解开警花的裙子猛烈进入

Lake Moon Park.

Dark and brooding, this usually empty park is now filled with tension.

Yang Zheng’s eyes are fixed on the three mysterious figures in black, his face a mask of seriousness.

To his left stands a man and a woman; the woman has long flowing hair and a graceful demeanor, and if Su Nan were here, he would recognize her as Bai Mengmeng.

The man is Zheng Di, a newly promoted Player in Donglin City, who has reached Great Demon Art Perfection.

On Yang Zheng’s other side, several soldiers with guns are continuously shooting, trying to take down the figures in black.

“Where did they come from? How are they so powerful?” Bai Mengmeng’s eyes widen in surprise.

These three people in black are too strong, at least having two Types of Demon Sutra Great Perfection, or even possibly Three Types of Demon Sutra Great Perfection.

The speed is so fast, they can already dodge bullets!

“Wang Nan is a Player, but the other two are definitely not Players.”

“If they were all Players, the Ranking List would have more than just a few two-types of Demon Sutra Great Perfection.” Zheng Di quickly analyzed.

As the only two Great Demon Art Perfection Players in Donglin City, they were invited here, originally believing that their strength combined with firearms could hold their own against Wang Nan.

But they were caught off guard by the current situation.

“Stop shooting!” Yang Zheng says sternly.

The continuous gunfire has already consumed a lot of ammunition, but apart from preventing the three figures in black from getting close, it hasn’t served its purpose.

The gunfire stops, and the three figures in black not only show no fear of the guns in their hands, but instead, their eyes are filled with contempt.

Yang Zheng firmly stares at the tall figure in black and says, “Wang Nan, what do you want?”

Tonight’s operation was carefully planned by him, aiming to capture these mysterious figures in black.

Last night, several Players had died, which had already had a severe impact on Donglin City, and as the city’s leader, he couldn’t pretend as if nothing had happened.

The tall figure in black responds, “I’ve already told Captain Yang what I want; all you have to do is help me find that bracelet, and we’ll leave Donglin City immediately.”

Yang Zheng angrily says, “I don’t care about what you’re looking for, but randomly killing Players is a serious violation of the law.”

“Law?” The tall figure in black sneers, “What is the law? Just a tool for you lowly people to control this world.”

“To me, fists are the law!”

The tall figure in black looks at Yang Zheng and the others with disdain in his eyes.

At this, Yang Zheng shakes with anger, but there’s nothing he can do.

The tall figure in black continues, “Originally, as long as you cooperated obediently, there wouldn’t be any problems. But now that you’re seeking your own doom, don’t blame me.”

With a murderous glint in his eyes, the tall figure in black takes a step towards them.

In his eyes, Yang Zheng and the others are just ants, and now these ants want to deal with him, which is unbearable.

Yang Zheng’s face darkens, and a sense of crisis rises in his heart. Just as he’s about to order the gunfire to continue, a man’s voice calls out.

From afar, on a stone-paved path, a handsome young man approaches.

“Old A, it’s been a while, and you’re still the same.”

“You? I didn’t expect you to come too!” When he sees the young man, Old A’s eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Halt! Who are you?” Several soldiers point their guns at the young man, questioning him.

The young man smiles at Yang Zheng, “Captain Yang, don’t worry. My name is

Jiang Wen, and I’m here to assist you.”

Yang Zheng’s expression shifts, as if suddenly realizing something, “You’re with the Night Patrol?”

As the leader of Donglin City, Yang Zheng knows some hidden secrets, including this organization called the Night Patrol.

The Night Patrol is also an official department established after the game’s public beta test.

Its members are all very mysterious, with no one knowing their origins, as if they appeared out of thin air.

Night Patrol? What department is that? Bai Mengmeng and Zheng Di exchange glances, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Jiang Wen looks at the tall figure in black, “You’ve been deceived by him, he’s not Wang Nan.”

“Not Wang Nan?”

Bai Mengmeng and Zheng Di are stunned, but Yang Zheng’s eyes light up.

Actually, the first time he saw this figure in black addressed as Old A, he suspected that he was not Wang Nan.

In his opinion, the man who had rescued him from the figure in black’s hands that day was more like Wang Nan.

“If he’s not Wang Nan, then who is he?” Zheng Di can’t help but ask.

Jiang Wen looks at Old A and the others, “To be more precise, they’re not even Players!”

“Not Players?”

Yang Zheng, Bai Mengmeng, and Zheng Di exchange glances, their hearts shocked, but not too surprised.

Actually, they had thought of the possibility moments before because there weren’t many Players in the Ranking List with two-types of Demon Sutra Great Perfection, so how could three just conveniently appear here.

However, the question arises – if the figure in black isn’t a Player, then isn’t Jiang Wen not a Player either?

Bai Mengmeng can’t help but ask, “If they’re not Players, how do they obtain the powers from the game?”

Jiang Wen mysteriously smiles, “It’s because they’re not from this world!”

Not from this world?

Now, not only Bai Mengmeng and Zheng Di but even Yang Zheng is greatly shaken.

“How could that be? Are they people from the Demon World?”

Their faces filled with astonishment and uncertainty, their gazes onto the three figures in black are now filled with curiosity..