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Chapter 86 Bloody God Creation
The banquet continued, the music was melodious, drinks and refreshments continued, and beautiful NPCs shuttled between the banquets—and many players were ready to hurry up and have some fun.
Although it is still morning, not the regular time for banquets, the banquets in Upper Town have always been day and night. Here, it is always a good time to have fun.
They are getting together now, and on the one hand, because the previous meeting hasn't finished, the sky outside is cloudy.
The light is dim, not much brighter than yesterday when the white ghost appeared. So most people decided to stay in the banquet hall, where the light is bright and many people can help. Watching the video to find the Avengers does not have to go back to their homes.
Moreover, everyone thought silently, no matter what the organizers want to do, it is always safer to be in front of Mr. Anger-he is always willing to guide and help everyone find the Avengers-he is the game The person in charge, develop the plot, control the rhythm, is the spokesperson of the organizer. If they want to have some fun with the players, they should also consider Ange's safety and will not confuse him with them.
The organizer pretends that this is a free arena, but it is not at all. There is too much money, influence, planning and concerns behind the stage. This is the angle you should have when you are engaged in the killing show.
Summer goes fast, and the cave is not too far from the main banquet hall.
When he walked in, the people inside hadn't figured out what was going on. They heard the gunshot first, and it seemed that someone had a conflict with the bodyguard NPC outside-but there shouldn't be anyone having trouble with the bodyguard, their trouble is mutant creatures.
The gun only rang twice, unlike a fierce exchange of fire, as if the battle had just begun, and it quickly died down.
At this moment, the door was pushed aside, and Summer walked in.
He was single-handedly wounded very badly, all covered in blood, and his right hand was particularly serious and completely abolished. But he was holding a gun in his left hand, aggressively, looking like he was in trouble.
The music is lower, and it seems to have weakened before his momentum. The people around subconsciously touched their guns, and when they saw that it was summer, they let go.
He walked into the banquet hall. He must have had a hemostatic shot before, but it has failed. The blood stains dripped all the way along the place he walked. But he had a clear goal, scanned around, and went straight to the lawyer in charge.
The moment he came in, Anger saw him.
He quickly stretched out his hand for a gun. Summer raised his hand, the energy gun penetrated his wrist, and the gun was shot out.
Anger was holding an arm full of blood. He used to have a gun habit like all the killing show players, but this time he only brought one. He is the host of the whole ceremony, and he is safe here. He is no longer the target of killing. The monsters will get away when they see him.
Several bodyguards around him quickly put their hands on the handle of the gun, but they did not take it out, as if it was an extremely difficult decision to attack a humble killing show player.
Xia Tian said: "I want to inherit the right."
"You are crazy!" Anger said.
He said to the back circle of bodyguards: "What are you looking at, shoot!"
No one fired, and Summer walked over without stopping, Anger leaned over to pick up the gun on the ground.
At this moment, he saw a delicate silver high-heeled shoe stepping on the gun, and with force, he slid the gun back three meters. He raised his head and saw An Xiaoyin.
She looked down at him, then gave a gentle smile that he always emphasized to her.
At the same time, Xia Xia had already walked up to him, a kick towards his lower abdomen.
This action was so severe that Anger fell to the ground and hit the corner of the table, his internal organs were twisted together in pain. Since receiving the amnesty, he has never suffered such a loss. Of course, he never went to the battlefield again.
He went to look at the gun again, and the man followed up with another kick, with great strength, not as if he had been injured. At that moment, Anger curled up tightly and couldn't get up anymore. He realized that this man knew the street style very well in fighting, and knew how to quickly make people lose the ability to resist.
It's just a humble bastard in Xiacheng, a loser eliminated by the social system, a victim of entertainment--
Next to him, a bodyguard finally raised his gun uncertainly and pointed it at Summer.
But the next moment, another bullet was loaded in the banquet hall.
A voice said: "Try shooting."
There was dead silence in the banquet hall. Opposite them, a brown-haired man raised a gun and pointed at the bodyguard.
He was tall, and he was in a formal dress that couldn't suppress the power of a thug. He held a heavy spear from a predator in his hand. It was pitch black like a beast of steel. He held a gun with skill and coldness, and he was someone who could kill people in an instant.
His actions finally made the bodyguards react. Several people took up their guns and aimed them at the man who dared to challenge the lawyer in charge.
In the next second, Anger heard the sound of numerous gun safety openings in the banquet hall.
No one spoke, the scene was suppressed and murderous. The group looked like they were drunk and drunk just now, but now all the barrels are ready to go, aiming at Anger's bodyguards, the slightest brisk music Can't cover up the murderous spirit that spreads.
Anger made a decision in an instant, stretched out his hand to grab a bodyguard's gun, and at the same time pulled off the insurance, aimed at Summer.
But as soon as the barrel was raised, the man hit his right hand with another shot.
He let out a cry, the gun fell to the ground, and Xiaxia looked at him condescendingly.
At this moment, Anger clearly realized what was wrong with him-he hadn't been right when he walked towards him murderously from Summer, and when he took a step back unconsciously.
He shouldn't retreat, shouldn't pick up the gun, let alone grab the bodyguard's gun, too eager, too obvious, he completely lost his composure and judgment in front of this person——
"I can't give you the right to inheritance!" he shouted at him, "there is a rule—"
"I don't care!" Xia Tian said, kicking his stomach again.
It was so cruel that he didn't scream in pain.
This is what Bai Jingan saw when he walked in.
The banquet was luxurious. The bodyguards and the players were confronting each other. All the guns were taken out. They were of different types and murderous. But in the core scenes, it was a street fight.
Anger was talking about some rules of inheritance, and Xia interrupted him: "I don't like torture, Mr. Anger, but it doesn't mean I won't."
Everyone looked at this scene coldly, Bai Jingan walked to Xia, and looked down at the lawyer in charge. His gray pupils were cold and he had no feelings at all.
Anger saw him and shouted: "Bai Jingan, if you don't want to die, let him calm down—"
He didn't finish speaking, and summer kicked over again.
Bai Jingan watched Xia Tian step on Anger's shoulder and turned him over. He couldn't use one hand. Bai Jingan took his gun, adjusted it to the incineration function, and handed it back.
Xia's barrel pointed at Anger's knee, and was familiar with this torture procedure.
In the cruel world built by this TV station, everyone has no idea how many crimes they have suffered, and they are all first-class masters of torture. Anger has learned many times, and he himself is one of these people.
He remembered the pain, it was a nightmare with no end, and he got the ticket to leave at any cost, stood at a higher place and became the spokesperson of "destiny", he would never return to the endless endless Shura in the field.
"You can't do this!" he called to Xia Xia.
Xia Xia smiled at him.
He suddenly shouted to everyone in the room: "It's him, summer is the Avengers! Kill him and you can end the game!"
No one spoke, the music was still playing, everyone looked at him expressionlessly, Bai Jingan seemed to think he was funny, and even curled the corner of his mouth. He had no impression of a gentle and gentle appearance. He was cold, hateful, and gloating like a devil. laugh.
For a while, all the people in the hall looked at him as if they had the same face. Cold and mocking face.
Bai Jingan said to him: "We want inheritance rights."
Yakovsky felt that he had reached a milestone in his career.
But when you finally reach the top, everything after that is a milestone.
After the fire started in the summer, Georg panicked when he came to the planning center, and brought a lot of bad ideas on how to "put their new star on track." He has this ability, he can use the penalty chip, but also forcibly interfere, and then just spend a little effort on editing.
It was Yakovsky who let him dispel that idea.
He brought up the consumption trend chart of the third game since the start of the game and put it to the maximum. Every section of the rising curve is countless money. In the last three days, the rise has reached an unimaginable level.
They all know what this means, and the company has analyzed it and did not know how many times: This shows that even if the third game ends within a week, it will earn more than the others combined.
Everyone knows what the audience wants to see. With the third venue, the other events seem dull. They are tired of the game-like fighting and killing on the field, and want to be "really". The appetite of the audience is always getting bigger and bigger, like a wolf that has tasted blood.
"I think the point is not the last day's rise." Yakovsky said, "and here—"
Under the holographic simulation, he pointed to the rising money curve with a bright red tail one day before.
"We slept for three days in the summer and we didn't do anything serious, but the yield in the third game is still high, 15% higher than previous killing shows." Yakovsky said, "They just want to watch. To him."
Georg stared at the analysis chart. Yakovsky knew what he was thinking. For a new technology master plan, this was a good start for the directors.
And these years, people don’t need to worry about too much things, get work done, have fun, and spend some energy on beautiful bed partners and bank accounts.
It is not difficult to persuade such a person.
"We want to create gods," Yakovsky said to his superiors, "because he will just exist there and money will gather. But gods are not easy to create."
He looked directly into his eyes, and he rarely appeared completely awake in his life.
"There is only one god, and everything in the world must be subject to his feet."
He looked at Xia Xia on the home screen and said, "Of course we are no exception."
Yakovsky presided over the big show. In the fourth round, he put the entire planning team at the feet of the gods he created, like a sacrifice.
The people in the summer planning team have been trying to get the plot back to normal, back to the track of the killing show for two centuries. They rained heavily and wanted to kill the network logistics as punishment, trying to regain some dignity for the organizers. But time after time it was unable to do so.
Yakovsky was silent. He always held a wine bottle, and dutifully reviewed, approved and refuted the plans sent below, and selected the most reasonable ones, and gave up overly mild or extremely perverted ones—this is the plan. The team really has a lot of talents, after all, they all grew up watching the Slaughter Show-without a little water.
You must know that the creation of gods is extremely harsh and requires the most solid foundation, which will consist of real bones and pain, without any tenderness and compassion.
He is always alone. He was used to being alone. In this crazy and secular backstage, half-drunk and half-awake, only he could see that path. A dangerous, grand, bloody trail.
A bloody god-making, he thought, entrenched in his trash-like throne, his pupils are always drunk, and there is a bottomless abyss, watching everything coldly.
In the main screen, the group of thugs who followed Summer has arrived, all scarred, but able to kill anyone.
They did not communicate, but seemed to know how to do it instinctively.
They all looked at the summer.
Anger succumbed.
Everyone will give in to him.