The warehouse keeper was eventually killed.
Yellow-brown hair by hand.
He seemed to have completely forgotten that his original target was No. 199, and he fell into a rage, regardless of the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and back, regardless of whether his team members were killed by the 40th team that turned back in time, or whether he was killed by others. Surrounded, he vented his fooled anger on that traitor.
There were bloodstains all over his hands, face, and body.
The warehouse clerk was already dead, but the bloody devil still punched the dead body on the head.
Eyeballs burst, nose sunken in, sharp teeth scratched his arm, and he still didn't stop.
The veteran murmured, "Is he crazy?"
"He has been sober." Brett knew that the opponent had figured it out clearly, and now there was a vacancy in his team.
"Welcome to Squad 40," he said to the yellow-brown hair.
"Wash it clean." Brett kicked the man covered in blood, minced flesh, bones and brains into the water.
He specially chose a quiet and remote place, lest the smell of blood would attract the crocodile to the route they were planning to set off.
However, everyone except him misunderstood that he wanted to enjoy the fruits of victory.
The yellow-brown hair threw all the clothes he couldn't wear anymore into the water, scrubbed his body quickly, and stared at Brett with cannibalistic eyes. His psychological quality is obviously higher than that of Brett, Shi Shi ran out of the water after washing, and he didn't care about walking birds under the camera in broad daylight.
Brett glanced at it, secretly satisfied: Hmph, not as good as me.
He threw the clothes from the corpse to him, but the other party looked at him almost bitterly, Brett was puzzled, he glanced at the sky, and urged: "Hurry up."
Seeing them coming back, Shouzhugan said in surprise: "So fast?" There was a clear look of disappointment on his face.
The veteran looked regretful, as if saying that the young people of this year were not good enough.
Brett, who just came to his senses: "..." Please clean up the yellow waste in your heads, thank you!
Probably experienced a fight together, the atmosphere in the team became much more harmonious, and some people took the initiative to talk to Bright.
"How do you know that he wants to betray you?" The yellow-brown hair didn't care about Brett's cold face, and asked, "How did you trick him?"
Hey hey don't make it so misleading please
Exactly how No. 199 succeeded in counter-killing No. 56 under all unfavorable circumstances is a question that everyone wants to know. The people on the raft pricked up their ears, the camera pointed at him, and the program crew was waiting for him to reveal the answer.
This is a good time to please the audience and show your wisdom. The stage has been set up and the ladder is handed to him. The actors only need to lift their legs and go up.
But Bright doesn't want to talk to someone who wants to kill him, and the character dies because the truth is everywhere, so he keeps silent.
The yellow-brown hair that had been held up by others in a smooth life all his life became angry from embarrassment: "Are you dumb?"
Brett: If the amount of talking is inversely proportional to the length of life, then he is dumb.
The old soldier and the thin bamboo pole were rowing behind, the big fool was running his nose into the sunset, Brett wanted to avoid the entangled yellow hair, turned to the old soldier and said, "I will replace you."
Yellow-brown hair: I am absolutely disgusted!
"Team leader, No. 199 is not cooperating at all! I'm so mad, let the crocodile bite him to death!"
The team leader wants to say that you are not alone, but he is currently receiving the communication from the assistant director, so he can only give George a supercilious look, and wipe his neck with his hands to signal him to shut up.
Because the No. 56 seed player joined the No. 40 team, this team will definitely advance, and from the tone of the boss, it seems that some big shots are interested in No. 199, so the crocodile will not be sent to attack them for the time being.
The team leader received the newsletter, saw that George was still very upset, and said: "At that time, just add subtitles. Interspersed with the scenes of No. 199 and the traitor, it shows that he has already seen through the other party's intentions. The assistant director said that No. 56 cannot be subtitled by a small role. The fact of the deception was broadcast, so he was dissatisfied with the traitor being shaken by No. 199's bewitching, so he killed it himself. Later, in the conflict between the two teams, No. 56 team unfortunately lost, and No. 199 admired him very much. If the team is not full of members, invite him to be your team member."
George had a shitty expression on his face: "No. 199 appreciates No. 56?"
The team leader shrugged: "He took him to take a bath, saw his naked body, and gave him clothes to wear."
George: ... I'm still too young, after all.
They continued to work, discussing how to weave the story.
The little wish of the dead warehouse clerk failed to come true after all.
Bright successfully advanced, and faced the group P scene again at the celebration banquet of the top 100. Because the yellow-brown hair followed him all the time, no one dared to harass him, and he actually obtained a rare peace, and his face looked better.
He was still alone, drinking the nutrient solution and not touching any food.
The yellow-brown haired man pressed down a young man with short wine-red hair and stared fixedly at Brett on the other side of the sofa, his mouth full of obscenities: "I'll fuck you! Let you kick me! Make you pretend to be dumb! Ah! !"
Bright: …
In the hallway at night, Brett met the short wine-red hair who had the misfortune to bear the wrath for him.
Brett took the initiative to greet him, and under the blank gaze of the other party, said softly: "Thank you, in the training room."
Before the start of the two-hundred-in-one-hundred game, the other party pretended to hook up with others in the training room, but in fact, they deliberately let themselves hear the news of the team formation so that they could be prepared.
Although he was still isolated due to various reasons, fortunately, things had developed well, and he was promoted smoothly and survived. No matter what, Brett had to accept this favor.
The man's eyes were very serious, and there was sincerity in those clear and calm eyes.
The young man couldn't help but sigh, the brown eyes can be so soft and warm, it reminded him of the dilapidated little brown bear doll found in the garbage dump, fluffy and soft.
He had never been looked at by such eyes before, and the young man with short wine red hair was so embarrassed that his ears were red.
He looked around nervously, as if he was worried that someone might be overhearing, and he was relieved after confirming that it was only them.
"No, it's nothing. In fact, I'm also from outside the city. I think we should help each other."
Brett was a little guilty. He was not from this world. He didn't know much about the situation inside and outside the city. He was afraid of talking too much and making mistakes, so he seldom talked about his own affairs. A "hmm" response would also be gleeful and non-stop.
"I'm here." Brett stopped at the door of his dormitory.
"Then... see you tomorrow, will you take me to training?"
"Can."
Brett walked into the dormitory, closed the door, and found his roommate staring at him hotly.
"Little/bitch/zi is very interested in you, so I'll spread/open/legs and tell you to fuck quickly." The roommate didn't have the consciousness of respecting other people's privacy at all, and licked his tongue ambiguously.
Brett frowned, warning: "He has a name."
"You!" The roommate was angry and glared at Brett. The latter looked back calmly, his eyes were firm, and although he didn't speak, he was full of strength.
Brett won the staring game without any surprises. In terms of expression management, he is at the king level.
In the end, the roommate turned over angrily and got off the bed, and ran out in two or three steps, leaving Brett with a loud slamming door.
Brett went to wash up without a word, and the other party probably went to his good friend to complain about himself.
The next day, Bright found out that he had been gossiped.
"Two people from outside the city got a piece!"
The author has something to say: Because Gong's current episodes are not enough, contacting Shou too early will definitely lead to death, so the foreshadowing has been done beforehand, and the scene with the master Shou is about to come.