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Chapter 64 First Kill Prize
At this moment, there were a few applause sounds not far away. People stepped aside, and the lawyer in charge, Mr. Anger, walked over, with a kind face that reminds people of his starry image.
"It's really nice to see such young talents," he said, "both have a thorough understanding of the intention of this event, but also have first-class action capabilities."
He smiled and said: "Here, I would like to take the opportunity to say that even if you let go of your hands and feet, we provide unlimited medical care, drinks and clothing to take care of you, and become everyone's omnipresent backing."
He smiled kindly towards the summer, "I will send you some new clothes over."
Xia Xia glanced at her dress and found that the hem had been cut by a knife. He smiled brightly at him: "The delivery is the same."
"It's guaranteed to be exactly the same." The other party said, smiling very kindly at him. You can often see this kind of smile after becoming a star.
Then Mr. Anger put down his wine glass and scanned the others.
"In order to show the encouragement for young talents to actively participate in the activities, we also specially set up a valuable first kill reward for the first person to do it." He said.
Summer raised his eyebrows, the conversation in the banquet hall quickly disappeared, and everyone was staring at the supervisor.
The reward for the first kill, it hasn't appeared in many years.
The other party beckoned, and a man in a crisp black uniform walked over, looking like a housekeeper in a big house, with a very decent look. He held an equally dark metal box in his hand, its shape was like a monster's egg, and its cautious posture seemed to be holding some treasure of a town house.
He opened the box, and the crimson velvet inside looked like a handful of dark blood at first glance, and something lying in it was a shadow in the blood.
The lawyer in charge picked it up and smiled at the crowd.
Xia Xia vaguely felt like a black sword hilt... At this moment, a dark dagger appeared out of thin air in the hands of the lawyer in charge.
Some unknown material did not know when to cover the back of his hand, like a dark river... Then Xia realized that he would think so because it was indeed flowing.
High-end nano materials.
With a wave of the opponent's dagger, the action is swift and sharp, very handsome as a champion team fighter. The blade stretched violently during this swing, as if something in the air formed the blade for no reason, it turned into a long sword.
He waved it again, and the black flowed, and a black arc flashed past, and the thing turned into a black whip.
Everyone stared at him when he was in the room, unable to look away from the display of this series of weapons.
In summer, his eyes shine brightly. God knows how the current weapon manufacturers can make this kind of thing. He can see it at a glance. This is by no means 3D printing. All its forms are hand-designed and professionally optimized. It is now the pinnacle of individual weapons, and the price is top-notch. It has just been launched without a semicolon.
From the professional point of view of a killing show star, this thing is definitely a killer, and some of its functions are worthy of a small army.
He can almost hear the audience searching around on the terminal for what it is. Entering the fourth round, he started advertising before he got on the island, and now finally there is a beautiful large-scale advertising display.
"Of course," Mr. Anger said, "I disabled most of the functions of the weapon. This is a game of inheritance rights. Everyone needs to show their talents, strategies and strength. The best stage for display is a stage that is well matched." Some of the functions of the'Beast of the Last Days' are so powerful that when you are in the last days, it is enough to kill the Quartet without carrying anything."
——This sentence is definitely an advertisement.
He solemnly handed over the weapon to Xia Xia-Xia felt that this scene must be highlighted in front of all terminals in the world-in its original form, this thing looked like a wolf, very stylized. The eyes of beasts are like black holes that can swallow everything.
At that moment, relevant information appeared on the contact lens automatically. The operation is not difficult, but it requires a certain degree of proficiency. Xia Xia decides to get to know this stuff right now.
The nano material covers the palm, warm and gentle, like holding the thinnest gauze in the upper city, but with the weight of death.
Raising his hand in summer, it grows under his palm, more and more, as if it is reproducing rapidly. A huge gun appeared in his hand, almost as high as him, heavy and huge, full of metal and destructive energy flow, cold and scorching texture, murderous, it was a copy of his weapon in the temple.
The gun grows so slowly that the whole scene is fantastic. Unlike the lawyer in charge, Xia Xia is enthusiastic about researching his new weapon, but the murderousness between his gestures is as solid as an entity. Although he knows that the current firearms function is disabled, everyone around him-except for his teammates-is still away from him. A lap far away.
Xia Xia reluctantly tossed, the lawyer in charge thoughtfully made time for him to show it, then looked up at the others, and said: "Also, I need to remind you that you should find weapons other than the knife as soon as possible. The night here is not safe... …"
At this moment, a man not far away let out a scream, fell to the ground, clutching his neck, and blood kept flowing out. Another man stood beside him, holding a bloody fork.
Everyone here knew him, Qi Qing, a member of the previous championship team.
He is not tall and has a baby face. At this moment, he looked at the lawyer innocently and said, "Is there a reward for the second kill?"
Xia Xia loved his first kill prize-in the words of Eric, "You must be sorry that it can't give birth to a baby for you."
He was a little delirious with excitement, and wanted to try to kill someone, but Bai Jingan was not going to stop him.
The blade of this thing can even be adjusted to a single element-but it is disabled, otherwise it would be too scary-and the same unopened firearm function. With this thing, you can enter any doomsday game, and you will be able to meet the gods and kill the gods and the Buddhas.
Bai Jingan didn't know how much energy it took to make such a weapon, and only in the upper world would it take such a huge amount of energy to create such a thing that looks like a work of art and can empty a building in one minute. The food problem in Xiacheng has not been solved yet, and their technology has advanced by leaps and bounds in the case of individual killings, and it is unstoppable.
"I don't remember when the last killing show had the first kill award." Eric said.
"The third round of the 195th." Bai Jingan said.
When they were talking, they were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the four-person suite. There was a small bar and no weapons, but provided various daily killing supplies such as knives and forks.
"Are they really going to make this kind of stuff all over the city?" Eric said.
——This problem is also understandable. This year, the number of homicides in Uptown has reached a new high, and the merchants are happily taking out such things and selling them everywhere.
"It won't reach the level of'all over the city'," Wei Xi said, with a dozen screens hovering in front of him. "Not many people can afford it."
While was speaking, the night outside the window became darker and darker here than outside.
It is said that the fourth round of the game is not a full studio, but in fact it is only technological progress, rather than any detailed laissez-faire. All the astronomical phenomena here are still under the full control of the planning team, which is a huge and precise cage, staged a bloody drama.
Bai Jingan glanced at Xia Tian. The man was focusing on the function of the weapon and looked relaxed.
He was dragging a screen to help Wei Xi, but he couldn't help but pay a little attention to him, although he sat there with a good weapon, nothing would happen.
Eric continued: "As long as someone buys it, the price will come down soon. Even if it doesn't come down...the copycat version will appear soon."
"But my marshmallow is still unique." Summer said.
——This is the name he gave him as a reward for the first kill. The lawyer in charge tried to persuade him to change one, but he was firm.
"Let's stop worrying about weapon manufacturers for now and return to the topic of tactics." Eric said, "We are ghost cards. Are we too popular now?"
"Giving us ghost cards is to see the limelight." Bai Jingan said, "We have no better way other than being tough."
He turned his head to look at the summer when he was caressing the new weapon, and said: "Who does the second group want to kill?"
The second group was delivered to the door.
They came to spy on that night, probably because the summer's first kill prize was too attractive. Eric stuffed the blade part of the juicer from one of the faces and pressed the start button. The scene was terrible.
Xia Xia killed another, and the rest was dispersed in horror.
That night, Wei Xi finally entered the garden's monitoring network-according to the statistics, there are 1,173, most of which are distributed in the building, while the garden is a dark unknown area.
And among the countless small screens, they saw some terrible things.
Many of the shots are almost pure black, these are the edges of the building, facing the garden. Maybe because of the angle, the picture has a sense of horror, the whole forest has no light at all, there is a strong ominous and unknown. And there is no camera inside the garden.
For a moment, they saw something flashing by in the dark and couldn't see it clearly, but they didn't act like humans.
They exchanged glances and gathered all the outward cameras in one place. Not far from their rear window, there is a hidden river with tall reeds. Under the faint light from the curtains, you can see someone dragged into the grass, only a pair of feet... …At that moment, the thing dragging it flashed by, and was quite taboo about light. They only saw a pale shadow, acting like a beast, but in some places it was more like...human.
Several people were silent for a long time. Obviously, this was the killer of the third game-a threat from the depths of darkness.
Regardless of what the guy wanted to do when he went out in the middle of the night, his skills were not good enough. He was caught by something highly mutated in the dark and dragged into the garden.
Even though it was just a glimpse, Bai Jingan was sure that he had never seen this kind of thing in the relevant illustration book. It seemed that it was a new product of the TV station.
He remembered that the presiding lawyer had also said that the night was not peaceful here, but it was interrupted, and he did not mean to emphasize it again.
He turned his head to look at the camera screen group, there is no camera at a farther angle, there must be many such places outside.
But he also knew that even so, there would still be many people outside. Danger never stops people like them.
Bai Jingan had a dream that night.
He dreamed of Bai Lin.
Although he must have seen him, he can't remember at all. Even in his dreams, he is like a still picture.
He stood on the street in the lower city, holding a gun, looking down at the corpse at his feet. He was wearing a crude white T-shirt, gray loose serge trousers, and the street lamp was very bright, shining on him like stage light, a seemingly crude but grand and deadly stage.
The T-shirt is attached to the body, and outlines the slightly green lines of the young man. This body is still growing, with slender hands and feet, energetic and extremely dangerous. The light shines on his clothes and skin, reflecting, making him feel Glowing.
His facial features still have the childishness of a young man, but they are sharp and steep. There is no ambiguity in the whole body. He has decided to grow up since he was born.
But the part of his color that belonged to humans faded under the strong light, and he stood in the depths of the darkness, like a ghost that was too clear and invincible.
The camera zoomed out, and countless corpses piled up at his feet, spreading out in the gloomy street.
There is a saying in the upper world that people in the upper city have always been totally unable to accept the Holocaust, so they keep talking about it and trying to understand it, but Bai Jingan doesn’t think so... well, it may be true for some locals, but people keep talking about it. Talk about it because it does have endless entertainment effects.
Too many people died, too many stories in the dark. Even hundreds of thousands of cameras cannot record.
The huge attention paid to the name Bai Lin, and the image of a leader gathered over the past few decades, were created by the countless corpses around him.
If these people are the people on the stake in the entertainment society, then Bai Lin's stake is the highest, with more than three million lives, and the firewood under his feet towers high into the clouds.
This entertainment was dripping with blood, filled the air of the upper city, swallowing everything.
Bai Jingan woke up with a rapid heartbeat, like a nightmare.
The sky had turned pale, and he lay down on the bed for a while, thinking that he had dreamed of this, probably because he had been thinking about the situation outside before going to bed.
Although they are in a murderous house, in another world, their reputation is becoming stronger and stronger-it feels like the pile of firewood under the feet of the torturer is getting higher and higher.
But the increase in commodity value does not mean safety. They just won't kill you rudely, but they will pay more attention to you, cause trouble, and find higher value in you. That kind of value will never be interesting.
There will be trouble. And quickly.