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Chapter 108: The Bone God of War
Bai Jingan was sitting in the fourth car he changed after fleeing, and the car stopped at a corner of the underground highway in the third satellite city.
This is a black van-which is more convenient to commit crimes-is the same model as the previous one, like a corpse lying in a dark corner. The light of passing car lights flashes by, and the body reflects dim light. .
There are more than a dozen portable terminals in the carriage, which Bai Jingan dragged out of the warehouse when he left the toy city.
He was sitting in the back of the car, surrounded by floating screens, constantly flashing, squeezing the dark space densely, as if there was a world in a van, waiting to expand outward.
Bai Jingan looked at him blankly, the light reflected in his eyes, without a trace of warmth.
In the largest screen on his right, the floating city under the satellite is illuminated, and the areas where the satellite has no surveillance rights are marked with red, orange and yellow levels.
There are many such hidden places in the upper city, a small part of which is because of sensitive business information, and most of them are playgrounds for the powerful.
The main screen on the other side is a dirty wine-red color, on which is the large-scale query and analysis data of the classified circulation route of "dangerous luxury goods" in the upper city.
In it, he saw countless prisons, chains, aphrodisiacs, instruments of torture, and information about living people for sale that were described with cryptic and interesting words.
Bai Jingan had a terrible headache, and red spots were always flashing before his eyes, making the whole world dyed a dark red.
He still has the illusion that summer is somewhere behind him, and he is also inquiring about data. He will call him "Little White" at any time, saying that he is hungry and they should go to eat something. It's time for dinner now. ?
But he was not there, Bai Jingan thought, staring at the bloody data before him. In the sewers of the prosperous upper city, endless material desire and emptiness flowed, and countless bloody corpses were screaming and corrupting. He must find a pattern.
Summer is inside. He is the most luxurious prey, using the most high-end customization.
On the big screen, a large red icon flashed east of the Third Satellite City, reflecting his eyes dark red. It's still too big, Bai Jingan thought, he didn't have time to make more precise positioning.
But it doesn't matter, summer is just fine.
He could destroy any place.
This cage has no door.
It was like a huge red cavern that was completely natural. Summer was sure they had a place to go in and out, but he couldn't find it.
"As you all know," said the narrator, "The banquet is an elegant and bloody event-what we share is a personality with a strong personality and willpower, which will inevitably be bloody, but it is also the most extreme. delicious--"
When summer raised his head, the gold and silver metal decorative cages were embedded above the room, reflecting the dim light, as if a blood-red night outside the cage.
He also saw the stained glass decorations in the dark, inlaid with scenes of torture and eating, he was sure that the colored pieces embedded in it were not glass, and there would not be any sharp objects that he could move.
He couldn't find any weapons that could be used. There was nothing that could kill people, nor could he commit suicide.
"In the end, he will become a plaything willing to obey, lose his will, and be shameless. He will do whatever we ask him to do. He can kill highly mutant creatures without hesitation, and he will naturally beg for mercy. "," the narrator said, "and treat it as the greatest joy in life."
When he talked, the light above the cage always hit Xia Xia. It was a kind of orange-yellow light with a sacred style, following his every move to illuminate the details.
"Your Lord of War, why don't we relax." The narrator said suddenly, and Xia Tian realized that he was talking to himself.
The man said, "Come and play a game for us. We know that you like to play games. You have refreshed the highest score of the three killing show team competition platform."
At this moment, the wall on the right hand side flashed, and a large screen lit up.
Xia Xia turned his head to look, what appeared was not a bloody scene, but the beginning of a certain game.
The production of the game is very exquisite and elegant. At first glance, it looks like you are entering a classical-style corridor. After a tour, you stop on the main page-a mahogany screen carved with fruits, flowers, and birds. Irregular square pattern.
The music is also very particular, full of classical temperament.
A fucking red-haired cartoon man holding a banner, began to say the rules of the game with a sharp and cheerful voice.
Summer knows this kind of game, it's very simple to tap the cubes.
"Very simple." The narrator said, "You just need to reach out and click, and the sensor will capture the movement. We know you are good at playing games, and we like the way you play games on the sofa on the show. It looks very happy. .
"But the fun of the game is winning or losing, that is, if you fail, you have to accept punishment."
Xia Xia turned her head and didn't even glance at the game.
He searched the room to see if there was anything that could help—probably not—and continued to figure out what to do next. There is no possibility, but his nature is so that even if he is about to die, he will find a way out at the last second.
The organizer is probably used to this set of non-cooperative behavior. The music of the video game rang unhurriedly for a while, and the cubes began to fall.
Summer knows this trick.
First, set a rule, which seems simple and friendly, but a lie. This is an unwinnable game. The purpose of existence is to make you fail.
Because you are too stupid, too slow to respond, too obedient or too disobedient, they don't like the way you smile. You can't even do the most basic things, and punishment is a matter of course.
He looked at the coagulated blood red in the cage, decorated with luxurious gold, silver and black. This was a perverted execution ground. They just wanted to crush him and eat him. That was all.
He doesn't want to play.
He will die here, but he will die according to his own rules.
There was a rush of drumming urging him in the game, and he didn't even look at it in summer.
After the first square hit the bottom, two seconds later, a huge force hit him.
It felt like all the blood boiled in an instant, not a certain part, but an unbearable pain in every part of the hair. A tyrannical dark flame burned in the body and grabbed it. Everything is burned into powder in extreme heat.
Xia Xia lay on the floor and it took him a long time to regain consciousness. He got up, blood was constantly flowing from his nostrils. He wiped it, and he felt itchy cheeks and bleeding from ears.
He heard the unhurried voice of the narration, and said: "This is one of the oldest ways to tame beasts, electric shock—"
Xia Xia was trembling all over, her eyes were blood red, and the whole world was screaming. He squeezed his fist, unable to hold it at all, his body looked like it wasn't his.
For a moment he wanted to escape to the bed, the sheets looked insulated...but realized it wouldn't work. Here, they can torture him whatever they want. This is the cage built for torture.
At this moment, he saw a flash of light on the opposite side...what he saw made him wince.
A window opened in the "cage", which should be a display screen, but it looks very real.
It's a banquet and you can see the sea in the distance. The people inside are well-dressed, wearing half-masks of gods or demons, with weird designs and exquisite abilities.
Some people were holding wine glasses and food on the table. Everyone was watching him with interest, watching him fall to the ground, shaking and bleeding.
The narrator said: "A lot of future'masters' are waiting, the moment your Lord of War voluntarily perform——"
Summer fell back to the ground, curled up, waiting for the next torture.
Outside of the guest show, all the media are discussing martial law in the western district of the main city.
The rumors of the guest show have long since been confirmed. Although the power show of this kind used to make noise, but it is all small-scale-in the upper city, it should not be too much to blow up a bridge or destroy a house. Degree of discussion.
But this time is different. The entire Western District—and half of the Northern District—has been under martial law for five hours. The central government was directly requisitioned, and the schedules of a large number of residents were changed to let the powerful and powerful engage in hunting.
Guest show. Distorted, fishy and curious guest show.
There is still summer. The God of War in the upper city, at the top of the attention, brings together countless worships, longings and dreams.
It is simply the fuel of a whole Yingkong Lake plus a fire.
——What is the guest show? What happened to summer? Are those powerful and powerful hunting their god of war?
Those rich people always have everything they want. Now, are they going to put God of War on the dinner plate?
Satellite images can be seen everywhere on the TV, and the whole prosperous area was turned into a huge hole by them, like an abyss.
That kind of horror comes from nature rather than humans. No one can win this kind of battle, and you will feel desperate looking at it.
On the screen beside Bai Jingan is the filtered information of the media. Three hours after the war, the media exhausted all their power to release virtual videos of the "last battle".
-They do have the skills, satellites, camera buffers and virtual imaging-basically the same as in reality.
Within three hours, this tragic and decisive battle appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Bai Jingan's hands collecting information stopped, his eyes stopped on the car that rushed out of the cliff-like highway. In the virtual camera, the steel bars of the railing run through Xia Xia's body. He is bloodied and nailed to the seat, looking fragile and quiet. He looked at the nothingness ahead, and the sunlight seemed to converge in his eyes.
Before this nightmare-like ruin, their gods fought to the last moment.
Xia Xia was finally dragged to the rack.
The lines of his body were pulled to the extreme. The golden and black "snakes" crawled slowly on him, and the pig iron torture buckled his body. He seemed to be the luxury of a top abuse club.
As the favorite tool of the rich and powerful, the "snake" is a high-precision hose. Nowadays, the simulation technology is advancing by leaps and bounds. The operator of the "snake" can even feel the subtle touch of the snake when it entangles or kills its prey. Little Minkov stated in the profile, "They wish they would grow tentacles."
Snake teeth bit into his carotid artery deeply. Summer didn't know what the medicine was inside. It worked slowly. The blood in the body began to boil from the deepest point. The pain was so extreme that he couldn't even call it.
At the same time, a few snakes leaned in from the hem of his clothes and lifted up the clothes, scraping the sensitive parts with their sharp open scales.
His legs were stretched very open, the snakes were constantly tightening, relaxing and rubbing, his hands and feet remained stretched, unable to curl up, the light hitting him became stronger and he was forced to Show all the painful details on this terrible stage, every muscle spasm.
Xia Xia thought to herself that he must look terrible now, like a porno... he probably is acting porn.
"No matter how fierce beasts are, they have to suffer before they can learn to teach." The narrator whispered softly.
"But at the same time it is also a very enjoyable job. In this cage and stage where the technology and aesthetics of the era are combined, I see such a beautiful and truly artistic destruction process—"
Xia Xia's hair was soaked with sweat from the pain, and he struggled with all his strength, but the back of his head hit the torture frame hard, and the thing stuck him tightly, unable to move a little bit.
He heard his irrepressible whimper, with a crying voice, so fragile. He was never like this, he was the stronger one, always had a gun in his hand, and survived the battlefield. He knows how harsh the world is, he has adapted to it, and he never cry.
He thought of Bai Jingan...it hurts, Little White, he thought, how could it hurt so much.
When the punishment was over, Xia Tian fell directly from the torture frame.
He looked like he was fished out of the water, and he couldn't do it with his fingers. The hose retreated, but it was still wrapped around the torture, like a hungry viper, staring at him, a golden one still entwined. His ankles rubbed slowly, unwilling to give up the prey.
"Well, it seems that Lord Ares doesn't want to play games." The narrator said.
"Your future'masters' don't want to see you in such pain. Summer, what you are asked to do is very simple, you just need to tell us..." He said, "Do you hurt, summer?"
In summer, curled up on the carpet, a burst of cough broke out, every time the bone head was removed.
The voice asked again: "You only need to say a word to end, do you hurt, summer?"
Xia huddled up smaller and said nothing.
Then he heard the narration and laughed.
It was a gloomy, twisted and excited smile from the heart.
He said: "Your Lord Ares has very hard bones."