Shen Ming stood in the abandoned factory, wearing a tight gray combat uniform, with a white branded nylon cloth with his name stuck on the back. Carrying a small package in his hand, this is the weapon that Gatsby funded for him.
The whole factory is divided into 5 floors, each floor has the size of 3 basketball courts, and there is still a faint smell of rust in the air. It seems that no one has been here for a long time.
K also worked hard for this realistic version of the Hunger Games. He installed high-definition cameras in every corner of the entire factory, and each floor was equipped with nearly 30 workers. They stood in the corner dressed in black, even treating themselves as air.
She also hired a professional live broadcast cutting team to live broadcast the video of the entire battle situation to ensure that no wonderful shot was missed.
A giant screen for showing movies was pulled up in the empty square, the DJ stopped the dance music immediately, and everyone quietly began to enjoy this unique "The Hunger Games".
"Gatsby, today I will let you taste the bitter fruit of failure." K put his arms around the beauty and looked at Gatsby beside him with a sneer.
"I've tasted the bitter fruit a long time ago, and I've been eating it since I met you." Gatsby replied drinking red wine.
After an air defense siren sounded, the game officially began. Unlike the games in the movie, everyone here is not born in the same place, and there is no need to fight for weapons.
On the contrary, everyone's birth point is in every corner of the factory, and the weapons are already in their hands, which are various packages. When Shen Ming entered the arena, he saw someone carrying a large iron box that could fit an anti-tank rocket launcher, and the package in his hand was just a sealed kraft paper bag.
Without any expectation, Shen Ming tore open the bag, and what he took out was a stainless steel spoon... Shen Ming couldn't help laughing, Gatsby, the god of evil, should be messy when he should be stingy, should he be stingy? Stingy when generous. The investment of 100 yuan is only rewarding Shen Ming for such a crap, even if it is a knife or a fork! Spoon? There is a bird!
Seeing this, a burst of laughter erupted outside the arena, and K also laughed prettily, "Gatsby, look at your generous investment, your bodyguard is going to be played to death."
"Actually, you are quite generous. Anyway, the spoon is still made of iron. I thought you would only give me a toothpick?" Gatsby remained unmoved, as if he was in control of the audience.
"Tch, you're still stubborn, and you'll cry right away without tears." K just couldn't be pleased with Gatsby's appearance of "the world is controlled by me".
Shen Ming carried his spoon and walked slowly. In fact, there are many weapons that can be used in this factory, such as rusty pipes, discarded copper wires, and even loose bricks on the walls that can be snapped off. However, the rules stipulate that in addition to using the weapons sponsored by the sponsor, all contestants can only use their own bodies as weapons at most. Once they use other things, they will be considered out of the competition.
Shen Ming walked only ten meters away, and he heard it! when! when! The footsteps of metal hitting the ground, not far away, from the stairs on the 4th floor, the squinting taekwondo master from Bangzi Elementary School came down.
This long-legged Oppa has a height of 180, but his legs are close to 115. He is definitely a genuine long leg. Taekwondo uses the legs as the spear, the ax as the whip. Of course, it is one inch long and one inch strong. It is conceivable that this master is not in vain.
His investor equipped him with a full 1 million initial equipment. It turned out to be a pair of alloy knight boots, with steel toe and iron heel, matched with his legwork, every move was without difficulty.
"Boy, show off your weapon." The master said coldly.
"Did you say this?" Shen Ming raised the spoon in his hand.
"Hey, you're so humorous." All the masters laughed.
"It's not me who is humorous, but you who like to be playthings for those trenches. After decades of hard work, you finally become a clown for others. Is it interesting?" Shen Ming sighed.
"Knock down one and earn 50,000. It's interesting to have money! Take the trick! Ha!" The Taekwondo master stepped on the floor like a teleportation, and rushed to Shen Ming. The long legs raised were no longer axes, but cannonballs. Shen Ming dodged the first move by leaning back to the limit, and the wind pressure that swept across his face made his muscles ache.
The master's iron boots kicked the square pillar beside him, and the entire top of his foot was inserted into the concrete pillar. One can imagine the force. If Shen Ming's head was kicked just now, I really doubt that the head would fly out.
The master did not stop, using the feet on the pillar to support his body, jumped into the air, turned around and kicked straight, Shen Ming was kicked hard with a spoon, and then slipped more than 1 meter, and a lot of balls were raised under his feet. Dust, look at his spoon has been twisted into an L shape.
"Cut, it can't be used anymore." Shen Ming threw away the unbearable spoon, and now all he can rely on is this body.
"The reaction is really sharp. Are you a special soldier?" The master fell back to the ground and patted the dust on the iron boots.
"It doesn't matter what your background is, the important thing is...how can a person lose to those who are willing to be dogs?" Shen Ming stood up straight, and waved to the master, "Hey, come here. Fortunately, the rules of the game don't have to be changed To kill you, just tear off the name tag."
"Arrogant generation!" The master was also angry at being called a dog, stepped forward again, and kicked with power, almost surpassing the world record.
But what is terrifying is that in front of the camera, Shen Ming seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and jumped into the air with both hands supporting the straight feet of the master.
"How is it possible?" The masters were all stunned, but Shen Ming jumped over the master's head like a vault, and directly tore his name tag.
At this moment, a special bell rang, and the hidden staff stood up. It turned out that the investor of the Taekwondo master activated the skill "teleportation".
Such a master, accompanied by the staff, left the third floor safely.
"Boy, I will definitely come back to find you." Before leaving, the master did not forget to turn his head and yell.
"What a weird game, it's really boring." Shen Ming scratched his head, the degree of unfairness of this game was far beyond imagination, those sponsors can not only use millions to strengthen the initial equipment of the players, but also have a quota of 1 million to use each A skill supplement.
Imagine that Gatsby only has 100 yuan of virtue all over his body, and he must not give Shen Ming a chance to develop skills.
Still in this abandoned building, he had only one life to count on.
"It doesn't matter, whether you like to use skills or weapons, you can do whatever you want. Boring people, do you really find fighting interesting? Your party, I will help you end it..." Sure enough, it is still the most annoying This feeling of being treated as a plaything made Shen Ming angry, and rushed forward on the floor, upstairs and downstairs, some enemies and friends, regardless of whether he was fighting with each other or not, all joined the battle forcefully.
Whether it's 2 people, 4 people, iron boots, battle axes, skills, or supplies, Shen Ming doesn't pay attention to them all. Several investors kept throwing money on the table, and they blessed their players with the most powerful skills.
After the other 7 players were all stripped of their name tags, K gave his player, the special female soldier king from Russia, the most shameless skill—restraint technique!
Shen Ming's evasion was invalid, and he was 100% hit. Now he can't use both feet and his left hand. He just stood there, unable to dodge or move, only his right hand can be used.
Looking at the female soldier king, not only is she in full condition, but she also holds a Qinglong Yanyue knife used by Guan Gong in her hand. With the iron armor on her upper body, she looks like a Valkyrie who has traveled to modern times.
Her name tag was also wrapped under the iron armor, which was the only reason why she was still alive and not torn up.
"Boy, it's been a long time since I've had such an aggrieved fight. If it was in my country, I'd definitely agree to it!" The female soldier king grinned.
"Thank you. To you, I'm just a little toothpick. I'm not blessed to take it. Lie down obediently, and I won't spank your ass." Shen Ming is infinitely arrogant even if he only has one hand to use.
"Go to hell!" The female soldier king was also depressed after being beaten, completely forgetting that this was just a game, probably infected by Shen Ming's killing intent, she swung her sword and slashed down vertically.
Breathing in and concentrating, Shen Ming raised his hand and grasped it, abruptly catching the big knife weighing a hundred catties. When the whole body was reformed, all the impact force passed through the body, blasting the ground under his feet to the point of cracking the texture of the turtle's back.
All the audience opened their mouths and even forgot to breathe. Shen Ming pulled it casually, and the female soldier king threw herself into Shen Ming's arms.
Still standing still, Shen Ming tore off the armor with his right arm, as well as the name tag hidden behind her.
At this point, the first and last episode of The Hunger Games Torn Brand Edition ends here, and the whole process only took 20 minutes.
K originally planned to play games for at least one night, but it turned out that it didn't take long for a supper.
Shen Ming didn't know how to take care of the investor's mood, and stepped out of the abandoned factory, holding 8 name tags in his hands, some of which were incomplete, and some were stained with blood. Shen Ming was indifferent like a god of death, passed through the crowd, came to the tent, and threw the bloody name tag on the table, "It's over, your party is really boring. Although having money is great, but with money The life of the bodyguard is not appropriate. The life is too cheap.
Whether you understand it or not, the bodyguard is the last armor on your body, and it is also the insurance that the gods bestow on you to live again. Treating bodyguards like this, one day, when danger comes, you will realize how naive you are.
Just like now, if I were a killer, I could already hang you all on the wall of that factory, and make you twitch and die.
Maybe I should give it a try? "