Chapter 191 Come out! Here is the camera

battleship Heartless.

  The lower deck, which was originally filled with Chaos believers, now only has a faint smell of blood floating in the air.

  There is currently no one alive on the lower deck, and all lighting equipment has been turned off.

  So when the players appeared, they were on high alert. People with night vision capabilities or night vision equipment were not afraid.

  Players without night vision suddenly panicked. In the darkness where they couldn't see their fingers, these players immediately found something that could illuminate them.

  With the action packs of these players, the originally dead space suddenly became filled with some unexplained sounds.

  "Squeak~~~click!"

  The ship slave's dormitory door is rarely maintained. In an unusually quiet environment, the harsh sound made when the door is opened will be infinitely amplified.

  The player who opened the door was obviously aware of this situation, so he immediately stopped all actions after the door opened.

  Armstrong, who was wearing a straight suit, looked a little ugly. He was thinking about something just now, which made him not pay attention to the harsh sound when the door opened.

  As soon as the door opened, Armstrong dodged and hid in the dormitory, although he knew that this was not a wise choice.

  Armstrong cursed in his heart: "Damn it!"

  He entered the mission world, and only after reading the mission did he understand what world he had entered.

  Warhammer 40K is a chilling world. He remembered that he had encountered a player from the Warhammer 40K world when he was performing the game mission [Zombies Supreme].

  Although I wanted to rob the player, not only did the robbery fail, but I was beaten up by the player. However, after telling the player something about the Warhammer World, the player did not kill him, but let him go.

  He really doesn't look like someone from the Warhammer world.

  Originally, he felt pity for the player, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn to pity him now.

  Armstrong's knowledge of Warhammer 40K was limited, but after the robbery failed and he was beaten, he had been asking about the Warhammer world for a while.

  After entering the mission world, he was automatically assigned to the [Emperor Camp] by the system. Combining the information he knew, he quickly analyzed the plot of this mission [Nukelia Survival Battle].

  "Damn 30K period, damn Horus Heresy, damn, damn...is this a mission that I can do?"

  It was because he analyzed the plot that he was so angry.

  As far as he knew, the great war that took place in Nukelia was a war between three legions and three original bodies.

  During this war, Angron's World Eaters would massacre the entire planet of Nukelia.

  Guilliman came to seek revenge and had a fight with Lorgar, but was cut down by Angron and sent to the ICU.

  If it weren't for the victorious army of the Ultramarines Primarch guard, regardless of casualties, desperately saving him from Angron's axe, Guilliman would have almost returned to the Golden Throne.

  Angron was then sacrificed to Khorne by Lorgar and ascended to become the Daemon Prince of Khorne.

  Although they have never seen a Space Marine or the original body, many players know that the high-tech world is very dangerous.

  The high-tech world is different from various magical worlds. In the high-tech world, even a small soldier can master powerful weapons through technology.

  In other magical worlds, if you want to use powerful equipment, you need to pay a lot of money, or there are prerequisites before you can use it.

  The high-tech world is different. Just like the Warhammer 40K world, the space warriors wearing power armor use powerful weapons. The key is that there are more of them.

  From what Armstrong knows, if the Warhammer 40K world turns against you, the entire planet will be destroyed.

  This is a real table-turner.

  Besides, there are also the four subspace gods who are rule gods, and they are evil gods, and there is also the fifth evil god dormant in the real universe, Old E.

  "I will never go to Nuquelia!" Armstrong shouted viciously in his heart.

  In the dark deck corridor, a dazzling light suddenly appeared, and it was unknown who used the lighting equipment so openly.

  "Everyone, come out! I saw, there is no one else here except us players."

  The voices coming from the corridor made Armstrong not sure whether to believe the people outside.

  As an internal beta player, it is almost instinctive not to trust other people casually.

  "Wow! Brother, are you using the magic in Harry Potter?"

  Someone quickly appeared outside the door to chat. This did not surprise Armstrong. After all, there were many public beta players who came in after the public beta.

  Armstrong tilted his head. The speaker must have a black accent.

  Once someone started, other players soon came out to chat, and it didn't take long for the corridor to become a bit bustling.

  Seeing this, Armstrong also walked out of the dormitory.

  Outside the corridor, a dozen players in different clothes gathered in an open space, but they were relatively scattered among themselves.

  The light source comes from an Asian man in a suit holding a wand from the world of Harry Potter.

  Next to this man was a black man. The black man was making some street gestures with his hands in a "hip-hop" way, and he didn't know what he was making.

  When Armstrong saw the black man's current appearance, he glanced at him with a frown and stopped paying too much attention to the black man. However, his disgust for the black man in his eyes was not concealed at all.

  It's just that he just came out quietly and has not yet reached an area with bright light, so few people pay attention to him.

  But when he appeared, the Asian with the wand in his hand saw Armstrong and smiled at Armstrong in a friendly manner.

  Armstrong grinned and nodded at the man.

  After waiting for a while, two more people came one after another, and no one else came out. The Asian took a candle, extinguished the magic on the wand, and lit the candle.

  Of course, the brightness of the candle cannot be compared with the lighting magic, but fortunately, no one among the dozen or so people present cared.

  "Does anyone know where this is? I'm a public beta player and don't have much experience." A tall, voluptuous white female player raised her hand and asked.

  "This should be an underground facility or some kind of factory." The hip-hop black player immediately answered, licking his lips and ogling the female player as he spoke.

  White female gamers may feel that black people who are very "hip-hop" are cool, and they look at black people with interest and admiration.

  Armstrong looked at the white female player, then at the black man, and frowned: "This is the Warhammer 40K world. This should be the hive of a certain planet..."

  Armstrong explained the situation he analyzed. When he started to explain, the white female player immediately changed her gaze and looked at Armstrong with the same admiring eyes.

  Although there was no substantive action, the look in the eyes of the white female player made Armstrong unable to help but say a lot.     Not only the white female players were listening carefully, but most of the other players were listening carefully to Armstrong's introduction.

  One of the white female players came to Armstrong's side unknowingly when Armstrong was explaining. As the two sides got closer, Armstrong realized that this woman was very tall.

  Armstrong is 1.8 meters tall, and this white female player is even taller than him, probably almost 1.9 meters tall.

  Perhaps noticing Armstrong's gaze, the white female player stopped where she was and did not continue to approach Armstrong. She just looked at him with a smile on her face and adoration in her eyes.

  When Armstrong was explaining the world of Warhammer, white female players would ask questions from time to time.

  As long as Armstrong knew about these issues, he would generously explain them one by one without any concealment.

  And during the explanation, Armstrong repeatedly emphasized the hugeness of the Warhammer 40K world and how long the timeline lasts.

  So, when the white female player asked about this mission: Nukelia survival battle.

  Armstrong shook his head regretfully and said: "I know more about the plot after 40K. This Warhammer world should still be in the Horus Heresy period of 30K. I really don't understand."

  The others all had expressions of regret on their faces, only holding the The Asian with the wand frowned slightly and looked at Armstrong, the expression on his face not changing much.

  Seeing that the explanation was almost finished, Armstrong walked towards the sexy white female player and greeted: "Let me meet you, I am Armstrong."

  "Thank you, Armstrong, a new player like me knows too little about the reincarnation game. Introduction, I may die in this dangerous world, by the way, I am Nicole." Nicole looked at Armstrong with admiration.

  The black man on the other side who had been coveting Nicole walked up to Nicole with an exaggerated limp and said, "Wow! You are Nicole and I am Nige. We are so destined, yeah! Listen, you You can call me Big Daddy. My name is authenticated by many women in the neighborhood. Do you want to know?"

  "If you want to know more, just tell me. Big Daddy is well-deserved, Nige!"

  The black man walked with an exaggerated limp. The unabashed harassment made Armstrong instantly furious.

  He was talking to Nicole, and this black man actually ignored him and came to harass the woman he liked. He couldn't stand it as long as he was a man, let alone a player with extraordinary abilities?

  Armstrong clenched his fist and stared at the black man with cold eyes. Being ignored in front of a beautiful woman could easily irritate men.

  There are many such cases among street fights.

  Therefore, before Nicole could speak, Armstrong's body was already in front of the swaying and limping black man.

  "Be polite when speaking to ladies. Didn't your parents teach you?"

  Who knew that as soon as these words came out, the black man stopped his limping steps like courtship and said directly: "Marefak! You are Are you laughing at me for not having a father? Look into my eyes and speak, Nige?"

  At the same time, the black man took out two pistols and pointed them at Armstrong.

  Armstrong clearly saw that what this beast actually took out were two special M500 revolvers, which are the most powerful pistols in mass production.

  The bullets of this gun are like small cannonballs, hitting the flesh and exploding wherever they hit.

  So when Armstrong saw clearly what kind of gun the black man was holding, the hairs on his body stood up, and his body instinctively ran away like a ghost.

  His body couldn't withstand the attack of this kind of weapon. If he was shot in the chest and abdomen, he would be declared dead directly.

  The black man did not shoot because the candlelight was not very bright. Looking at his triumphant expression, it was more scary to draw the gun, and his purpose was indeed achieved, successfully scaring Armstrong away.

  Instead of escaping elsewhere, Armstrong came directly to the Asians' side of the wand.

  As he got closer, Armstrong discovered that this man was not completely Asian, but a mixed Eurasian, but with more obvious Asian characteristics.

  "You don't care about that black man? He's harassing that lady." Armstrong said with suppressed anger.

  At this time, the black man held two M500s in his hands, jumped and limped even more excitedly, and kept getting closer to Nicole. However, Nicole had no intention of avoiding, but looked at the black man curiously and smiled.

  It was as if the black man's limp steps really attracted her, and his expression was quite interesting. This was also the reason why the black man danced so vigorously.

  The mixed-blood magician glanced at the two people, then looked at Armstrong strangely, and asked in an incomprehensible tone: "Why should I care about this kind of thing? I'm not his boss, why are you looking for me? We just hug together temporarily to keep warm. He's not a relative or friend."

  While saying this, the mixed-blood magician looked at Armstrong and frowned, "Why don't you care? You must be a beta player, don't tell me! The gun scares you. You can't even deal with a beta player who doesn't have much ability?"

  "I just..." Armstrong was about to quibble when all

  the small lights on both sides of the corridor and the lights on the top suddenly turned on. , the mixed-blood magician reacted quickly, and his body disappeared into the void in one roll.

  Although he was impressed by the magician's quick reaction, Armstrong was not slow either. He also flashed his body, causing a gust of wind and disappeared.

  The experienced players quickly hid, and after a while, only the dancing black people were left.

  He looked around dumbfounded, and for a moment he didn't know where to run. This was completely impossible before. He hid very quickly when buying for zero yuan.

  Maybe because the attention was focused on the sexy beauty Nicole just now, the black people's blood was concentrated in one place, reducing the blood supply to the brain and making it sluggish.

  After swaying left and right a few times, the black man scratched his head anxiously, but he did not put down the pistol in his hand, so the cold barrel of the M500 was pressed against the black man's head.

  The black man was stunned and put two pistols in front of his eyes. At this moment, his IQ seemed to have taken over the high ground, and he immediately calmed down.

  "Why should I run when I have a gun?" the black man said to himself.

  So instead of hiding, he turned around and leaned against the wall, secretly looking at the corridor.

  Heavy footsteps could be heard in one direction of the corridor.

  These footsteps sounded like someone was hitting the metal ground under their feet with a hammer. According to what Armstrong just said, this is the hive city, so those coming should be the hive city's defense forces.

  Under Armstrong's explanation, the defense force of the hive city is a group of local armed forces at the lowest level in the Warhammer world.

  Black people automatically understand the defense forces as tribal warlords in the African region. The kind of armed force that relies on faith shooting has little effect in such a narrow corridor.

  A black gunman who has participated in gang fights, according to his experience, in this kind of terrain, the attacker is at a disadvantage. He still has a place to hide, so he has the advantage.

  "Dong, dong, dong, dong..."

  There was a series of heavy footsteps. The black man judged that there must be a lot of people coming, at least a dozen people.

  But he didn't understand why the footsteps of these people were so heavy.

  Do they stomp their feet?

  Before the ambushed black gunman could think too much, he heard a woman's clear voice shouting: "There are cameras here, and the headquarters can see your every move. Come out! My name is Zhou Yuzhu, and I am the same as you." Likewise, I don't mean any harm. If you have anything to say, you can tell me. I am the... assistant of the owner here."

  When Zhou Yuzhu shouted, the heavy footsteps stopped.

  The black gunman looked left and right, scratched his head again with the gun, and carefully replied: "Where is the camera? Why didn't I see it?"

  There were not many accessories in the corridor, and it looked like there was no camera.

  "This is not the world you are familiar with. This is on a battleship, a very advanced battleship!" Zhou Yuzhu said speechlessly.

  (End of chapter)