haunted house, simulating the scene of a prison.

The room that simulated the prison was carved with strange lines and patterns. Under the light of candles shaking on the ground, they saw two corpses lying symmetrically on the left and right.

There was a horrible smile on the face of the corpse, and the limbs were firmly nailed to the ground by wooden nails.

Continuing to observe, the two corpses were clearly the mother who forced her daughter to jump off the building and the man who forced the child into the hospital.

"Wrath...revenge...the desire to kill will lead my lord to descend on this filthy world, and bring baptism to all filthy human beings..."

A voice came from the rear of the team, and the blade turned back and pointed an arrow at it.

The arrow feathers pierced the speaker's body but didn't make him take a step back. He looked at the six people in front of him as if he saw a rare treasure.

"The coming of the Lord requires audiences and more sacrifices. I declare that you are the audience! You are the sacrifices!"

The cultist laughed and raised his hands, revealing his scarred skin and a small knife stuck in his chest.

He swung his right hand down suddenly, grabbed the knife and tore his body apart, blood splashed all over the ground, and there was a cry from his mouth that he didn't know whether it was a wailing or something.

Jenomie clenched his buckler shield and prepared to face the enemy, but until the cultist died, the guy he said was about to descend did not appear. Instead, the Ouroboros mark lit up, and the news that the newcomer assessment was over entered their minds.

"That's the end?" Frank couldn't believe it.

"It should be, if there are some evil gods, then the newcomer assessment is too high-level." Vernon looked at Frank and said.

The next moment, several people were sent back to their positions before they participated in the assessment by Ann.

　Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for investment, ask for monthly tickets, ask for rewards, ask for everything.

　　Thanks to the scholar Han Yu for the reward of [-] starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)