pjbooks Chapter 227 A Trap Within a Trap: Who is the Prey?!
Chapter 227 A Trap Within a Trap: Who is the Prey?!
Wang Fugui felt like his heart was pounding against the wall.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Each muffled thud made his brain go numb.
He huddled on the second floor of a partially collapsed residential building, his large body squeezed behind a collapsed load-bearing wall. He only dared to use one eye to stare intently at the marching procession below through the gaps in the twisted steel bars.
two.
In the team, there were two Zhao Hus who looked exactly alike!
One of them was definitely an ordinary person.
That casual posture with his hands in his pockets, that occasional sly smile on his face—even if he were wearing Zhao Hu's fierce and menacing skin, Wang Fugui would still recognize him even if he turned to ashes.
The other one, the real Zhao Hu, looked like a wronged little wife, silently following Fan Zi while holding a giant tower shield that was completely disproportionate to his physique.
Wang Fugui's mind was a complete mess.
What is Fanzi doing?
At the entrance plaza, the tense atmosphere between him and the golden gorilla named Thor was palpable, like gunpowder even from a hundred meters away.
How come the art style changed drastically after entering the game? My mortal enemies suddenly became my lackeys who fawned over me?
He could see clearly that Fan Zi, who was playing "Zhao Hu," was smiling broadly and leaning close to Thor, his mouth almost never stopping. His obsequious manner made even his brother feel ashamed.
A surge of anger welled up in Wang Fugui's chest, neither rising nor falling.
Is this still the same Fanzi he knew?
Chen Yifan, who manipulated thousands of test takers with a flick of his finger in the college entrance examination scenario?
Chen Yifan, who could still calmly bargain with Mu Wanqing, who had a queen-like aura, in the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.
"wrong!"
Wang Fugui pinched his thigh hard, the sharp pain forcibly dispelling the confusion in his mind.
Fan Zi did it on purpose!
He knew in his heart that the blond guy named Thor was unfathomably strong. Just by standing there, the aura he exuded made this professional shield warrior feel suffocated.
His level is too low compared to Fanzi's; a direct confrontation would be like an egg hitting a rock.
So... he chose to go into hiding.
Feigned surrender, feigned compliance!
He was acting, waiting for an opportunity to tear the other person's throat open from the inside in an instant!
Having figured this out, Wang Fugui's breathing suddenly became heavy.
No, he has to go help.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when he froze, his body stiffening as he prepared to stand up.
A cold question extinguished all his impulses.
How can I help?
Even though everyone on the opposing team was injured, the remaining members were all ruthless characters with fierce eyes.
Wang Fugui may be tough and thick-skinned, but he's not stupid.
If only one person rushes in, let alone help, he probably won't even be able to withstand a single round of concentrated fire before being chopped into mincemeat.
In the end, instead of helping, it will completely expose Fanzi's disguise and ruin his entire plan!
Wang Fugui paced anxiously in circles, clenching and unclenching his large, fan-like hands, his fingernails digging into his palms, using the pain to force himself to calm down.
calm down!
As Fanzi said, it is precisely in times like these that one must not act impulsively.
A brain is always more effective than a fist.
Fanzi is so clever, he must have a backup plan. What I need to do now is not to rush in and die, but to become a pawn in his game.
A card... that can turn the tables at the most crucial moment!
Wang Fugui's gaze returned to the departing group, the anxiety in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by a wolf-like calmness and decisiveness.
He took a deep breath and shrank his massive body even deeper into the shadows.
Then, he took a bottle of medicine out of his backpack.
Colorless and odorless.
[Stalker's Potion (Grade B)]
I bought it with my pocket money at the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's internal store before setting off, and I felt a pang of regret for a while.
In retrospect, it was well worth the money.
Without the slightest hesitation, he unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it all in one gulp.
A cool, warm current slid into his stomach, and ripples spread across his body. His entire body, along with his equipment, quickly became transparent, blending into the surrounding ruins.
He lowered his center of gravity, dragging his bulky body in stealth mode, and silently followed in the direction the group had gone.
He wants to be a hunter.
Lurk, track, wait.
Waiting for the moment when Fanzi sends the signal.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Lin Xiaoyu opened her eyes.
The scene before me was one of desolate ruins, the air thick with the chilling scent of rust and dust.
The teleportation has ended.
There was no one around.
Wang Fugui was not there, nor was Mu Wanqing.
They were forcibly separated.
After a brief moment of disappointment, Lin Xiaoyu quickly regained her composure.
Instead of running around, she immediately slipped behind a broken wall, leaned against the cold surface, and closed her eyes.
The mind sinks into the depths of the soul.
[Completely compatible with plants].
An invisible and intangible spiritual force, centered on her body, spread out like a giant net, covering the entire ruins.
The moss in the corner became her eyes.
The wild grass growing in the cracks of the ground became her ears.
The tangled plant roots buried deep beneath the cement became her extended nerves.
In an instant, her perspective changed.
She is no longer human, but an omnipresent observer in these ruins.
Her mental energy was drained by nearly a third in an instant, and her face grew even paler.
But the intelligence they gained in return was invaluable.
She "saw" a South American team, painted with oil paint, three kilometers away, hunting a mutated burrowing spider the size of an armored vehicle in a bloody manner.
She "saw" atop a skyscraper, a ghostly lone wolf speeding through the concrete jungle, his twin blades flashing like lightning, reaping the twisted void aberrations.
Then, she "saw" Wang Fugui.
The usually honest and kind-hearted fat man was now displaying a sharpness completely out of character for his size, like a seasoned hunter, silently following a group.
The leader of that team was none other than Thor.
What truly made Lin Xiaoyu's heart skip a beat was the two identical people in Thor's team.
"Brother Fan..."
In an instant, she came to the exact same conclusion as Wang Fugui.
Fan Ge is faking it.
He infiltrated the strongest enemy team!
What does he want to do?
support!
This thought is instinctive.
However, just as she was about to cut off her senses and head to Wang Fugui's location.
A sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through her sensory network!
It was not physical damage.
It's murderous intent!
Cold, viscous, and undisguised, it coiled around her like a poisonous vine along her sensory network!
Lin Xiaoyu's consciousness switched instantly.
Less than a kilometer away from where Thor's team was heading, a group of figures lurked in the shadows amidst the ruins of collapsed houses, blending into the environment.
The man in the lead was dressed in a black Japanese samurai outfit and had a strange chonmage hairstyle.
He knelt at the highest point of the ruins, his eyes closed, with a long, narrow katana lying across his knees.
That knife was alive.
The blade was shrouded in a visible crimson mist, emitting a nauseating bloody light.
Onizuka Ryuichi!
The Japanese swordsman in the information had his arm severed and was supposed to withdraw from the competition!
Not only did he not withdraw from the competition, he also showed up here!
Look at their positions, look at their posture...
Lin Xiaoyu's blood was almost frozen.
This was not a chance encounter.
This was a meticulously planned ambush!
And Fan Ge was in that team that was completely unaware of this and was gradually walking into the trap.
Once engaged in battle, that demonic Japanese swordsman will surely unleash his most lethal strike.
At that time, Fan Ge, who was at the center of the vortex...
No!
Lin Xiaoyu's instinct was to rush over immediately and warn Chen Yifan at all costs.
But the moment that thought arose, she extinguished it herself.
If we rush over rashly, will it instantly expose Brother Fan's disguise?
Will it disrupt all his plans?
In the past, Chen Yifan would plan everything for her in every dangerous situation, and she only needed to carry it out.
Now, she has to make the decision herself.
Lin Xiaoyu closed her eyes.
The wind from the ruins billowed her white dress, like a lonely yet resilient flower blooming in the apocalypse.
When she opened her eyes again, all hesitation had faded away, leaving only a rock-solid determination in those clear, cold eyes.
Brother Fan has his backup plan.
Rushing in by yourself would only become his biggest weakness.
However, someone has to deal with the dagger hanging over Onizuka Ryuichi!
She glanced at the distance between them and quickly calculated it in her mind.
At their speed, they should be within the ambush zone in about twenty minutes.
twenty minutes.
enough.
Lin Xiaoyu made her choice.
She instantly severed 99% of her sensory network.
Only a single, most concealed mental thread remained, locking onto Wang Fugui's location to ensure that Fan Ge's general movements could be tracked.
Then, she disappeared into the darkness behind her.
She did not go to meet up with Wang Fugui.
Instead, they sped off in the direction of Onizuka Ryuichi and his group.