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Chapter 73
Everyone is watching summer.
The man held the sword against the lawyer's neck, his sword was murderous, and his gun was in horror.
"You calm down!" said the lawyer in charge.
He stared into Xia Xia's eyes, his tone was strong, but he shivered.
"You won," he said, "Enough!"
Xia Xia stared at him, it was a chilling smile, dazzling and sharp in the light, making it restless.
People watched this scene, a killing show player was in full view, forcing the NPC in charge to desperate, killing intent and panic appeared naked under the spotlight of the peak of the killing show.
They confronted each other for ten seconds, and Xia slowly retracted his hands. The sweat on the lawyer in charge's face was clearly reflected under the light, and the hand holding the gun was shaking—he should have killed countless people.
Xia Xia still smiled and stared at the lawyer in charge, which was looking at the dead man's eyes.
He whispered to him: "You wait."
There was dead silence around, and all the fighting stopped. Everyone watched the confrontation, which was clearly pebble-like but desperate, and his voice was clearly audible.
The lawyer in charge backed away and left, the gun still pointed at Xia's forehead. Without the kindness and calmness of the NPC in charge, he looked at him viciously, showing hatred like a villain who had gone down town.
Xia Xia still stared at him, just a humble killing show player-no matter how much money he can make, this point will not change-looking at him looks like a cat watching a mouse, with a condescending coldness, killing Without reservation.
An Xiaoyin stood behind him, staring at Xia Xia, the light was reflected in her eyes, as if she had been taken away by the brutal and bright killing.
Everyone is like this.
Bai Jingan was hit hard on his shoulder, and his forehead was also choking. He wiped it with his sleeve casually, and the blood was still flowing down half of his cheek.
Under the black hair, his gray pupils seemed to be soaked in blood, and he looked like he could rise up.
He glanced around, everyone backed away, clutching weapons, but no one came.
When he glanced over, no one of these villains looked back at his eyes, one by one with uncertainty. There were no enemies around him except the corpse and teammates, and people automatically vacated a circle, it was like they were no longer the killing show players on the same stage, but another species.
There were still more of them, but Bai Jingan knew that the battle was over. These people won't fight him again.
He wiped the blood from his forehead again, threw the broken sword on the ground, and walked towards the summer. No one spoke, no one stopped, under the thin fluorescent lamp, everyone just watched the scene.
He must have been seriously injured, but he stood firm, as if he would never fall down. Seeing Bai Jingan approaching, she smiled at him and said, "Little White."
Bai Jingan quickly checked his injury, and his face became increasingly ugly.
He couldn't judge how deep some wounds were or how they were. He opened his coat and looked at a wound on his waist and abdomen, looking shocked.
"Does it hurt?" he said.
"It doesn't hurt." Summer said.
Bai Jingan's face was gloomy, and this was what worried him most.
Xia Xia touched his curled hair, Bai Jingan raised his head and stared at him.
"It's okay," Xia Da said.
"This is definitely not all right!" Bai Jingan said.
"I don't like that guy. I owe a lesson when I look at it." Xia Xia said, slanting a glance at the lawyer in charge not far away, and under the shadow, the edge flashed by.
Then he looked at the wound on Bai Jingan's shoulder again, and said, "This is a bit miserable, your style of play is too desperate."
Bai Jingan was about to laugh at him.
At this time, Xia Xia suddenly turned to look at the edge of the crowd, Bai Jingan also looked in the same direction.
A group of lawyers in charge stood there, half trapped in the shadows, and hadn't left yet-according to the plot, it's really hard to tell if they left at this time.
Without even thinking about it, Bai Jingan grabbed the sword in Xia's hand and threw it out, piercing the wrist of an NPC behind him.
The man screamed, clutching his bleeding hand tightly, and something fell to the ground in his hand.
The guy behind him smiled, and for a second he seemed to want to rush over and pull out the marshmallows, but after a half step forward, he quietly retreated and hid behind the crowd.
Bai Jingan walked over with a blank face—everyone took a half step back—withdrawing the sword, then bowed his head to pick up the thing that fell on the ground.
It is a detonating device.
Eric limped over and said: "Let me think about what you are going to say this time.'Mr. Shi' is your true love. Before the battle for inheritance, you planted a bomb in the arsenal and would rather destroy it. Can't tolerate his collection room falling into the hands of a group of thugs?"
He said coldly: "You have to be shameless."
No one spoke, a few players began to whisper excitedly, staring at the gloomy-faced lawyer in charge. The scene was a bit embarrassing, but only for the planning team.
It was a complete mess, in a panic.
Eric glanced, Wei Xi was standing among a pile of corpses in the arsenal, with digital screens hanging around, blindly trying to open the door.
Before the war, Eric left him in the crowd-he was just a network logistics and couldn't play, the people below would not move him-he didn't know when Wei Xi passed.
Most of it passed during a fight. He has been treated violently, but he still seems to have no idea about these rude things and will not take a step back.
The network logistics of other groups gave him a way, and they got the natural right to pass here, even if they were already a group of remnants.
Eric shook his feet and barely stood still, his body hurt badly, and a wound on his waist was too deep and he kept bleeding. Xia Xia looked at his injury sympathetically, and handed a painkiller over.
Eric watched his movements and suddenly laughed.
Xia Xia looked at him inexplicably, and Eric said: "Sorry, I just suddenly thought that the last time you handed me skittles, the actions were exactly the same..."
He laughed again, looking crazy in the summer, Eric thought, he is absolutely not qualified to look at anyone with this expression.
"Do you want it at all?" Xia Xia said.
"Of course." Eric said, receiving the pain relief needle, just like he had received the candy handed over by his teammate.
He laughed again, it was no big deal, but at this moment he thought all this was crazy and absurd.
On this luxurious battlefield-it must be a very exciting thing to have time to add summer to the worth of killing players today-their killing show players are like a candy-like pain relief needle.
At this moment, Wei Xi said, "The door opened."
Everyone flocked to the arsenal, like a group of starving ghosts flocked to the candy house.
The arms collection room is brightly lit, as promised in the hologram, there are gun display cabinets, self-service gun-removing rotating frames, and large wholesale gun storage boxes.
It is a super large purchase site, and there is no shortage of tools for keeping people no matter how popular.
When the summer team entered, they had a clear goal and had roughly selected the weapon they wanted. Bai Jingan knew that they had to get the gun in the first place, and then deal with Xia Xia's injuries.
The human blood never stopped. Although he had a "no big deal" look and planned a lot of arms to take, Bai Jingan didn't think so at all.
He is in extremely bad condition and must be treated immediately.
Of course, this will not be easy. The arsenal has become a mess.
A group of desperadoes finally took the guns, and they were so overwhelmed that they wanted to kill them. It's just that those in this business have a lot of experience in similar situations, and they can barely suppress the killing, but the gunshots are constant, and fallen corpses can be seen from time to time.
Around them, the gangsters smashed the glass case and took out the guns inside; the ones that had been taken away were taken directly from the opponent. All of them were attacking for a while, desperately getting what they wanted. And once you get it, you will get away immediately, and you won't stay a second.
This is simply a meat grinder.
Their four-man squad struggled in it too, and Wei Xi needed to take care of it. The energetic way of fighting for arms in summer was especially worrying.
Bai Jingan made all kinds of bad preparations, but unexpectedly, the trip went smoothly.
Not long after entering, summer saw a man holding a Doomsday Destroyer rocket launcher in his hand.
There were only three teams, none of them looked easy to provoke, and they were desperately squeezing in one direction at the moment, their actions were orderly, their goals were clear, and they were all experienced players.
Xia Xia walked to the guy. It was a brown-haired man with tattoos on his face—probably from the K area. The thing showed his teeth and claws, which fully explained the reason for this man’s jail and the job of killing 25 people. situation.
The person reacted extremely quickly. The moment he walked over in the summer, he immediately realized that he was here to grab a weapon, and immediately prepared for the battle, grabbing the pistol, and pulling off the insurance.
Bai Jingan has been distracted and concerned about summer's movements. He was receiving the bag of Piercer bombs from Wei Xi's hand, and the man disappeared after a glance.
He quickly turned his head to look for it and was seeing this scene.
The brown-haired man just found out that it was Xia Xia who was looking at his rocket launcher. He stared nervously. His two teammates also turned around at the same time. Under the bright light of the spotlight, the desperadoes looked cold, as if on the road. The stone is hard and flat.
Xia Xia stood there without fear. Although he was badly injured, his right hand was almost completely unable to move, and the floor under his boots was slowly stained red with blood, and the energy gun in his left hand was still a bit threatening.
At this time, the man murmured something, not a sentence, but a vague confirmation, low and gentle. Before Bai Jingan had time to do anything, he saw the man suddenly handed the rocket launcher into Xia's hand, turned and left.
The two teammates behind him watched this scene and obviously had no opinion on it, so they left together.
In the summer, thought had to fight, but the things were passed directly to hand. He took it with uncertainty, and the other party also took a look at him, made sure he could hold it, and then turned and walked away.
Xia Xia turned her head and saw Bai Jingan's weird gaze, showing a triumphant smile, dragging his weapon back.
Bai Jingan looked at him, looked at the weapon, and looked at the team that had left. He has seen a lot of killing shows. He has never seen anything like this...
He suddenly thought that this is sometimes the case in Xiacheng.
In that place where there is no legal restraint, when you express your views in the strongest way, people will react to you. This set of rules is simple and ancient-if you give in, just let go. You agree, just follow.
It's like he decided to take this crazy risk with Summer, because he agreed. He had no choice but to come with him.
This is also the reason Eric came with them. Both he and Wei Xi can turn around and walk away, which is dangerous, but it will never be more risky than what they did before.
He must have experienced those, and he can still remember the rules-blood and cohesion in the dark, a kind of vague and extremely powerful private contract.
He hasn't seen it in Upper Town yet.
All the way.
——If you see the same thing as someone else, the other person will definitely let it go; even if you see what they have, the other person will hand it over directly, without any intention of doing anything. Those who are doing it also avoid them before doing it.
The arsenal was full of people, everyone was yelling, smashing things, arguing and fighting, but they only encountered very slight shoving.
When most people saw Summer-some had already posed to yell at them, or pulled out their guns for insurance-they consciously stepped aside, and a few even put on an uncomfortable polite pose.
It seems that he just being there is enough to form a certain aura and change the behavior of people around him.
Their team walked like nothing on this Shura field and got everything smoothly, like an uncrowned king.