The Infinitely Fusion of Everyday World

The man in sportswear didn't care about being scolded by Da Mu. When he saw that Da Mu had finished talking to Boss Wan, he also said, "Hehe, big brother, you are indeed much stronger than the sorcerer. Not only is he inferior to you this time, he was also defeated by that guy called Ghost Shadow. Hahaha."

Then the man in sportswear continued to say some unbearable words, which were full of derogatory remarks and curses against the sorcerer.

"Okay, Xiaowen, let's talk business first." Boss Wan had obviously finished reading the things. As soon as he opened his mouth, he stopped the mumbling man in sportswear. When he was called Xiaowen, he immediately shut up, as quiet as if it was someone else who was noisy just now.

Then Boss Wan looked at the man who had been silent until now, and asked calmly: "Zhao, based on the information I just sent you, how is your analysis?"

Boss Wan's tone was quite calm, not the calmness of a mountain collapsing in front of him, but the indifference of being indifferent to everything. The coldness in his tone made people fearful and obedient.

"First, we don't know how strong the natives of this world are yet, so for now, we should stay hidden while Da Mu and I investigate the situation. Second, I suggest that we split into two teams. As for whether we should split up for a long time and a long distance, or a short time and a short distance, we can make arrangements after we announce our positions for the first time and finish the first task. Third, if we split up successfully, I..."

At this moment, all the reincarnations received the message, and the first announcement of their locations began.

Zhao glanced at the map and continued, "Our numbers or names are not published on the map. There are only dots of different colors and sizes to distinguish between the targets, related personnel, and irrelevant people."

"So after Da Mu and I have tried the waters of this world, if there is no problem, I will blend in with the other reincarnations and try to gather and divide them, making it easier for Boss Wan to take action."

"There is one more thing. There is no doubt that you three, Boss Wan, are the strongest. But there are a few people who need to pay attention. Qu Ning is classified as a person related to the three targets. Anna Badillo and the Flying Guillotine are also related to the two. The system will not do meaningless things, so the strength of these three people is probably not bad."

"Then you two should just go ahead and do it." Boss Wan remained motionless and continued to instruct, "Xiao Wen, go to the restaurant for a midnight snack and bring some non-toxic dishes."

"Yes, big brother." Xiao Wen laughed, revealing his fangs.

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Seven people were standing scattered in a dilapidated warehouse.

Judging from their wary expressions, they probably didn't know each other. After a long while, a middle-aged man in a suit spoke first: "If nothing unexpected happens, the seven of us should be the weakest. Since the system has brought us together, it should give us a chance to cooperate and survive. Do you want to cooperate?"

After the man spoke, no one agreed, but it was obvious that a few people were interested. But at this time, a man with yellow hair and dressed like a gangster said, "Cooperation? I think we should split up and run away quickly. If we run away separately, some of us should survive. After all, being weak means little benefit. They won't waste time to kill us one by one. It will be more dangerous if they gather together."

Before the middle-aged man could refute, a woman spoke out a series of information:

"Boss Wan Lei Wan, a team of four, D-level Reincarnator number 23."

"Witch, lone traveler, D-class reincarnation, number 38."

"Ghost, should be the 28th or 33rd who is hiding his identity."

"The Guillotine, the Lone Walker, the 88th D-class Reincarnator."

"Anna Badillo, Bloody Rose, Lone Walker, 91st D-Class Reincarnator."

"Ishii Jun, Flash Strikers, Lone Wanderer, D-rank Reincarnator number 156."

"Do I need to go on? The weakest person among the relevant personnel is ranked 673rd in the intelligence of Guangwen Building. Cooperation? If we gather together, let alone the first people, any two or three of the ones at the back can wipe us out, and they may not suffer too much loss."

As the woman spoke a long paragraph of information, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "Forget it, let's run separately. I will run to the east later, you can do whatever you want."

So the seven of them each said a direction and started walking towards the only exit.

But at this moment, the yellow-haired gangster walking in front suddenly pounced forward, and at the same time three bombs were thrown at the crowd behind him.

Seeing this, some people lay down, some retreated, and a few quickly raised their shields or used some props.

One of the bombs exploded in the air, creating a large cloud of smoke that quickly spread over half of the warehouse.

The other two burst out green liquid that stained everyone, and even in the smoke a dim fluorescence could be seen.

Another gunshot rang out, and the only light source in the warehouse, the headlight, was also broken. From then on, in the darkness, only the ground and the liquid on the six people's bodies were shining.

The six people reacted quickly and immediately discovered the situation. They ran around aimlessly, tearing off their clothes, or taking out coats from the storage space to cover themselves.

But before all the fluorescent light disappeared, the yellow-haired thug fired more than a dozen shots, and then threw two bombs. Amid the screams and explosions, he counted aloud: "One dead, two dead, three dead..."

"There are only three left. Oh, another one just died."

Just as Huangmao was counting, several bombs and hidden weapons flew towards his original position and the source of the sound, but seemed to have no effect.

"Haha, it's useless. Come out and stop hiding. I will..."

Halfway through the conversation, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in the warehouse. The survivors immediately rolled over, trying to avoid the yellow-haired man's pursuit.

But after a few shots, Huang Mao said again: "Another one is dead, there are only two of us left."

The yellow-haired man spoke slowly, looking at the man who was cautiously and slowly shrinking in the dark. He had another bomb in his hand because he found that the bullets did not seem to have any effect on the man's movements. His eyes had been modified a long time ago and were not afraid of strong light. Night vision was also a basic function. Although he could only see the general outline in the smoke, it was enough.

Huangmao pulled the ring and was about to throw the bomb. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, veins popped out, and he was about to put the bomb into his mouth. Although Huangmao seemed to break free at the last moment, it was too late.

"Oh!"

After a loud bang, the yellow-haired man died, and the figure he saw also fell down. However, one of the "corpses" stood up. It was the man in the suit just now. His suit had several big holes in it, and the body exposed through the holes was as skinny as a mummy.

He coughed a few times with great effort, and his face looked very bad. Although he was captured by a wizard in the last world and transformed into a half-undead creature, he was not afraid of ordinary bullets, but it was obvious that the yellow-haired man's bullets were also some special items, and he was seriously injured after a few shots. He could only take advantage of the gap between the explosions, fall to the ground and pretend to be dead, and manipulate a corpse. Fortunately, he successfully misled the yellow-haired man. Then he found the right opportunity and used the spell of "manipulating humans". Although he could only barely manipulate it for two or three seconds, it was successful in one fell swoop.

"Let's see if there are any other reincarnations coming."

The uncle called out the map in his mind and found that the red and blue dots were far away from him, so he was about to breathe a sigh of relief. But suddenly his face changed drastically, and two test tubes appeared in his hands and were about to collide with each other.

But it was too late now, a fireball bigger than a human head hit his back. Then several sword lights flashed, and his arms fell down at shoulder level.

The middle-aged man wailed unwillingly, but his remaining stamina was about to run out.

He tried hard to turn around and look, but found that the man opposite him was someone he had never seen before. He had blond hair and black eyes, and an elegant posture. He swung the rapier in his hand into a sword flower, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes fixed elsewhere, not paying any attention to his struggle at all.