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Chapter 43 The Principle of Revenge
Several Slaughter Show players met each other.
Wen Feng is indeed a native of Uptown, a sniper who got stuck because of his contract. Originally there were three people left in the squad, and two were killed in one battle. If he doesn't die, he will have to redraw in the next round. Know nothing about repairing fuel vehicles.
There is also a soldier named Lin Dong, from the L7 area, who also has his teammates dead, with a face of bitterness and hatred. He was badly hurt and couldn't help for a while.
It was Feng Dan's deputy expert appearance, preparing tools with Doug coldly.
In the summer, started to repair the car with ease. The engine of this thing is terrible. Bai Jingan dragged an engine out of the waste dump in the corner of the hall. It was actually a premium engine for the off-roader No. 7, there was nothing wrong with it, most of it was a brilliant remnant of the leaderβs main line. .
Xia Xia took a wrench and said to Doug: "Say it first, I want the car to go to the Hellfire Parking lot, you can do it yourself."
"Why are you going there?" Doug said.
Xia Xia smiled at him and said, "Find someone."
Doug looked at him with perverted eyes for a while, then turned to discuss with Feng Dan. They never talk unless necessary, but this kind of thing does need to be discussed.
Several people studied the situation anxiously, and finally decided to go on the same road with Xia.
ββIf this is really a down town, you can judge based on the situation, such as avoiding dangerous people. But this is the world of personal work. What you need to consider most is not the monsters and the situation, but the hobbies of the planners.
The planners would not like that they are now separated from Summer, which is illogical. They wouldn't like them in the same way, but they parted ways when "finding someone" in the summer, which made them look like traitors. Such people never end up badly.
There are no accidents on the Killing Show, every minute here costs a lot of money, there are a lot of plans to stare at, and occasional accidents are quickly incorporated into the story line.
At this time, they can only expect to have a star halo in the summer... even though he just killed the organizer's biochemical star. However, the star halo on the Killing Show is basically a blood halo, and you will receive special care wherever you go. At most, it is guaranteed that it will not run into a dead end and will be killed casually to increase the mortality rate.
There is no better way here, and you have no choice but to accept.
Bai Jingan rolled up his sleeves and repaired the car. In the summer, he took a wrench and went under the car. This thing needs to be adjusted.
There should be no monsters for the time being, and the planners are probably resetting his plot line.
Doug and Feng Dan were repairing another extended Jeep. While handing Feng Dan the screwdriver, he said towards Xia, "So, you really know how to cook?"
Xia Xia slid out of the car, Bai Jingan threw him a hex wrench, lowered his head and continued to play the engine. Xia Xia glanced at Doug and said, "When the show is over, you go to my house and I will cook it for you."
"Uh, I don't need it anymore." Doug said carefully, "I just saw your family interview from Sky View. The level of realism is first-rate. Speaking of toast, I don't know if you invented it."
"They gave a very thoughtful reminder screen with lace."
"So would you do it?"
"Boil noodles and fry eggs or something."
"Where did that table come from?"
"The crew brought it by themselves."
"It looks good," Doug said. "Every time the camera turns to you, you lose one bacon on your plate."
Summer ignored him.
"Then you didn't cook for Little White every day?" Doug said.
"Did you call Little White?" Summer said.
Doug wanted to remind him that this was not an exclusive title, but thinking about how Xia Xia just shot "Bai Lin" in the head, he decided to forget it.
"Okay," he said, "have you really cooked for Bai Jingan?"
"Sometimes," said Xia, "why do you ask this?"
"I'm trying to imagine the way you cook." Doug said, "to make you look less perverted."
Xia Xia got out of the car and gave Doug a white look. His face was stained with engine oil, his hair was messed up, and he looked like a skilled mechanic.
Then he jumped into the driver's seat, Bai Jingan gestured to him, and he tried to start the engine.
In any case, the two of them are masters at repairing fuel vehicles, and they quickly finished the off-road. It didn't take long before Doug's extended jeep was completed.
The white monster outside was still lingering, making a dull whistling sound, and couldn't break in for a while.
This judgment is mainly based on what has just happened, and the planning team will give them some time.
"You should sleep for a while." Bai Jingan said towards Xia Tian, ββ"We have more than ten hours to work."
They haven't had a chance to sleep since the promotion of the event, and Bai Jingan can still find a gap to doze off. In summer, they are so busy that they don't even have time to drink water. He hasn't slept for about thirty hours, and there is no refreshing medicine here.
"I'll help you stare." He said.
Summer nodded, holding the newly found gun, leaning against the window of the driver's seat, closing his eyes.
Bai Jingan turned his head to look at him. Xia Xia had some engine oil on his face. Without even thinking about it, he reached out and wiped it.
He could feel Xia Xia's body tighten instantly, and the fingers that held the gun closed, but didn't move, just opened his eyes and looked at him.
He just sat quietly by the window, asked Bai Jingan to wipe off the oil with his sleeve, and then closed his eyes.
The journey went smoothly.
Bai Jingan drove, and was in charge of shooting in the summer, and unexpectedly took two more killer show players.
As they crossed a street, they saw a tall man wearing an old gray canvas coat with a "bloody style", holding a gun in one hand and holding his abdomen in the other, walking forward step by step.
He walked slowly, but he was sure.
Xia Xia turned his head and saw that his shirt was completely stained with blood, and a one-meter-long steel bar was deeply embedded, almost piercing him through.
He obviously knew how to deal with serious injuries. He didn't pull out the weapon that nearly killed him. Summer knew this style. This person doesn't mind that he will die next, he needs time.
Xia Xia glanced at him and found that he still knew each other. His name is Eric, his profession is a fighter, and he is in zone N just like him. He had spoken at the party the other day and he was smiling happily.
After the third round, his team was still full. Now he seems to be the only one.
Bai Jingan slowed down, and Xia Xia whistled at him.
"Do you want a free ride?" he said.
The man slowly raised his head to look at him, as if he had lost his ability to react.
After a while, he opened his lower lip and said, "I'm going to the front...post office, I have to kill some people."
Xia Xia lifted his chin toward the car, indicating that he could take a ride.
The man glanced at him again, walked over in silence, and Bai Jingan stopped the car.
There was blood all over him, and he slipped a bit before climbing into the car without letting Wen Feng help him. The sniper took a few medical kits to him, thanks to the large inventory of the leaders. -
However, in Xiacheng, such things are always rough, they can stop bleeding and relieve pain, and promote cell growth-wound healing is not expected.
Eric glanced at the medical kit, made a judgment, and pulled out the steel bar.
Wen Feng, who was next to him, had a terrible expression and immediately tore off the bandage and handed it over.
Then he looked up at Xia Xia and said, "Four people, shame us."
His eyes were cold, his words were clear, and he was not prepared to explain in detail.
Xia Xia smiled at him, bent over to pick up the weapon seized on the seat, and said: "At this time, you need the Doomsday Destroyer Memorial Edition rocket launcher."
The man took it silently and collected an energy gun of the same model and two spherical bombs.
Bai Jingan stopped the car. Eric got out of the car with a bunch of weapons. The wound had stopped bleeding and probably no longer hurts, but the injury was still serious, and it was a long way from being able to kill.
He stretched out his hand towards the summer and said, "Twenty minutes."
Xia Xia reached out and shook his hand, the man turned and walked into the gloomy building, with few weapons, looking like he was gone forever.
Doug's car ran into a few mutant rats behind, shelled for a while, and then followed up, and said to Xia Tian, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xia made a gesture to him, and Wen Feng looked at it curiously. It looked like a murderous action, but it was not all.
However, a few people in the city stopped asking after seeing it, and they looked like they understood enough.
"What is that?" he asked.
"What?" Summer said.
He opened the locker, pulled out the snacks he had found in the garage and started eating.
Bai Jingan looked at the post office building for a while, moved the car back a little bit, found a safe place, and took food from the summer.
"That gesture." Wen Feng said, "What do you mean?"
Xia Xia looked at him unknownly and ate a piece of chocolate cake.
Wen Feng made the gesture again uncertainly.
"That's an action, probably..." Summer said, thinking for a while.
"The laws in the down town are unreliable and acts of revenge are common," he said.
At the same time, there was a huge explosion in the building, glass shattered everywhere, and then there was a fierce firefight.
"If anyone offends you, you have to deal with it yourself." He went on, "You decide what to pay and to what extent, because only you know what you have lost and how painful it is. Others may persuade you, But the decision is up to you.
"In Xiacheng, if we approve of this revenge, we will help free of charge. You can provide guns and intelligence, or you can follow along. After the other party solves the problem, you can return the weapon. If you can't come back, then admit."
"Like Bai Lin back then?" Wen Feng said.
"The result is a bit exaggerated, but...Yes." Xia said, "If you know what they did to you, then go get it back by yourself."
"This is like a civil contract in the city. The principle of revenge."
"You can say that."
Summer ate another piece of marshmallow, Wen Feng glanced at him, and secretly suspected that the planning team put snacks according to his taste.
He came in because of the same thing, a merciless and avenged revenge. These people brought their revenge to the upper world without any restraint.
This is understandable. After all, Shangcheng is also a place where there is no law to rely on.
Five minutes later, Eric walked back from the burning building.
He limped, half of his body was covered in blood, but with the weapon Xia Xia gave, he also seized three energy guns and a box of medical kits.
He threw things into the car, crawled in slowly, and curled up into the corner. Wen Feng looked at his injury at a loss, not sure if he would die just like that while curled up.
Xia Xia stepped on the accelerator and left this building that was burning with revenge.
In the back seat, Eric began to slowly deal with the wound, looking tired and sad. Now he was the only one left in the full team.