Chapter 1275: Advance Game 66

Chapter 1275 Promotion Game 66

These players were particularly confused when they received the order.

This is good, why do we have to retreat.

Until someone made a voice in the middle, "Hey old class, why did you hit me?"

The player turned around and looked at his companion who was attacking him, suppressing his unhappiness. Can you joke at this time? And this hand strength is too heavy.

Just as he was glaring at his companion, his companion's voice suddenly came from behind, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did I hit you?"

One in the front, one in the back, two old classes? !

Just when he was surprised, he suddenly found that the number of people around him had increased.

I don't know when it started, everyone became two. When people find people who look exactly like themselves, they are extremely shocked. After careful observation and comparison, all the details are exactly the same.

Yan Senbo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted and ran towards the players who hadn't reacted yet.

This seems to be a signal.

While the players were retreating, the duplicants moved. They attacked the nearest people around them, and the originally orderly team suddenly became chaotic.

The skills and habits of these replicants are exactly the same as those of real people, and they are no weaker than the real masters in fighting.

The most important thing is that players can no longer tell who is the enemy and who is the friend, but these replicants can clearly know who is their own.

The players are particularly passive, for example, they only know the identity of the other party after being beaten, "Ah! Old Wang, you fake old Wang!"

Either after fighting for a long time, I realized that the other party is actually the same as myself, so I quickly shouted, "Zhang Tong, I am also a player!"

Not only is it difficult for them to find their teammates, but these doubles will also pretend to be players and confuse the public.

"Zhang Xincheng, why are you standing there? Why don't you help me?"

"Don't believe me, I am the real one!"

Facing the two identical people in front of him, Zhang Xincheng frowned tightly.

"Old Zhang, we were discussing this round of games together last night."

One of them was the first to talk about the details of the two of them getting along alone, making Zhang Xincheng believe that he was the real one.

It's him!

Zhang Xincheng heard the words and attacked the other Yan Senbo.

Yan Senbo behind him showed a triumphant smile when he saw this. At this moment, Zhang Xincheng suddenly turned around and punched him hard.

Yan Senbo's entire head was shifted behind. His face was sunken, his eyeballs were protruding, he didn't bleed, and he didn't die immediately, which was extremely strange.

This is fake.

It is difficult to distinguish Yan Senbo from the real one, but he knows the fake Zhang Xincheng.

Fake Yan Senbo asked himself to help just now, obviously knowing which of the two of them is real and who is fake, and when he made the move just now, False Zhang Xincheng didn't stop him, obviously waiting for the two of them to really kill each other.

There are only two of them, of course it is easy to determine, but the others cannot.

Someone accidentally took the wrong substitute and was suddenly attacked.

Someone has been attacked by a double too many times, ready to beat him regardless of whether he is a double or not.

The substitute on the field attacks the players, and the players attack the players.

By the end, the concept of organization no longer exists. All who come near them are enemies!

Blood splattered, screams everywhere, they were all red-eyed. Originally a team of hundreds of people, the number of surviving members dropped sharply.

Yan Senbo and Zhang Xincheng looked not far away, the player standing there alone is the controller of the whole incident!

S-level players who have been besieged for so long, did not expect to encounter such a difficult target.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time rushed towards the S-rank player not far away.

(end of this chapter)

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