Tyrant is the director's masterpiece, and even scientists are amazed by it.
The tyrant is about 7 feet tall and 2.1 meters tall, not too tall, only half a head taller than No. 199. He looks far less powerful than the Cerberus and the Minotaur, but his deterrent power is far superior to those two monsters. It was in the shape of a man, standing on the roof of the building, looking down at No. 199 below.
Sensing its gaze, Brett narrowed his eyes, and he finally moved! I saw the man make two run-ups, jump from the roof of the abandoned car to the roof of the bungalow, grab the railing with his right hand, flip his body like this, climb up to the second floor, and then go up layer by layer, leaping over the roof with his long legs, like running Cool, two or three clicks to the roof of the building where the tyrant is.
When he got close, Brett could see the appearance of the tyrant clearly. It had giant claws on one side and a humanoid hand on the other. Its skin was black, its heart organs were exposed, and it was rotting itself. A metal ring, like Sun Dasheng's golden hoop, under the metal ring, human facial features can be clearly identified.
Judging from the zombies he encountered in the game, Bright deduced that the tyrant is biased towards strength and attack, and the defense is not high. It focuses on one arm for main attack and the other arm for assistance, so the balance and lower body may It is a weakness, and it lacks control over itself, and is severely constrained by the program.
It was definitely a one-sided victory, but Bright, out of habit, couldn't win too easily.
Several cameras surrounded the opposing sides. Ever since Brett killed the chimpanzee leader last time, the cameras failed to catch the key point, and the program team sent many machines beside him, which was very annoying.
The tyrant has also noticed these fly-like things. It has high intelligence and knows how to use tactics to attack the enemy. It may understand its own situation. Like the human beings in front of it, it is a controlled beast for people to play with. But still couldn't get rid of the flies.
At first, the two of them didn't move, observing and evaluating each other, suddenly the Tyrant jumped forward, and at the same time Brett also retreated, because a rocket hit a corner of the roof, sending rocks flying.
"You want to kill the boss?" Harry snapped at number 56 angrily.
Pierce saw the two flying up from the smoke, and was unhappy: "Missed." I don't know if he was referring to Brett or the zombies, or both.
Number 56 ignited the previous battle between Bright and the Tyrant. The two fought tentatively a few times. The Tyrant found that his opponent was not strong. Did he not take it seriously, or did he show weakness on purpose? Obviously the aura was very scary, it felt threatened the moment he entered his territory.
Kill him no matter what! The tyrant was ready to kill, using all his strength, Brett did not confront it head-on, but used his agility and speed to deal with it, and attacked with hot weapons, showing the appearance of being invincible but still barely able to fight . But in this way, it has exceeded the limit of human beings.
Since the first season of Suicide Game, the director has been in charge of filming the show. He has rich experience, has experience, is able to make good decisions, and has the ability to design and make correct decisions.
He realized that No. 199, whether in terms of physique, wisdom or spirit, had already left the scope of ordinary human beings, and the other party had been forbearing and hidden until now, showing the depth of the city! Even I underestimated its strength. He now doubts whether the tyrant can kill him.
what does this mean
The incident on No. 199 has been out of the control of the program group. Although there is still the bracelet to ensure his basic obedience, this layer of defense is too weak to reassure everyone.
The director is not fatuous, he immediately realized that No. 199 had an extraordinary history, and there was a big secret hidden behind it. He ignored that what happened to it was not something he could handle alone, so he took all the records in his private brain Sent to the detective, cleared his suspicion. In fact, many inner city people have done the same, all of them are very smart and alert.
Those who tried to get the gentleman to prove that he owns Bright also shut up.
Recall first what Gentleman did to number 199.
Physically tortured, emotionally cheated, not only created a child, but also installed a chip in his brain.
Applause for you! Clap clap!
Gentleman: "..."
The case has made great progress, and most of the inner city people can be ruled out. The detective almost wants to turn around three times in the same place. He is very happy: "The suspicion of the army is still there, and the combat power of the dog soldiers is outstanding. Whether it is a single soldier or a coordinated Combat, does not rule out the possibility that they can create superhuman fighters."
"However, I think they lack motivation. They have already released dog soldiers to the program group. There is no need to put another one. If it is used as a cover, there is no need for the dog soldiers to kill No. 199 to attract attention. The logic is not self-consistent."
Everyone agrees, but there are no more suspects at present, so they have to use stupid methods to eliminate them one by one. They were subconsciously unwilling to actively doubt Wang Cheng.
The data division added: "No link between the military and number 199 has been found so far."
The detective thought for a while and asked, "What about the relationship between No. 199 and the dog soldiers?"
The data engineer lowered his head and pursed his lips. He seemed to want to shut his mouth, but he couldn't control it. He ignored his wishes and spit out cold words: "The dog soldiers plan to betray the army. They suspect that they have a deal with No. 199. The content is unknown."
Everyone was startled, but they understood, no wonder the dog soldiers were willing to listen to No. 199's command. At the same time, the military's suspicion dropped again.
Brett came up with another Jedi counterattack, this man seemed to be invincible forever.
This time the camera captured the process clearly. The tyrant pierced his claws into Brett's abdomen, and the sharp nails and claws penetrated the man's body. Pedaling wildly, and at the same time grasping tightly with claws, the sound of viscera breaking could be heard through the screen.
But Brett did not admit defeat, and threw a bomb at his head, vomiting blood, as if he wanted to die together. The heat wave of the explosion pushed the two away, and Brett rolled over and fell into a trash can. The tyrant was more unfortunate, he fell directly into a pile of steel bars, his body was pierced into a sieve by steel bars, and thousands of arrows pierced through his heart.
At this time, the contestants had teamed up to kill the Minotaur, and all of them were injured. They stared at the dirty and broken trash can, and no one moved for a while.
I don't know if I should hope the man crawls out or pray that he just dies.
Should I go over to help with treatment, or make up for it.
Time is stretched, and people's hearts are swaying between light and darkness.
Suddenly, a blood-stained hand stretched out from the dark green trash can, grabbed the edge, and then a person stood up with a white plastic bag on it, a bit funny, but so awesome.
Players: Yes, let's be honest.
The recording of the tenth episode of the program was finally completed, and the staff who were forced to work hard for more than 20 hours have left work one after another, hoping to return home as soon as possible to be a dead dog.
Different from them, some people have shown the spirit of loving their posts, being dedicated to their work and not afraid of hardship or tiredness.
"No, I won't go, I love to work overtime, overtime makes me happy!"
George has completed the transformation from black to fan and then to die-hard fan. He insists on staying and waits for idol's physical treatment before leaving. The team leader doesn't blame him, because he himself is about to turn into a fan.
"I have greeted people, and let me know when the treatment is finished." The team leader said.
George was full of gratitude, and the adrenaline surged because of watching the game. He has not yet calmed down completely. He used his inspiration and professional talent to quickly cut out a video of "He is God".
The team leader was watching from the sidelines. This time the material was sufficient, but only George made such a work full of tension and embodying the charm of No. 199 everywhere. Probably because it is full of love, the leader thought. He is going to leave a copy and habitually share it with the management group.
The director saw it, and wanted to plan a "Fall of God", even the gods have their twilight, let alone number 199.
The team leader chatted with someone in the group, then turned around to find the star chasing staff back dejectedly.
"Not seen?" The team leader guessed.
George grabbed the table with his head: "I only saw one from the back." To be exact, there were two, and there was another man next to Aidou, a man holding his hand.
For some reason, Brett felt that Hodge's air pressure was a bit low, carefully observed his expression, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "I won, do you want to celebrate?"
Hodge looked at him with cold eyes, especially the injured abdomen that was still intact. He swore that when he watched the man being pierced and lifted, his heart would stop. But this man, he didn't care about it, as if his worries were completely useless.
"Are you worried about me? It's nothing. I've had more serious injuries than this."
Yes, it used to be me.
Hodge was a little bit bitter, his throat was tight, an emotion surged up, he wanted to vomit, but he had to swallow it back, choked there, sore and swollen, which made him feel uneasy.
At this time, a kiss fell.
"I'm very happy, Hodge," the man hugged him. "You worry about me. Your indifferent and calm appearance makes me think you don't care about me, but you worry about me and worry about me. I'm really happy. "
The sour emotions seem to have evaporated suddenly, replaced by emotions that are as hot as hot springs, making people feel as if they are stepping on clouds, under the warm sunshine, their bones are soft, and it is suitable to spread into a cake and take a nap.
"You have too much influence on me." This is not good, Hodge sighed, all his emotions were affected by Bright, the inner city people coveted him would make him angry, his injury would make him worry, he Her gentle words will quickly comfort herself.
"We are each other," Brett said with a smile, lightly stroking the nobleman's exquisite eyebrows, half-truthfully, "I had a nightmare, dreaming that you didn't want me anymore, and gave me away." It's still N people, Ma De.
Hodge's first reaction was "how is that possible".
Hodge couldn't bear the thought of letting slaves kiss and hug people.
The nobleman who originally planned to get rid of the slaves when he got tired of them had already made up his mind to let Brett wear that chip for the rest of his life, and he probably would not lose interest in him for a long, long time in the future.
Maybe it's a lifetime.
The author has something to say: Shou has completely fallen in love with Gong, but he has no three views and doesn't know how to treat people well. Gong will teach him