novelraw Chapter 60 Red and Green Cocktails
Chapter 60 Red and Green Cocktails
"No... he didn't break the rules. The drinks were all served. From that moment on, he shed his identity as a bartender and could certainly become an assassin."
"Who else could that bartender be? Besides serving cocktails, he also has the mission of giving us clues about the treasure room. How could he leave before completing his mission?"
"Just like this murderous feast, the living can play the dead, and the dead can act as the living. Perhaps the one constantly twirling the cocktail tray... is the real bartender?"
"he……"
"He can certainly tell us which room is the real treasure room."
The conversation between the group stopped in an instant. The bartender in the mandarin jacket had already killed three people near the bar. He had driven an ice pick into their hearts, used a ladle to whip off their limbs, and smashed their brains to pieces with a pestle!
Blue Wine Wave's only killer is him, but he is a real war machine. Ordinary Tier 1 players can't last more than a few rounds against him, let alone those who have just experienced the burning of oil and fire!
"We can't wait any longer, everyone's dying!"
Iron Cover spoke in a deep, gruff voice, and at the same time took a step forward to meet the puppet first. His hands transformed into clusters of gun muzzles under the interlocking mechanism, and fired a heat source cannon at the bartender's face!
The bartender's head fell backward under the force of the fireworks and the impact, the human skin covering it burned off, revealing the wooden doll's head underneath, with eyeballs made of thread staring intently at the iron cover.
But this did not destroy the bartender's ability to move. Instead, his hands extended like a spider, and he used the ice pick and ladle to slash at the joints of the iron cover, clearly trying to disable his ability to move!
"snort!"
The iron-clad eyeballs darted around, crimson dots dancing wildly in the dim light. He could see the movement of the arthropod-like hands, which reached out without hesitation to grab at an empty space!
"Bang!"
Two wooden whips landed precisely in his hands, while a large amount of fuel poured into his arms, transforming into high-temperature cannons that erupted from his palms! They burned off the bartender's hands and tore them off!
"That's powerful... but it's still no match for me!" He roared, raising his hands, which hadn't cooled down yet, again, ready to strike down on the bartender who was about to turn around!
...But he suddenly staggered.
This wasn't due to the iron shield failing him; rather, the wooden planks beneath his feet had already cracked extensively, and they broke apart like wafers after just two steps. The foot he stepped out was swallowed whole by the floor!
So here's the question: where in a house is the dustiest place...? The corners that no one ever cleans or pays attention to, the hollow spaces under the floor where the dust can be measured in centimeters!
Dust threads quickly gathered, densely climbing up the legs of the iron shield, their silvery ends piercing into flesh and blood, intertwining and tangling within the body, bringing almost excruciating pain and constriction!
The assassins attracted by the first three drinks were still effective in the later waves? Iron Cover muttered to himself, rolling to the right as he took off, to avoid a counterattack from the candlelight and the bartender.
But it was too late. Behind the iron shield, the fragile floor was suddenly smashed open by two wooden limbs! The bartender's legs, like his arms, could extend and had already been buried in the ground from the start!
The most powerful pestle was on his legs. Taking advantage of the moment when the iron shield tried to run away, he aimed at his back and rammed straight into him, about to make a big hole in his chest!
"..."
"...Who told you to charge ahead all by yourself?"
Jiang Yu's sigh came from beside the iron enclosure. She gracefully passed by, her hands already withdrawing from the bartender's body, the tattered pieces of his clothes now enslaved by her.
As she twirled her fingers, fibers transformed into threads that connected to the bartender's legs, and she suddenly pulled them away! The frantically struggling legs were now pinned to the ground!
Before the iron shield could react, and before the other assassins could make a move, Fang Jin's steaming figure had already passed over them and twisted the bartender's head off with one hand!
Fang Jin pressed down on the puppet's head with both hands, squeezing it so hard that it burst open. Two blue balls of thread fell into his hands and were instantly burned to dust by the high temperature of his palms.
"Click-clack..."
Five minutes, just the right amount of time.
"..."
"Are you a player from the high-level martial arts faction?"
Iron Shield looked at Fang Jin with some astonishment, while a strong sense of shame and anger welled up inside him. When Fang Jin killed the clown by falling from the sky earlier, he could still explain it away as luck and reflexes.
But now the latter has broken the puppet's body so easily. This is something that even he himself couldn't do in the first encounter. Could it be that Fang Jin has surpassed me in terms of destruction and mobility?
Is this even under the premise that he was drunk?
"..."
Fang Jin had no time to answer his question. The fourth round had ended, and none of them had drunk the fifth cup of wine yet. At this moment, everyone's mouths were filled with a bitter taste, which was getting stronger and stronger!
Fang Jin immediately picked up the green cocktail, but he hesitated for a moment before drinking it, because as he picked up the glass, a lot of foam appeared on the surface of the drink due to the vigorous movement!
...Looking at it this way, it looks even more like a biochemical agent. He was worried that before he could even swallow the wine, the liquid would have already corroded into his chin and leaked out through the hole.
But drinking was a must, otherwise everyone would be trapped in this tavern. Fang Jin closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and poured the dark green liquid directly down his throat, swallowing it with a gulp!
"..."
"not bad?"
The moment he had that thought, the green cocktail was surprisingly refreshing, but his body suddenly collapsed uncontrollably, and he fell into a deep sleep!
Fang Jin then understood why the last two red and green cocktails were dangerous. Although the first four drinks were strong, at least she could still instinctively endure them after drinking them, but these two were definitely not.
They will inevitably get drunk after drinking, regardless of their alcohol tolerance. This is a rule of this themed room. Those who drink the last two drinks will lose all their responsiveness!
Fang Jin also figured out the timing: the green cocktail meant one minute, while the red one most likely meant a forced unconsciousness for five minutes. In this situation, with assassins lurking all around, [she was in a precarious position].
Players lose control of their bodies for several minutes, which is almost certainly a death sentence. Other teammates must guard the corpse until the game ends!
"That's fucking insidious..."
Before completely losing consciousness, Fang Jin muttered these words to himself. At the same time, he saw the bar table shatter completely, from which dozens of bartender puppets with dark green pupils emerged and charged towards the crowd with knives!
...They were the killers of the fifth wave.