Real Cheat Online

Watch their movements over the scope attached to the rifle from the gap between the unwrought assembled wood and steel.

Three shadows with a lowly grin slowly approaching us. I guess black men and white men of good stature are addicted to any sport or martial arts. It's a good attitude inside and how your body moves. Well, it's less than fart compared to Soichiro.

"Damn, Nadine bastard, I said designate a place like this as a rally point. It's hard to walk. '

A good black man from Gatai zeroes his stupidity while stepping on exposed wood. That's a pretty short-tempered personality.

'Well, don't say that. We talked about the low risk that Japanese players would find us here. Anyway, I need to do it as discreetly as possible.'

'I know that, but...'

Hmm... From what I've heard, does it feel like Nagin is behind this or Blaine? And those three power relationships were also seen by white men as leaders.

"You just have to clear up plenty of this stress from now on, plenty."

You said you were a white man, Beck. If you can't wait that long, I'll pick you up here.

- But my welcome's a little rough.

And around the corner where they plugged into the exit of the scrap yard, the welcome ceremony for my production opened.

'... Huh?

A skinny black man staring out the exit. Leaking out of his mouth are his feelings about the inexplicable phenomenon and the red effects.

Eventually, hopelessness erupts from his mouth when he understands that the cause is due to having his chest skewered by iron pipes that have popped out of the ground on all sides.

'Wow, wow, wow!? What the fuck? Oh, my God!

It's a trap. Shit.

"Jesus, hurry up and recover! He's piercing the steeple, or he'll die!

Geese is a black player who is safe. Beck, you stretch your face, but you skip directions to him desperately trying to stay calm. Skewered players can't move because they have their bodies pierced with each hand. Now surely one of the two remaining will have no choice but to recover.

But it's too late. There's no time for you guys to settle down.

I took the healing pills out of the item box. To you, Jess, I give you my next gift.

"Jolder, help now -"

That's all I said, I tried to sprinkle a healing pill, Jeez. On your neck, a thin wire eats in and hangs him into the universe.

"- Guh, guh."

You scratch your neck without knowing why, Jess. [M]

Normally, this will also kill the neck bone, but the boulder game. You're both still alive. But the three of them are already panicking. If we don't give him a gap to rebuild, it's an easier mission than hunting rabbits.

"Jolder!? Jeez!? '

Remaining white player Beck, you scream two names out of control... but no, this is...

It is clear that the situation is already embedded during the enemy's surgery. If it's here and you have time to scream your buddy's name out of the way, you should choose to either get off the spot or rescue two people as soon as possible, even a second.

"Well, it doesn't make a difference which way you choose to die."

Whimpering like that over the scope, slowly pull the trigger on your index finger. And my peeping scope showed your crippled look at Beck with a rifle bullet in his lower jaw.

"No, no, no, no, no!?

All right, it was an experimental stage rifle, but it's not very practical. Instead of being able to shoot a sniper rifle that can only be used for a shooting position, I've tried to devise one with gum tape on a regular rifle... if it's about 50 meters, it's pretty good.

"Ro, Ro Ko Oh!? He's here. Ugh!?

Beck's scream, which plunges him into a semi-frequent, reaches the eardrum directly rather than the movement of his lips over the scope. But your mouth moves in English, and you sound like you're watching a blowjob movie saying it's Japanese. I guess this is also due to an automatic translation device...... I honestly don't need it. Let Yukiko tell you how to disarm it later.

"Beck... to, run -"

With that in mind, Jo, the first black player to skewer, managed to scatter as you zeroed the light.

Always adjusted the position of the waste material so that one person would go through it, and stabbed it from all directions to the steeple on top of it, so well, you will. Although I was lucky to be able to seal both arms.

Now, let that half frenzy go and do the hangman first.

With that in mind, a black man who earlier regained his calm removed the cleavage predicament with a dagger of the wire floating over his head.

Hmm, I didn't know you'd be tongue-in-cheek before prey... I really faded too - no, you didn't. Now I'm garbage dealer A. Clean up all the raw garbage in front of you. No tongues or shit in front of the garbage.

"Well, let's go."

Honestly, it just wasn't enough to do it unilaterally from a distance like this. I thought if I could do it, I could do it directly with this hand.

Come on.

"Let's start garbage disposal."

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"Beck, are you all right!?

'Ah, ah. He got hit in the jaw, but he recovered enough to talk. HP is about 20% shredded. More than that, Jess.'

'Oh, we imitate each other like this... sounds like there's a guy with some pretty high trap skills. I can't believe it doesn't even take my search to be a hunter. But have you run out of seeds? "

'They'll probably come after us. But it's convenient. If you're good at distance and I'm a fistfighter, I can handle it. "

"I'll shoot you out with this arrow the minute you show up."

"Oh, please - here we are!

You confirmed my appearance, Beck. You yell out loud. Geese, who receives that voice, is pointing a sharp kill and arrow at us.

"Ha, you idiot, show up from the front in grandeur"

That's them, they're pure. There's something about this while you get hit by that trap. I didn't expect you to go through the atmosphere of grandeur. Awesome positive thinking. I don't want to be an apprentice.

- I'm not dying!

Flew in with those words were killer and flame-wrapped arrows. In a straight orbit that doesn't make you feel any air resistance, it flies between my brows.

"Good arm."

Strength enters the muscles that unwittingly hoist your cheeks. After all, it has to be like this.

I shrugged as I pulled the trigger with the rifle I raised in my left hand forward.

Shortly afterwards, make sure the flying arrow hits the invisible wall and bounce. Fly.

To that look, Jess, you said, "What!?" Raise your voice. No, what I actually hear is Japanese, but my brain played that reverse.

"-Ba, stupid!? I can't believe I shot down an arrow with a rifle... there's no way I can do that!

No, no, no, it's not a good decision, Mr. Geese. In fact, you must have seen it, where you do it. Well, sure, my profession is good at tricks like that, but at least there's nothing small about my fighting style as an individual.

And subtract one.

Pulling the trigger twice as it was without lowering the rifle that protruded forward, you let your knees bounce and dive straight to the ground.

"I expose myself to opponents with more shooting weapons than I do, and I don't move. It's like you're asking me to kill you."

In my words, Jeez, you swell up the capillaries in your head and peel your eyes wide.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Beast Claw Arrow!

When he hurriedly rises from the spot, three arrows are ejected from the erected bow.

Obviously upside down, but the moves put out are boulder arts. Amateurs accomplish with excitement the movement of masters that would otherwise be accomplished on a sharpened spirit. On the contrary, three arrows are simultaneously arcing and flying in from a bow that should have been pulled only once.

"Hmm, art"

The moves in this world are truly beautiful. Amateurs perfectly reproduce the movements that only masters would be able to achieve in the real world. All that or even a phenomenon that is impossible in real life can happen. It's a truly wonderful and interesting world. I can't help but be obsessed with Soichiro.

But it's not enough.

Shoot down the front of the arrow flying from the three sides in the same way earlier with a rifle.

And you, Jess,

"You idiot!

Two arrows approaching arc from left to right. Jeez, your eyes will show me getting pierced by it.

But...

"He says it's not enough"

Grab the arrows flying from left to right and say to him straight away.

In spite of all the talk he had just made about the way it was, he pampered his mouth and stopped saying anything.

"Hmm, I guess it's over"

Beautiful indeed. Beautiful, but that's all. Not terrible. I think the moves of actually releasing three arrows at the same time are amazing, but if I tell you, three bows and arrows just loom at the same time. This thirst, then, will not satisfy the hunger.

"- Then"

I'm standing up to you, Jess. I'll try my best to approach you. If he had the original calm, he would have intercepted and towed with bows and arrows in the meantime. But I was so relieved that I couldn't even do that, I approached him, and I kicked him in the right upper-row.

"Let it be!

Between them was you, Beck, who was blown in the mandible by the first blow. He's taking my kick with his good upper arm. It's like someone else messed up until a while ago. Did something switch on?

"Hey, Jeez, you're not bluffing!

"Oh, oh... sorry"

I take that, and the color returns to your eyes, Jess.

That's nice.

"We have to!

To you, Beck, who got me a fight, I stick my right fist out to my throat, also to say thank you. but beck, you plug your left hand in so that it flows off the track.

What's the move now... if it's not the original ability, is it some kind of constantly activated skill? Yukiko told me that there is such a thing in the easy to acquire skills of players who do specialize in melee warfare.

Good, then I don't know about this.

It makes me happy and releases my fists in a row. But even then, Beck, you were brilliant. That's great, that's great. But not only prevent it, but also attack it. Show me more of your power!

"Dj, Jesus, I need backup! This guy's a pretty good fighter. I can't move around wearing this heavy armor, I can't believe I'm trying to prevent it!

Hearing that word, the flames of my fighting spirit are rapidly quenching fire.

What... was I?

Then we're done.

"I don't need you."

Grab my hand in reverse trying to pay off my left fist and keep your wrists, elbows, and shoulder joints at their finest.

"Agi!?

It won't actually hurt that much. But for as much as I'm moving it with the same feeling as the real body, I imagine the pain and I get a gap. Nor did he leak into the example. If it was Soichiro who got this, he'd blow my head off while I was holding my arm up. Even in real life.

Okay, then.

"Goodbye."

When a silver light flashes on his neck muscle showing a gap, my face-glazed red effect splashes amazingly. You probably haven't even noticed it was cut with a knife. That face says, "Huh?" The expression was depicted.

But I said goodbye. So goodbye, Mr. Beck.

Stick a knife in his heart, and spin it. Soul song.

"- Flame vortex"

He would never have heard the song until the end. A few flames from within him burned thoroughly out of his body, releasing its turbidity from the holes: eyes, nose, mouth and hole.

"... Shit... Hiu..."

As he transformed from protein to charcoal, he emitted light as it was and collapsed from his feet.

"Well, you're the only one left"

To my gaze, to my words, the only black player left of the hunter can make his body tremble in small pieces like a freshman goat. The only difference with a goat is that this one isn't cute at all.

"Hey, what the... you piece of shit, who are you!?

Hmm, you too. Players confronted with me don't generally talk about this line.

"How could a fistfighter... do magic"

Why do young people who play this game judge people by their appearance alone?

I don't have a choice. Let me also tell this young man that the information he sees is not all he has.

"I'm not a boxer, I'm..."

When you take a giant axe out of the item box and hoist it heavenly high, you give him the souvenir of the underworld.

"A magician."

"Liar Yeah - Hiya!?

They told me I was lying again. Why?