When You Become an NPC That Might Die Any Moment in the Novice Village

Thwack.

Guido slapped the person in front of him so hard he flew away.

His face was exceedingly ugly, and Julia had been lucky to see through Bai Fu's trickery; otherwise, if Guido had really been scared away, the Chairman would've undoubtedly made him pay dearly afterward.

"Stop, everyone stop, whoever dares to run I'll kill!"

Guido bellowed with rage.

Under his command, some semblance of order was finally restored at the chaotic Bagaros Base.

"We're at the base, with plenty of ammo, traps, and knowledge of the terrain – what's there to be scared of? You lot go kill those brash bastards storming in. I'll handle Bai Fu!"

Julia said, "I'll provide you with protection, and I'll take care of those from the Genetic Primordial."

Guido nodded, reassured by Julia's words.

He turned and rushed to the control room to pinpoint Bai Fu's current location, and was taken aback by what he saw on almost every monitored screen – the very people he had called 'brash bastards' were slaughtering their men!

These bastards might lack organization and discipline, but their ferocity was nearly unheard of.

Don't even talk to me about CQB, CQC, tactical maneuvers, team coordination... In our players' eyes, all that's just like tribal rituals. Just go shouting "FBI open the door," "Boarding," "Attack," "The Truth is dead, it's Bai Fu's turn." Fill up the Courage Value to the max, then kick down any door, shoot anyone you encounter, and trample over any traps. If that doesn't kill you cowards, then it's a loss for us players!

Indeed, not many can withstand the players' mad dog-style of fighting.

When the players first rushed in with just a pistol or two, they were manageable. But once they picked up the weapons dropped by the Truth Society, their terror level spiked once more.

"Die, die all of you!"

A player snatched up a flying Hand Grenade, screamed, and lunged toward the barricade ahead. Following a thunderous explosion, he and four members of the Truth Society were sent flying into the sky.

The next second, the other players didn't pause to mourn his death; they excitedly picked up the dropped equipment from the ground and continued their assault.

"Ha ha, I've been eyeing that assault rifle he just picked up."

"Come on, that was the gun I had my sights on."

"Don't you know what 'first come, first served' means?"

Guido felt a vein popping in his forehead.

He noticed the morale of those he had called back was crumbling again, but luckily the Chairman had sent Julia this time, preventing a demoralizing defeat.

Guido quickly located Bai Fu who was sweeping through the rooms, then locked the control room door and charged toward where Bai Fu was.

Bai Fu, just you wait!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Special Agents trailing behind Bai Fu were already becoming numb.

They wanted to do something, but after witnessing the combat style of both Bai Fu and the players, they found themselves helpless.

Charge forward recklessly like the players?

They didn't have the guts.

Provide covering fire from behind for the players?

Most times they barely aimed before the players had already dashed to the next target.

Help Bai Fu?

Bai Fu was even more ruthless, like a War God incarnate. Players might still dodge shots, but Bai Fu didn't bother hiding at all; her strategy was to kick the doors, draw fire, then let An Ya spray bullets from behind.

How could they, the Elite Agents, become so cumbersome in a blitz attack?

A mix of shock and a deep sense of defeat intermingled, and Xu Hong suddenly felt maybe he was just getting old.

+1000, +1000, +1000...

Bai Fu continuously harvested lives, the Experience Value gains seemingly never stopped.

This went on until the players at the vanguard suddenly halted.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"What's the stop for?"

Those trailing couldn't brake in time, they crashed into the players in front, and people tumbled over in a mess.

Once they lifted their heads, they were astonished to find a familiar face before them.

Ice-blue hair, ice-blue eyebrows, long legs, mountains rising and waves crashing...

Wasn't this the same Big Boss who had wreaked havoc at the Abandoned Cooling Factory and had controlled Bai Fu for a while?

Except for a few players like Patrick and those devoted to Fufu, most here hadn't seen Julia with their own eyes, but Bai Fu was so popular that relevant videos were ubiquitous in the Community, so they recognized Julia in an instant – the one who had caused much trouble for Bai Fu.

Realizing it was Julia, they quickly associated her with her abilities.

"Retreat, retreat!"

And retreat, it was too late for that.

A glint flashed in Julia's eyes and the players in front of her were instantly inflicted with a [Spirit Master] status, then uncontrollably turned to attack the other players.

"It's over, it's all over!"

Panic began to spread as more and more players noticed Julia.

How bugged Julia's ability to control players was well-known to them—if this went on, the situation would quickly evolve into Bai Fu and the Special Agents fighting against two hundred people.

Although Bai Fu had a special status, it was unlikely for her to win against so many.

Was the Task going to end in failure?

To consider an even worse scenario, Bai Fu might even die here.

"Don't worry about us; cover Fufu's retreat!"

"Scram!"

Patrick was the first to turn tail and run, ready to warn Bai Fu, but when he got close, he realized that Bai Fu had already been cornered by Guido.