1.
Under this kind of bombardment, a small half of the floor of the reinforced room upstairs on the right collapsed.
Through the fire and smoke, Xia Tian could see that there were also cages and gurneys in that room. During the explosion, some tiny terminals fell downstairs, shining stubbornly, illuminating the dense smoke and dust, like ghosts.
He stared at the edge of the damaged floor, the mysterious egg boss stood in the midst of the collapse and explosion, looking down at them. He was dressed in style, the new style that was going uptown.
Xia Tian threw another scrapped gun at his feet, and picked up the fourth one.
At the same time, Bai Jing'an behind him dealt with a wave of mimetic worms, without even looking at the boss above, he threw away the detector and picked up the largest caliber musket at hand.
He stepped over the remaining wall and walked forward. He glanced at the structure of the house, raised his hand and fired three shots at a load-bearing wall.
Even though the repair shop was in a mess, Bai Jing'an was familiar with it in his bones. He didn't even look at it, turned his gun, and shot at another load-bearing wall with his backhand.
When he did these things, his face was expressionless, cold and sharp, as if covered with a layer of ice.
Then he stopped firing, listened for a second, turned and backed away.
Having experienced such an explosion, the entire building was already quite fragile. On the zenith behind him, the building board slowly cracked.
Then the gap got bigger and bigger, and there was a "creaking" sound, and the whole zenith was trembling.
A few seconds later, with a bang, the floor of the mysterious house above completely collapsed. The condescending boss fell to the ground, his feet vibrated, the building board shattered, and the smoke and fire surged wildly.
Bai Jing'an retreated to a safe place, staring coldly at the scene of destruction before him.
Xia Tian had already stood in a position where he would not be affected. He had been grabbing the fourth gun, staring at the instruments that fell upstairs.
Then he saw it at a glance.
Because... that thing is very conspicuous.
Their important goal is the same as the controller of the final round in "Confinement 7", showing a streamlined shape like a crescent moon, with blue lights flashing, and it also looks elegant and mysterious in the scene of this large garbage dump, which can be seen at a glance It can be seen that it is a boss-level item, and it is one of the pervasive advertisements of the killing show.
Xia Tian raised his hand to shoot, the energy beam swept over Bai Jing'an's shoulder and hit the controller.
The controller exploded in the air, turning into countless debris that shone with blue light.
And the moment he hit, all the monsters stopped.
The contestants on The Killing Show weren't surprised, they all knew what it was. This is the scene after the destruction of the most common "slave operation" terminal console in the Uptown Monsters game.
The studios in the upper city have thoroughly studied the matter of fighting monsters. In order to prevent indiscriminate attacks by monsters when the equipment fails, they will first burn the main reaction nerves of mutant creatures and add control cores, leaving only some autonomous functions.
When there is no power to control the terminal, the monster will stop moving, like a toy without power, standing still there.
Bai Jing'an scanned a still scene, the light shone on the gray shirt, the clothes looked as hot as possible, but he was dressed in a cold and murderous manner.
He knew what to expect.
Xia Tian has been staring at the front.
After the zenith collapsed, several accomplices next to him fired forward with maximum firepower at the same time, hoping to kill each other after a wave of firepower.
At that time, they will be able to stay in the repair shop and try their best to carry it until the end of the commemorative show.
Xia Tian held the gun tightly, staring at the front, the situation was very wrong. He's pretty sure the bastard fell down with a bunch of instruments, gurneys, and corpses, but the explosion was loud, and there was so much smoke and dust that it couldn't be seen—
Then he saw him.
The man was tall and well-proportioned, well shaped and exercised. His master usually stands under the attack of gunfire, and the flames and smoke are separated around him, like a supernatural scene.
He stared at Xia Tian with a smile on his face. Xia Tian found that he remembered this smile, it was a face that felt that he could get everything for granted.
A group of Killing Show contestants stared dumbfounded at this illogical scene. They were still firing, but all the firearms, whether they were physical bullets or energy guns, spread out like a cloud in front of the man, turning into flowing flames or blue energy.
The scene is quite beautiful.
"What's this?!" Doug said.
"Personal energy defense field?" Wen Feng said.
"Is there such a thing in the world? Isn't it made up in the movie!"
"It's a conceptual technology, I didn't know it was done—"
"There is no such thing in the N-area massacre!"
"But this is not the N-block massacre." Eric said later, "This is a 'torture room' easter egg, and the boss is invincible."
The man stood amidst the gunpowder, smiling at a group of bewildered Killing Show contestants.
Xia Tian stared at him.
There is only a small battlefield between them, which is full of damage caused by the energy impact, scattered with charred and burning fragments, as well as the corpses of monsters and people.
At such a close distance, Xia Tian could clearly see his face: a thin, haughty, well-groomed face, and under this chaos, the hair was not messed up at all.
On the sofa in the dinner party after the third round, he also looked at Xia Tian like this, self-righteous and complacent, as if everything was in his pocket.
They looked at each other for only a few seconds, and the next battle began immediately.
Eric behind him suddenly grabbed a can of engine oil and threw it over. Xia Tian shot, and the flames exploded on the battlefield, temporarily blocking that person's face.
Several other people also reacted and shot in the direction of the defensive force field.
You have to shoot, and it probably won't work, but if you stop, the monster will come. They could all see the Kill Show High-Level Limited Edition high-caliber energy gun on his waist, and even with a small-caliber musket, you can't deal with such an enemy.
Although his skills are terrible, he can stand in front of them without moving in the midst of gunfire and explosions.
Being both weak and invincible makes this confrontation tragic and tragic.
Xia Tian looked at him for a few seconds, grabbed half of the fuel tank in the garbage dump, and grabbed a bottle of high-strength cleaning agent from the side.
Several other people shot without stopping, turned their heads to see his movements, Xia Tian put together a pile of things, then pulled the energy gun in Doug's hand, and removed the half-full magazine.
Doug said: "What are you doing, do you know what that is?!"
"We can't kill the defensive force field, we can only delay..." Wen Feng said.
Xia Tian had a gloomy face and said nothing. Bai Jing'an looked at him for a while, then adjusted the boost function of the "Fast Eagle" 20S energy gun in his hand to the maximum, and handed it to him.
There were gunshots and explosions all around, but the crowd fell into a subdued dead silence, when everyone understood the old saying: Is there any other way
Eric stepped forward silently, and handed the familiar three-purpose energy gun to Xia Tian, it was stained with blood, his hands were also full of blood, and the wound was split open again.
Feng Dan also handed over the gun without a word, and Wen Feng actually contributed an unfused bomb, who knows where.
The whole process was fast, calm, and without a word, and in a few seconds, a group of people gathered all the items that could explode with great efficiency. The heat-resistant tape was gone, Xia Tian tore off the leather loop that bound the hair, and tied the pile of things together.
He grabbed it and hurled it at the guy and his small energy field.
At the same time, he raised his hand and shot.
Before the boss in the execution room had time to speak, the pile of sundries found from the Hellfire repair shop was in front of him and exploded suddenly.
Different types of explosives gathered together, the extremely hot blue flame swept across, and the shock wave exploded violently, mixed with a large number of sharp fragments.
A group of Killshow contestants ducked under the table—they quickly prepared a cover in seconds. The explosion swept through the space in an instant, releasing highly flammable materials eager to burn and crush everything.
The whole space was scorching hot like hell, and at the moment when the strong wind swept past, Xia Tian stood up, propping up the table and jumped up.
He took the gun and walked through the burning repair shop without hesitation. A fragment slid across his right shoulder, but he ignored it, looking for the figure in the fire.
The bastard from the Honey Pavilion fell to the ground, the defensive field around him was still open, he was not affected by the impact, but was frightened by the explosion.
Xia Tian could see the overloaded flames constantly moving around his body, making buzzing sounds, and the force field might shatter at any time.
His face finally turned pale, and he looked at the small defense device on his chest in disbelief. Then he saw Xia Tian coming through the flames, stepped back a little uncertainly, touched the parts at hand, and made a scratching sound in embarrassment.
Xia Tian saw his own image reflected in his eyes, his hair was loose, his eyes were burning with flames, his whole body seemed to be on fire.
He raised his hand and shot the bastard.
There was only a .32 musket left, and the remaining defensive force field blocked the bullets, turning into flames and scattered within two feet of him.
Xia Tian kept firing another shot, this time the bullet rushed into the defensive net, but missed the aim and grazed the man's shoulder.
Blood oozes out, and the boss of the execution room glanced at it blankly, as if he didn't notice it, he probably took drugs before, his eyes were confused and crazy.
The defense net made an overloaded crackling sound, he stared at Xia Tian, and said suddenly: "I always wanted to meet you directly in the show, you really look like..."
Xia Tian shot again, this time piercing his lower abdomen.
The person on the opposite side didn't even look at it, as if they still didn't understand what happened. This time, Xia Tian was sure that he had taken too many drugs and didn't feel any pain at all.
This is the most unreasonable place in Uptown, full of meaningless madness everywhere, even death is meaningless, just a flash of information on the holographic screen.
The blue light at the last point of the defense net disappeared, the "tyrant" in the Easter egg in the upper city turned a blind eye to the explosion and crisis, still looked at Xia Tian, and said to him: "I have been thinking about what the real you look like when you cry—"
Xia Tian pulled the trigger toward his head.
He was quite sure that this shot would wipe him and his confusion and stupidity from the world forever.
Xia Tian had confirmed many things in his life, but the results were not very good. For example, he is very sure that he will live through the massacre with Xiao Xu and live happily ever after.
Later, he learned that it is better not to be too optimistic, the chance of disappointment is too great.
But at that moment, he was really sure that he could kill this person. He has accomplished everything and should not fail.
There was no reason for what happened after that. A white monster that fell on the ground and lost its will suddenly turned up and rushed towards Xia Tian.
The previous explosion distorted Xia Tian's hearing, and he didn't hear the voice behind him. But at the moment he pounced, he felt some faint uneasiness, almost a pure sixth sense, he suddenly turned to the left, the thing brushed his shoulder and flashed past, Xia Tian shot two shots at its head gun.
It struggled to get up, and Xia Tian was sure that another shot would solve it, but he couldn't pull the trigger again.
At that moment, he realized that he was injured, it wasn't serious, it was just that the worm forceps had scratched his right neck, but the speed at which the blood spread the toxin was astonishing.
He wobbled, trying to grab hold of the gun, but it slipped from his hand and landed on the messy field.
Behind him he heard the screech of gunfire—nothing much like a gun—and the chirping of a mimetic polyid, and Doug called out, "Why—"
"I don't know, the console is ruined, and the game ends like this!" Wen Feng said.
Xia Tian didn't hear Bai Jing'an's voice, everything became very far away.
He recalled the attributes of humanoid white worms, which had strong paralyzing toxins on their jaws, resembling spiders.
But it's more like a relaxant than a high-intensity paralysis. The people they devoured during the massacre in N-Block died sane.
He had been poisoned with it, and in a dark room they looked like ghosts.
At that time Xiao Xu pulled him out.
At that time, if you escaped, you escaped.
Behind him, Wen Feng still shouted in disbelief: "But no matter which game, film or strategy, the battle is over at this time!"
Xia Tian shook again, couldn't stand still anymore, and knelt on the ground on one knee.
Around him, the mutated creatures moved again, moving in an orderly manner, as if there was an invisible hand behind them. They attacked the intruders, turned a blind eye to the planner of the upper city, and regarded them as the same kind.
From the corner of his eyes, Xia Tian saw that "tyrant" calmly put a high-strength medical bandage on his body, walked up to him contentedly, smiled at him, and said: "The plan is good, but do you know what's wrong? "
Xia Tian didn't look at him, and quickly calculated the time for himself to recover his mobility. He knows this set of procedures, he hides fast enough, just brushes past, it won't be long—
"You think it's me you think you're dealing with. No, it's not me," the man said. "It's the show that's trying to get you. You can't win because you're the kind of people that used to be at the stake in the village. .People pay to gather in the square to see your pain as you burn."
He knelt down in front of Xia Tian, raised a lock of his hair, and said, "So, what shall we do next?"
2.
Bai Jingan was not sure what happened for a moment.
The plan he and Xia Tian made is a bit risky... No, it is crazy, but there is no other choice.
When Xia Tian rushed into the explosion, he followed closely behind, but at this moment he realized that something was wrong, he suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at a paralyzed humanoid white worm.
The monster's arm twitched, like a distant activation signal.
But it is impossible for someone to activate it from a distance. This is just an easter egg. The controller is destroyed, and the opponent is already here... Bai Jing'an felt a chill. Mutant creatures are of course controlled by someone, and it is not the pervert who controls everything. It is the planning group.
It's as if there is no experiment to collect data in the repair shop, it's just torturing people.
Bai Jing'an suddenly turned sideways, dodging a mutated creature rushing from behind, the venom on its claws flashed, used to paralyze, capture and torture, every step was planned, of course it had to be used.
Another mutated creature rushed from the right side, Bai Jing'an dodged it, and pulled out a gun from his back, leaving only the musket with the smallest caliber left. He shot it in the head, and it ran two meters before falling to the ground.
Bai Jing'an fired another shot at the white worm standing up twitching at his feet, thinking that he must find a new weapon, otherwise it would only take a few minutes to wipe them all out, while avoiding the third monster that rushed over.
In a flash, he immediately realized that there was something wrong with his feet, an ominous softness. Before he could stop his feet, the third humanoid white worm rushed from behind.
This is a planned hunt, no one is in full control, and it is impossible for two creatures to cooperate like this.
Bai Jing'an stopped his movements abruptly, avoiding the mimetic worm under his feet. This was not easy, he staggered in embarrassment, a white worm pounced at the right moment, and its human-like claws caught his shoulder.
Bai Jing'an fell to the ground and smashed the handle of the gun heavily on its head with his backhand. Once, followed by a second blow, it was a primitive hand-to-hand combat.
As it backed away, he thrust the barrel of the gun into its mouth so hard it kept firing, and its head exploded at his side.
The monster softened, Bai Jing'an pushed the corpse, wiped the blood from his face, got up and looked for Xia Tian.
He feels bad. It's just an easter egg, there is no reason to continue with such illogical means, it must have some purpose. And on The Kill Show, the purpose is always simple: to entertain.
Then the person it focuses on calculating must be Xia Tian.
Then Bai Jingan saw that scene.
The smoke in the hall was still there, Xia Tian fell to the ground, and the humanoid white worm knocked him to the ground, which was exactly the effect the program group wanted.
The pervert in Honey Court is pulling a rusty iron chain from the corner. It was previously tied to a mutant creature—probably a hellhound—and it is stained with blood.
With a smile of enjoyment, he wrapped the thing around Xia Tian's neck, locked it with a lock, and said to him: "Beasts should be chained."
Bai Jing'an felt his blood go cold.
He grabbed the gun, walked towards that direction with a gloomy face, and casually killed a monster that rushed over, not far away...
A huge shock hit him hard as he crossed the empty field.
At that moment, he felt that every cell was boiling, his mind was blank, the white blazing light was burning his retinas, and all he could see was a painful pure white.
When he realized it, he fell to the ground, paralyzed all over, and his mouth was full of blood. A clear idea popped up in his mind: Encapsulate the strong electric shock effect of the energy grid.
A type of encapsulation net commonly used in prisons, an old torture thing.
Bai Jing'an struggled to get up, the gun landed not far away, he tilted it, reached out to pick it up, and looked up at Xia Tian—
Then he froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the surrounding scene.
He's in a concrete cubicle, not a building slab, but an old-fashioned brick building.
Sometimes houses are built like this in the lower city, and they are gray and ugly, and this one is the same, with graffiti on it, writing all kinds of anger and unwillingness, and "come again if you have a kind".
Bai Jing'an is very sure that he is still at the original location, he has not moved the location, and he has not traveled back to the past... And a minute ago, there was absolutely no wall here.
But now, the wall stands there as a matter of course, and the style is not even obtrusive. It is obvious that the scene planning has done meticulous modeling, and even the scorched marks of the explosion have not been ignored.
Bai Jing'an also knew what this place was, a temporary prison. In the downtown area, they are often found in executive mansions, police stations, repair shops, or storefronts, where they are used to lock up impromptu criminals, and they are also found in the mansions of rich people.
It's just that the Hellfire Repair Shop doesn't have this stuff...
He suddenly realized what it was, that this prison didn't need to have ever existed.
In the final edit, the official will edit it to look like it has always been here, and I accidentally fell into it. And that pervert has a remote control device in his hand, and he activated it quickly, and the planners will make up a reason. They always have the upper hand.
He was stunned to see half of someone's body not far away, being torn apart by the mutated creature, and his legs were trembling as if they were alive. It's Wen Feng.
That kind of anger and chill permeated his bones, Bai Jing'an stood up, but fell again. He struggled to get up again, the person beside him shouted something to him, but he didn't hear it, he just looked in the direction of Xia Tian.
The pervert in Honey Pavilion was dragging Xia Tian onto a large gurney, which was still stained with the blood of a deceased person, and then he fastened the chain, as if Xia Tian was another mutated monster.
He ran down Xia Tian's right leg with one hand, stroking it slowly and erotically, Xia Tian was lying there barefoot, the shoes did not know when he took them off.
He said to Xia Tian in a sweet voice: "I've always thought your feet look good, the arch of your feet is simply perfect..."
He stroked Xia Tian's right foot, it was hard to imagine that touching a person's foot could be so obscene.
Xia Tian seemed to be trying hard to retract his leg, the man's hand was stroking up his ankle, he struggled with all his strength, the pervert took a step back, laughed, and said: "I can still kick people."
Bai Jing'an watched him turn around coldly, walked slowly to the nearby waste pile, and took out a three-foot-long crowbar from it, one end was sharpened, it was a common weapon in the lower city.
He walked back to Xia Tian, put one hand on his comrade's right knee, showing a sweet smile, firmly grasped the crowbar with his right hand, and stabbed down fiercely.
This was not easy, he even paused for a moment, maybe because he touched a bone, but without hesitation, the steel pipe ruthlessly pierced through Xia Tian's calf, nailing him to the bed board.
Xia Tian's body tensed up suddenly, and he couldn't gather any strength after being hit by the paralyzing toxin. You could see how much pain he was in. He was gripping the bed board with his left hand, and his neck was tilted back, but he didn't make a sound.
The pervert looked at it for a while, then slowly stroked his finger along the crowbar, caressing Xia Tian's right foot erotically, and said: "Now, I can play however I want."
The hall was in a mess, but because most of it was made of building panels, there wasn't much dust, and there was a kind of desolation after the battle.
The gas pipes in the wall stick out like broken bones, which is a typical illegal construction in the lower city. Bai Jingan felt dazed for a moment when he saw this scene.
He seemed to have returned to a certain time when he was still in downtown, although the virus had already torn the memory of that time to pieces, and there was only darkness. He didn't know where he was or who he was, but he felt an unspeakable rage burning in his veins, tearing him apart.
But now, the anger is cold, freezing the blood. Bai Jing'an stood in the prison cell, watching that pervert erotically caressing Xia Tian's right foot. His face was pale, as if covered with ice and snow, which made the color of blood stand out even more.
He waved away the people behind him, and took a crooked step towards the grid. Doug grabbed him again, and only then did he notice that he and Feng Dan were also there. It seemed that the scene of the accident was close, so they were framed in the same cell.
Doug said: "They won't kill Xia Tian, they just-"
He stopped, not knowing what to say later.
Feng Dan said in a hoarse and cold voice, "They just want to play with him."
Beside the gurney in the hall, the pervert smiled at Xia Tian and said, "I just like your eyes."
He turned his head and found another half of the steel pipe, the crack was not sharp enough, he slowly burned it red with an energy gun, and said to Xia Tian: "This will hurt a bit."
The red-hot metal ruthlessly inserted into Xia Tian's right arm, embedded in the gurney.
This time, Xia Tian couldn't even hold onto the edge of the bed, Bai Jing'an heard him moan slightly, extremely depressed, as if whimpering. This sound only arouses sadism in man.
The man stared at Xia Tian, suddenly grabbed his hair with one hand, exposing his neck more, leaned over to bite his throat, and poked his other hand in from the hem of the T-shirt.
"It's a waste to stay in the lower town for so long, you should have come up here long ago." He said, his voice full of lust, while fully lifting up his summer T-shirt, "In a moment, you will call me whatever I want you to say." cry; how to cry, how to cry... "
He went on to talk, obviously having a lot of fantasies about Xia Tian, and now he is showing it in front of the camera without hesitation.
Bai Jing'an saw Xia Tian's face, that person was just looking at the corner of the dirty wall, looking very lonely.
There was something cold and gloomy in his expression, without any hope for reality. Sometimes you see this flash of desperation in people's faces. It was probably the same when he himself looked in the mirror.
But there is something planning and burning in those pupils, even though it has reached such a point, there is still undisguised hatred.
He will probably never give up, he will keep trying until the last moment.
Bai Jing'an recalled the first time he saw Xia Tian, he felt that he was basically a lunatic, completely reckless about the consequences. He didn't understand why that person would still be so indifferent after losing so much, it was clearly broken into ashes, but he still insisted on burning.
Bai Jing'an broke away from Doug's hand and walked to the grid.
He raised his hand, the palm of his hand was less than one centimeter away from the power grid, he could feel the fluctuation of powerful energy, carrying the message of punishment and pain, as well as the change of energy distribution.
In front of him, Xia Tian bit "Anything can be adjusted", the man had blood on his lips, and said to Xia Tian with a smile: "I can still bite people."
He turned around to get the third steel pipe, Bai Jingan stared at the scene ahead, his fingertips moved precisely against the grid. This is an old-fashioned encapsulator, and fluctuations and unevenness are unavoidable, especially if they are still using an old downtown model.
He looked in a mess, his hair was messed up, his face was stained with gunpowder smoke, dust and blood, but he stared at the encapsulation net with a gloomy expression.
Bai Jing'an always felt that he deserved to die in the massacre at that time, so that he would no longer have to see everything in the future, and would not have to face endless headaches and nightmares. But now, he doesn't want to die at all.
There was only anger in his head.
Bai Jing'an stopped his movements, the current distribution was uneven, and it was obviously stronger on the west side, forming a radiation area.
His fingers stopped a millimeter away from the electric grid next to the wall, and he had to be absolutely sure of this position, he didn't have any chance to waste.
He reached out to touch it without hesitation.
3.
Bai Jing'an got up from the ground again, and fell down because he couldn't stand still. The pain burned his internal organs like flames. He heard Doug calling from behind: "Bai Jing'an, calm down!"
Bai Jing'an felt that he was very calm. He spat out the blood from his mouth and pulled out the gun in his back.
He already knew the model number of this packaging instrument. Encapsulation master type 2-7, old-fashioned energy grid, the size of a palm, nailed to the door wall.
He calculated quickly, found the angle, and shot diagonally at the concrete wall.
The bullet hit the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust and leaving a crater. Bai Jing'an didn't stop firing the second shot.
He moved very steadily, but under the dim light of the fluorescent lamp and the distorted power grid, he looked as pale as an evil spirit that had only awakened from the Shura field, and would be wounded by a huge force if he touched it.
"Anything can be tuned" heard the gunshot, but didn't even look at him, he knew that Bai Jing'an only had a .32 revolver, and the bullets were useless to the power grid.
Bai Jingan stabilized the handle of the gun, fine-tuned the angle, and fired the third shot.
The bullet crossed the holed wall, and penetrated the external encapsulation device obliquely from behind. The energy grid made a buzzing sound, flickered a few times, and then went out.
Before it disappeared completely, Bai Jing'an raised his hand, and hit the exposed gas pipe with another shot.
When it came into contact with the gunfire, the old-fashioned gas pipe burst instantly, and the flames burst out and spread wildly along the zenith. In a blink of an eye, a large piece of the building board collapsed, and the crushed zone extended, tearing up the entire maintenance area.
Nothing happened in the prison area, probably because the planning team changed the architectural pattern too hastily, and even changed the interior of the house.
All that pervert's attention was on Xia Tian, and he realized it when the explosion happened. He took a step back in a hurry, but a built-in pipeline burst open, making a huge blasting sound. He was startled and almost fell down.
This explosion was accompanied by a large amount of flames. Although the combustible gas had not been used for a long time, the energy was still huge. Several bottles containing combustible materials exploded, and the room was scorching like hell for a while.
Bai Jing'an walked into the flames.
He was murderous, but his footsteps were steady, without hesitation, and he had the aura of killing gods when meeting gods, and killing Buddhas when meeting Buddhas.
Doug watched him from behind, and for a moment felt that it was a stranger who was completely different from Bai Jingan who was walking towards the battlefield.
The flames opened their teeth and danced their claws, dyeing the battlefield bloody.
The mimetic polyps receded, but several humanoid white worms still roared and rushed towards them. The planning team still wanted to maintain the situation and let the toys return to their original positions.
Doug shot from behind and hit one of them in the face. It tilted and tried to continue to charge, but Feng Dan followed up with another shot, which shot diagonally through the head, and it fell to the ground dead.
By now, all they have on hand are small-caliber guns, which can't help much. But those who are alive are veterans, and people like them can kill no matter what they have in their hands.
Bai Jing'an walked over, and faintly saw that bastard from Honey Pavilion.
After a brief recharge, the weak blue light of the defensive net was still shining around this "can adjust anything". He must have taken too many drugs, and there was a planning team behind him, but when he saw Bai Jing'an, there was still strong fear in his eyes.
For him, victim rage or a desperate fight is common in shows, movies or games, where you have the equipment in your hand and it's easy to deal with.
But at this moment, he felt shuddering.
The boiling anger was so close, so real and huge, different from the effect of medicine, it seemed strange and deadly, completely different from what he imagined.
"Anything can be adjusted" took a few steps back, just as he saw a humanoid white worm lying in ambush behind the lying gurney and pounced on Bai Jing'an.
The distance was too close, the man didn't even use a gun, he just moved his lower body slightly, raised his hand to grab the monster's neck, and twisted it off.
This one is sharp and ruthless, textbook-standard, beautiful as if it has a spotlight, and it is cruel with no room for change.
"Anything can be adjusted" shivered, turned around and ran, this was the first time in his life that he wanted to keep a distance from the scene of the killing show, the farther the better.
Bai Jing'an only had a .32, it was difficult to hit him in this kind of chaos. Even if he was shot, as long as he didn't die immediately, the medical team could always make it seem like it never happened.
This made him regain a little bit of confidence, the show is just a game, as long as you have sharp eyes and quick hands, you can use your brain more.
He turned his head and watched Bai Jingan walking towards Xia Tian gloatingly, ignoring a few long mimetic polyps on the zenith.
This is also normal, the mimic polyp is afraid of fire, so it is impossible to appear in such a place. But all the monsters here have biochemical chips in their bodies, which allow them to go against their biological nature and act according to the requirements of the planning team.
The way he stared at that person, Bai Jing'an looked very strange at this moment, not like him. This tactical planner was always cold and distant, but now he was all dirty, with blood on his face... No, it wasn't his appearance, something on the battlefield invaded his entire demeanor and movements, making him look like a monster. Star, an evil spirit.
Bai Jingan rushed to Xia Tian's side, at this moment a mimetic polyp hung down from the top of the zenith, wrapping around his right arm suddenly.
Then it slid down quickly and curled up to his chest, pulling him up.
Bai Jing'an noticed it the moment he touched it, he bit the barrel of the gun in his mouth, and went to draw the dagger in his boot—a gun is useless against this thing.
He pulled and pulled hard in the opposite direction, twisted his legs around the tentacle-like thing, stabbed it in with a knife, and slashed downward.
The Mimic Hydra literally cut him into two pieces and lost his strength. Bai Jingan landed on the ground, glanced quickly, and saw a high-strength cleaning agent at his feet.
It was used when attacking the defense network in the summer before. The shell is about some kind of high-strength alloy. It didn't explode, but it has been burnt beyond recognition, and it will be broken in a blink of an eye.
Another Mimetic Polyp rolled over from behind, and there are already five or six of these super-large things lying on the zenith, vowing to interrupt this rescue.
Bai Jing'an picked up the highly flammable cleaning agent with one foot, and grabbed it with his hand.
According to the angle at which the mimetic hydra rolled him upwards, Bai Jingan threw the metal bottle upwards, it drew a steep arc, and at the apex of the line, he raised his hand to shoot.
The crimson flames exploded on the zenith suddenly, there was a hissing sound of scorched flesh above, the tentacles let go, Bai Jing'an fell to the ground, staggered slightly, but immediately stood his body firmly, blocking the top of Xia Tian.
The fragments of the explosion scattered everywhere, he didn't want Xia Tian to get hurt.
"Anything can be adjusted" stared blankly at this scene, just when Bai Jing'an turned to look at him.
The man's forehead was injured, and half of his face was bleeding, like an evil spirit from hell.
"Anything can be adjusted" panicked and pressed the small defense device hard, trying to adjust the force field to the maximum, at least one bullet can be disturbed—
In the chaos, he saw Bai Jingan raising his hand to shoot. Then he realized the bullet hadn't hit him, he didn't understand... and at that moment, the crumbling zenith above him came crashing down.
A large cloud of smoke and dust rose up around, and the meager defense network couldn't resist such all-round pressure, it flickered for a while, and completely failed.
Countless building panels knocked him to the ground, and an old-fashioned steel bar pierced his lower abdomen. The pain was severe and strange, and he screamed out.
He didn't know what to do. No matter how hard he struggled, the pain was still there. The scene was extremely dangerous and he couldn't find the stop button. He was overwhelmed by the hellish scene of the most beloved kill show.
Bai Jing'an stood in the burning repair shop, half of his face was covered with blood, and his whole body was full of murderous aura. The burning monster above was like a sky composed of death and flesh and blood, chilling and powerful.
He retracted the knife and turned to look at Xia Tian.
An iron chain was around his comrade's neck, locked firmly to the metal bars on the gurney, preventing him from moving an inch. The man had pierced his right knee, and the wound looked even more horrific up close.
His hair was soaked with sweat, but he still stared at the place where "Anything can be adjusted" disappeared. Even at this point, his eyes were still full of violence and hatred.
Bai Jing'an shot and broke the chain, Xia Tian realized something and turned to look at him.
He looked at Bai Jing'an as if he wasn't sure who he was, what the situation was, and why someone came to save him.
Bai Jing'an reached out and pulled down the T-shirt that Xia Tian had lifted up, his movements were as gentle as possible, but it probably meant nothing to him, it was too much pain.
"I'll hurry up," he said, his voice low and unspoken.
He grabbed the steel pipe on Xia Tian's right knee, stopped for a second, took a breath, and pulled it out.
The body under the palm twitched, and there was no strength left to react.
He went to pull out the metal tube inserted into Xia Tian's right arm, it was inserted in the high temperature, and it was stuck together with the flesh and blood, making him want to vomit. Bai Jing'an felt huge anger surging in his chest, wanted to explode, but didn't know what to do.
Xia Tian lay there, shivering only when he pulled out the metal that pinned his hands and feet.
There was another explosion, and even the reinforced fire-resistant building panels were as brittle as cardboard under so many bullets, fuel oil, and combustible gases.
Bai Jing'an helped Xia Tian off the gurney, the man's feet touched the ground, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment. Bai Jing'an knelt beside him, grabbed his arm and dragged it back, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. The explosions continued.
The organizer's plan is very clear, Bai Jing'an thought gloomyly, abolishing Xia Tian's hands and feet, like pulling out the sharp claws of a wild beast, and then letting go of the hands and feet to torture, so as not to be backlashed.
It's always been like this in the world, to get all the good, thrills, and "thrills" and smash them on camera... thinking it's going to cost you nothing.
Xia Tian was dragged back, he didn't speak, only his pupils became deeper and deeper, searching the hall filled with smoke and dust, with extreme paranoia.
Then he raised his only intact arm, and picked up the gun that Bai Jingan pinned to his back. His fingers slipped twice before he held it firmly. He hadn't recovered his strength yet, and his movements were light but precise.
Bai Jing'an glanced at him, Xia Tian's long hair was scattered on his shoulders, he looked embarrassed and pitiful, but he looked down at the bullet calmly.
There was only one bullet left, Xia Tian slid the wheel back with one hand, his hand was steady, he knew what he was going to do.
He raised his gun and waited a few seconds, gathering strength.
In the smoke and dust, he saw the figure of the "tyrant" in the torture chamber, pushing away the building boards that were holding him down. A steel bar was stabbed in his lower abdomen, and he seemed to finally feel the pain. But the planning team will not let him die by accident.
That person also saw Xia Tian, was stunned for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and ran in the opposite direction in embarrassment. At this moment, all identities, roles and protections are gone, only the most primitive paranoia and anger, hunting and being hunted.
Xia Tian stared at him, the fire reflected in his pupils, cold and scorching hot, as if it could devour everything and set the whole world on fire.
He held the aiming motion for three seconds and pulled the trigger.
This gun was very stable, and it hit the back of the head of "Anything Can be Adjusted". The bullet penetrated into the brain stem, and the fragments exploded. The medical department in the upper city could not save it.
The man fell to the ground, his eyes still open, looking at the exit.
As long as he goes to the door and enters the realm of mutant creatures, the show will be over, and the game of his life will continue. There, death is always there, but enjoyment never ends...
Xia Tian shot the last bullet, lowered his hand, looked at the fallen corpse in front, and raised the corner of his mouth.
He was so badly hurt that he couldn't even stand up, and there was a cold rage in the depths of his eyes, but his smile was bright and proud.
In this nightmarish revenge, this smile is like an overly sharp knife edge, so bright that it makes one's heart palpitate.