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Chapter 91 Chain (2)
Stepping into the street outside the medical hall in summer, the sun and the cheers of the crowd came like waves. He narrowed his eyes, and the whole world was like a sparkling ocean, full of money, noise, and desire.
There was a long-length luxury car parked on the side of the road, the body of which was pitch-black, like a behemoth lying on the ground, it seemed that he was going to the final banquet this time. There are also vehicles that clear the way for escort before and after, like armored vehicles, the brigade is preparing to start a war.
"For you." Huitian said.
Xia Xia looked at the team in shock. A large number of fans and media gathered outside the lobby, shouting at him to make him look in his direction.
Standing behind him, Huitian added another sentence: "It's all."
——Eric said at the back: "Damn!"
Next to him, Lin Lie, the host of Floating Gold One, said with a smile, "This is the latest product of Fortress's Mad Beast series. There are three different models to choose from——"
He made an advert with eloquence. In summer, he felt that they made this thing for war, and it shouldn't be on the street. But the Bastion Company obviously thinks that he should drive this car more, and even the driver is equipped-looks capable, fierce, and capable of charging at any time.
Every time he came out of the arena, Xia felt very divided. His life and will seemed to suddenly become very important. A group of people were busy to serve, and countless people came for him, acting as if they were in life. Hope is all in this.
Huitian told him that he didn't need to feel that he was taking things for nothing, and the advertisers were not stupid. Of course, they were sending things because they were sure to get more revenue.
The big-name host next to him finished the advertisement, and a group of people stared at Xia Xia.
"I like it very much." Summer said dryly.
"Excellent," said Huitian, "get in the car."
The driver opened the car door solemnly, as if it was a major ceremonial act.
The first one to go in in summer, the car is covered with dark red carpets, leather sofas, thermostatic wine cabinets, bar counters and other things are staggered. The lights are hidden in the corners, like a fire burning in the dark corner.
Didi got in the car and threw himself on the window to look outside, and followed in summer.
Then, the car slid into the street without feeling any vibration.
Their first stop was the final banquet.
Until now, the games in other fields have not ended. The third game set a series of records-the chaos of the audience, the weakness of the planning team and the low death toll.
Everyone's eyes gathered, Slaughter Show has never lacked various records, but after seeing such a struggle, seeing the weakness of the planning team, it seems that everything else is almost tasteless.
The behavior of this group makes all the usual records, pain and resistance meaningful. This meaning is radiant, scorching and clear, and makes people excited.
Lin Lie sat down, adjusted the camera, turned his head towards Xia Tian and asked, "Are you really an important figure in the Resistance?"
"What?" Summer said.
"There is such a rumor that you were in the Encapsulation Zone because you were indeed a member of the Resistance Army." Lin Lie said, "After all, the young people in Zone N were all related to the riots at that time."
After being in the cold for a while, Eric said, "Have you watched too many movies?"
"No, the movies are all adapted from reality, and we also have clear evidence--" the host said, listing a lot of data, which is actually quite conclusive.
Xia Xia sits upright, and shows him a special smile when he gets into trouble when he is going down town, which is especially good-looking. He said, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"What you're talking about is just chance." As another person from N area, Eric said nervously, "This is a matter of unconvincing evidence. All the'young people in N area' are dead. No one is alive."
Lin Lie said that he didn't intend to judge them, but just wanted to know the truth back then, and that he survived the massacre in summer. Eric said that they had nothing to say, and in the summer they could only be counted as children in zone N.
The voices of the two people kept ringing in the summer. Outside the window, a holographic billboard welcoming him "return to the world from Shura Field again" came oncoming, the whole body was depressed black and red, and the bones were all over the field. Only his place was bright .
Along the way, the billboards on both sides are full of his welcome propaganda, and the entire street is occupied by images describing worship, confession and love.
"But in such a world, childhood is very short, Mr. Eric." Next to him, Lin Lie said, "Thirteen years old, enough to understand death, despair, oppression and resistance!"
Eric did not find a rebuttal for a while, and the tone of the gold medal host was more rebellious than the rebels.
——Seriously, the N district riots initially affected only a few large areas nearby. After the failure, its influence on the surrounding areas began to become stronger year by year. It is even more brilliant when it comes to the upper city.
It represents a desperate resistance in the dark. Even if it is extremely tragic, there are still things that radiate from that resistance and become more intense.
Xia Xia can understand the influence of the N area incident in the lower city, but does not understand how those who were killed due to rebellion have turned into a heroic image in the upper city after a few years.
Huitian said, because Shangcheng likes their heroes.
"This is a consumer-oriented world." She said, "Here, merchants do their best to study consumer desires-whether it is warmth and inspirational or destroying the world-to enlarge and decorate as much as possible, and then set a good price. . You want to sell things, that’s it. Uptown is a cruel place, but here you can always buy what you want."
She looked at this giant aerial city, where buildings, vehicles, commodities, and countless advertisements were piled up.
She shrugged and said, "This is our choice."
The car continued to move forward and passed smoothly.
Xia Xia looked out the window-you can't close the shutter, even if you are the god of war, you have to follow the company's rules-he said: "Don't the news say that there are traffic jams everywhere?"
"Yes, it's blocked." Huitian said, smiling at him. The sun shone on her face, her expression was brisk and her pupils dilated, which was obviously the effect of medicine. In the banquet, this is a distant and restless background.
"The company has specifically cleared the Sky Avenue. How could God of War be blocked on the road?" She continued, "For the first time in my life, I saw a celebrity go out, and it will be cleared on a large scale."
It was only in the summer that the street under their feet was full of cars-I don't know if it was done deliberately, the road was high-countless people looked in this direction, waved and yelled at him. They can't even see him, it's just a car.
He could see farther, the whole city bathed in sunlight, exquisite and complicated, with countless walls, doors, windows and billboards reflecting the light. He felt a shudder, and the city seemed to be in high heat, burning at any moment.
At this moment, Xia Xia's cell phone rang, and he glanced at it. It was an unknown number. But not everyone can call this number.
He answered the phone, and a voice came from the other side, saying, "You are in trouble."
Little Minkov's voice.
He said: "You two are on the list of this year's guest show."
Bai Jingan glanced at Xia's expression and immediately realized that something was wrong, and reached out to cut the call authority.
"I can't help. He doesn't like me being influenced by others. I pay too much attention to it will only make you more troublesome." Minkov said.
He seemed inconvenient to speak, his voice was very low, and the end of the radio wave revealed a gloomy and bloody atmosphere.
"Your gun is good, it must be banned in the show. This is a game of cat and mouse. Before entrusting the big task, they want to'get to know' you. It would be very--"
He stopped, there was dead silence over the earphones.
At the same time, the huge shadow of the headquarters of the Floating Gold Group was cast, and the red light of the billboard lit up, coating the car with a layer of blood.
Little Minkov didn’t take that sentence. He continued: “The guest show’s positioning is a'boutique game', which usually takes no more than a week and does not want to affect the promotion and the next round of competition. The technology in the show is higher than real-time technology. I’ll post the commonly used product parameters, and you can take a look at the data."
He had to hang up after he finished speaking, and Xia Tian said: "How are you...how?"
The opposite person fell silent again. Amid the splendor and noise of the city, the deathly silence was suppressed and cold, and all the colors of celebration faded, leaving only a bloody dark background.
"Okay," he said in a gloomy tone.
The phone hung up.
Xia Xia exchanged glances with Bai Jingan, and said nothing.
Outside of luxury cars, countless faces can be seen in summer. The assistant next to him was talking to Lin Lie. The latter said that few people took such photos with the aura of summer, like an invincible god.
It seems that as long as you follow, you can get the ultimate answer.
Twenty minutes before summer came to the final banquet, he immediately realized that the trick of mixing into the crowd would no longer work.
When he was checking the current state of several players on the field-most of them were dead-ran into a group fight.
——It's not that two sides are fighting, there are at least three different forces, and there are a few free fighters. As a carnival place after the game, a large number of desperadoes plus alcohol, there is never a shortage of fights or other illegal crimes, every game will kill people. Even if these players leave the arena, they often make life like a killing show.
At this moment, a bald head touched his gaze, and he threw the kid in his hand onto the table, just like when a policeman came to throw off the stolen goods, he nodded solemnly towards the summer.
His opponent was about to pounce on him, but when he noticed that Xia Tian was watching, he immediately stopped, pulled his clothes, and moved his jaw.
Within a few seconds, everyone stopped fighting and greeted him one after another.
Summer reflexively responded with a bright smile and said, "You continue."
A group of people all smiled at him, and Xia turned and walked away, and immediately started again.
Bai Jingan glanced at him and said that they should get some food first, find a secret room, and check the information sent by Minkov.
After discussing what food to store, the two were doing separate actions when Xia Xia heard someone calling his name.
Xia Xia turned his head, two guys in dresses were squeezing in. One of them dangled his ID and said, "Police."
Xia Xia subconsciously stood up straight and made an innocent look.
Although the upper city police have little power, most of their presence is only reflected in striptease parties, but wearing uniforms-similar to those of the lower city security team-is quite shocking, at least for summer. This is the case with people of criminal origin.
The two came over, introduced themselves politely, and showed him the documents allowed by the Floating Gold Group to investigate-they cannot investigate the employees of the Floating Gold Group at will, they must have permission from the upper management, which is also a normal job. Credentials.
The leader is handsome and has a friendly smile. He said, "That's it. We are investigating a murder case and hope to get your help."
Xia Xia smiled brightly and said that he would cooperate.
"If you can tell us where you will be from 10pm to 3am on May 17th," the person said, "We would be very grateful."
Xia Tian's whole body tightened.
Of course he knows where he is. He was in the cold bedroom and smashed the guy's head into the carpet.