My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 438 - 152. Sir Murphy’s First Little Fan_2

Chapter 438: 152. Sir Murphy’s First Little Fan_2

In that instant, the vampire chosen as the target understood.

Damn the Black Iron Trial!

Had he actually been chosen as the target for the Black Iron Trial by a Blood Servant?

What a disgrace!

Damn it... don’t you dare look down on me!

She cursed with vulgar vampire curses, planning to fly higher away, but below Little Wei Ming, in no hurry, pulled out a shotgun from his bag and aimed it.

The first bullet tore through the Blood Wings, forcing the target to descend again.

"Ah!"

The indignant female vampire darted in front of Little Wei Ming when she landed, planning to grab this Blood Servant as a hostage. She pressed a bullet and rushed forward, grabbing Little Wei Ming’s wrist.

But the dwarf didn’t struggle, instead, he lunged into her arms, both guns in his hands firing at once, one up and one down.

The scorching bullet not only pierced her chin but also her foot, again slowing her down. Still, Little Wei Ming was bitten by the vampire on the neck.

"!!!"

The female vampire had planned to absorb fresh blood in this manner to heal her wounds.

But the moment it entered her mouth, it felt odd.

Something’s off about this taste!

This Blood Servant doesn’t have any real blood in his body. Why does it all taste like Spiritual Energy when I bite down?

Is it a summoned creature?

"Hee, figured it out yet? Too late!"

Little Wei Ming, despite the pain, ridiculed in a trembling voice, looking at his dangerous health bar at this almost zero distance, decided to fight it out.

With the guns pressed against the vampire’s high chest, after firing five times in a row, the Midnight loved one’s chest exploded in a painful scream, throwing her violently, causing her to tumble several times in the air before crashing into the ground.

The vampire herself also collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Taking into account the one before, a total of six vampire requiems were shot into the heart. With such an injury condition, let alone an elite of her Black Iron Rank, even a silver rank vampire would have to kneel!

That’s an alchemist-made bullet. If you smell it carefully, there’s even a strange aroma of wine on it...

Is this crazy Blood Servant not afraid of death?

A normal person in that situation would have begged for mercy, right?

"Fuck!"

Upon seeing this, Sister Pomegranate immediately sprung her three-clawed fist blade, ready to step in and help. She saw Little Wei Ming not able to get up, obviously due to exhaustion. But as soon as she got started, she was restrained by Orchid and Lumina.

"If you go now, she’ll hate you for life..."

Orchid whispered,

"This is her battle, don’t interfere!"

"There’s no need to go to this extent."

Sister Pomegranate anxiously said,

"If she keeps messing around like this, her pain sensor will accumulate and force a disconnection, even if she lowers her Perception to its lowest, won’t it still be a failure?"

"Others might disconnect, but she won’t!"

Lumina, with regret and helplessness, explained,

"Little Wei Ming’s damaged nerves have long numbed...This crazy girl even takes this into account, I have to admit, she’s smarter than me."

"Ha, ha..."

Struggling on the ground, trying to get up, was the Woman Sword Saint of Reed Name.

But her depleted strength made it difficult for her to do so. It seemed like two scenes, the game and reality were simultaneously appearing in her sights. It was not an illusion since she saw the disconnection warning flashing on her game helmet’s interface.

She needed to stabilize her spirits before the countdown ended!

She was panting, lying on the ground feeling the unnaturally real chill of the surface. The scene in front of her eyes seemed to hallucinate as her spirit link became unstable.

"Muscular atrophy lateral sclerosis... also known as ALS, I’m sorry, ma’am, sir, this isn’t something I can handle."

"But she’s only 15..."

"That’s the only silver lining, this early detection means some advanced treatment can still do wonders for her, I can recommend a few..."

"Can she still ride a horse after this?"

"Uh, she’d better not, technically if she’s well-preserved, she can still move freely with limited mobility assisted by a wheelchair or crutches, but after 30 maybe..."

"Please, you have to cure her! She is our only daughter, money is not a problem! Doctor, please contact..."

Endless chattering and eavesdropping in Little Wei Ming’s ears.

It took her back to eight years ago when she had pretended to sleep in her room but was actually eavesdropping on the family doctor’s conversation with her parents in the living room.

That was when she first learned of her real condition.

Sigh, she couldn’t ride horses anymore, and couldn’t shoot targets anymore either.

"Smack"

Little Wei Ming’s foot slammed hard on the ground, the pain in her toes freeing her from the illusion. She then shook her head to clear her mind, propped herself shakily on her dusty hands, and wheezed looking ahead.

The female vampire was walking towards her, clutching her blasted open chest.

Like a dying prey attempting to thrust its fangs into the wounded hunter’s neck, to turn the tables triumphantly and declare the unshakeable law of nature.

Like the sudden drop of malice in fate, proving to ordinary people how unshakeable such disasters could be.

Just like the day her world collapsed,

"Chao!"

Little Wei Ming struggled to stretch forward, grabbing the fallen handgun in front of her.

It’s a beautiful gun.

Red patterns artistically spread over the carefully crafted gun body, probably only a breed as annoyingly idle as vampires would put so many fanciful touches on a weapon. She loved it at first sight.