I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats

"Here, take it, see if you can shoot me."

Mu Rufeng said, tossing the gun over, Wang Xin hastily tried to catch it.

Unfortunately, with poor motor skills, he didn't catch it—it fell to the ground.

Wang Xin immediately picked up the gun and, without a word, emptied the magazine at Mu Rufeng.

Wang Luo, fearing he might be hit, quickly entered the interrogation room to avoid getting injured.

Mu Rufeng saw the incoming bullets, his hands turning into a blur, catching all the bullets.

Well, to be honest, Wang Xin's marksmanship was terrible; out of more than twenty bullets, not a single one hit Mu Rufeng.

Precisely because of this, Mu Rufeng managed to catch the bullets that went astray.

"Clatter～～!"

Mu Rufeng spread his hands, bullets scattered all over the ground with a crisp sound.

"Wang Xin, your shooting needs more practice. I've been standing here, and you didn't hit me once. If it weren't for my quick hands, all these bullets would have hit the walls." Mu Rufeng said with a smile.

"You you you～～!" Wang Xin was immediately a bit flustered.

She threw the gun to the ground, then rushed over to Mu Rufeng, directly grabbing his arm and biting down hard.

Mu Rufeng saw this but didn't care, letting her bite.

Then Wang Xin was so angry, she started to tear up.

No matter how hard she pulled and tore, Mu Rufeng still smiled, with not a scratch on his hand.

Just a shallow teeth mark and some shiny saliva.

"Are you done venting yet? See that black-armored man inside there? Your task now is to take him out." Mu Rufeng pointed at the black-armored man inside the interrogation room, who was on the brink of death.

"Hmph." Wang Xin snorted coldly, wiped her tears and saliva, and strode into the interrogation room.

"Ten-thousand-year-old Demon, this guy's wearing armor, how am I supposed to kill him?" Wang Xin asked Wang Luo.

"He's heavily injured, and you're not strong enough. Just use a hand grenade." Wang Luo said, taking a grenade out of his pocket.

"Pull the pin out of this, then throw it at the feet of that black-armored man, and I'll take you out afterward." Wang Luo said.

This interrogation room is made of special materials, so a small grenade can't destroy it.

"Alright." Wang Xin nodded, took the grenade, and without hesitation, pulled the pin out, then turned around as if she was going to throw it at Mu Rufeng.

However, Mu Rufeng was indifferent; it's just a grenade, which has no effect on him now.

Hu Lili was scared half to death, even screamed aloud.

"Wang Xin, don't scare me, I'm almost getting a heart attack because of you." Hu Lili hid behind Mu Rufeng.

"Boring." Wang Xin shrugged and tossed the grenade at the black-armored man's feet.

Then Wang Luo immediately pulled Wang Xin out of the room and closed the door.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

The room seemed to shake a bit, but that was it, not even the one-way glass was damaged.

"Here, throw another one, he's not dead yet." Wang Luo pulled out another grenade and handed it to Wang Xin.

"How do you know he's not dead?" Wang Xin asked, slightly puzzled.

"I sensed it." Wang Luo replied.

"Oh." Wang Xin promptly pulled the pin out, and Wang Luo timely opened the door.

A grenade was thrown inside, rolling to the feet of the black-armored man.

Then Wang Luo closed the door again.

Several seconds later, another booming sound exploded inside the room.

This time, before Wang Luo could speak, Wang Xin's face already showed a look of surprise.

"It's working, it's working, I feel my strength is recovering." Wang Xin sensed the power within her.

Finding her strength appeared without any backlash, her mood greatly improved.

This meant that at this moment, Wang Xin could freely use her ability, and her body had returned to the state of a healthy person.

"Alright, without further delay, quickly find those black-armored men; I believe they're still brewing some conspiracy." Mu Rufeng said.

"Well said, they're hiding too well. We haven't found a single clue, hopefully it's not what I think it is." Wang Luo said slowly.

Mu Rufeng glanced at Wang Luo without speaking; he knew Wang Luo's thinking was the same as his own.

Most likely, those black-armored men were hiding abroad.

Hiding abroad, they really couldn't do anything because it's beyond their reach, because it's foreign land.

Abroad, there were also transmigrators.

And abroad, firearms were even more rampant, even easier to obtain.

Wang Xin seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation; although still very hostile to Mu Rufeng, she didn't resist her work.

Soon, paper and pen appeared in front of Wang Xin.

Wang Xin quickly began drawing.

Before she had gotten the freezing disease, Wang Xin was an art student with excellent professional grades.

Unfortunately, after contracting the freezing disease, her hands couldn't hold a pen; she ended up drawing with her right leg.

Now her body was healthy again, and after a bit of adjustment, she regained her old feeling.

Soon, the black-armored man appeared on the blank paper.

Lifting her hand over the black-armored man, Wang Xin closed her eyes slightly, and a unique force surged within her.

After more than ten seconds, Wang Xin opened her eyes and said, "In Dragon Country, there are eighteen black-armored men, but they're all dead."