Elite Infected, Eighty for the Sledgehammer!

Lin Xia pulled the Ejection Spear from the archer's body. Only then did he feel the stinging pain in his own.

He had finally killed the man, but he had taken two arrows during the chase.

There was no time to collect the spoils. He was worried the noise of the fight might draw other players.

"Good thing I killed almost all the Infected around here earlier. Otherwise, this could've gone badly."

He switched off his Headlamp, ducked into a nearby room, and began tending his wounds.

He took out the Healing Bandage he had found earlier and drank a Recovery Drink.

Other supplies might have been scarce in this hospital, but its medical items worked well.

Lin Xia was pleased. In an apocalypse, medical supplies were always important.

With their help, his wounds soon began to heal. He was still weak from the Healing Injection he had taken earlier and from losing so much blood.

But his life was no longer in danger.

A smile touched his lips. There had been a few surprises, but things had worked out. At last, he could check his spoils.

"Let's hope this guy had something worth taking!"

During the fight, Lin Xia had noticed the sizable pack on the archer's back.

He switched on his Headlamp, left the room, and looked toward the archer.

His smile froze. Disbelief filled his eyes.

"Wait, where's the pack? Where's my pack? And the weapon?"

The archer's pack was gone. So was the bow that had fallen to the floor.

Lin Xia realized what had happened.

He quickly stepped back into the room, scanning his surroundings.

There's another player here! Where is he? Why didn't I hear a thing? Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

While he searched for the enemy hiding in the darkness,

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