1.
The door of the firearms storage room was half-hidden under the ruined wall. It was made of a decayed wooden door with large weeds growing on it.
Now, the Kill Show contestants doused it with fuel oil, burning the weeds clean and revealing the metal gate beneath the logs.
In addition, they have detonated five bombs. Although there are no hot weapons, this group of people are experts in making explosives from high-inflammation and high-explosive materials in the kitchen or bathroom.
As soon as Wei Xi's news came out, all the players gathered, and now the arsenal was as lively as a vegetable market.
The first team was nearby at the time and arrived on the scene within a minute. The first time the leader saw the metal box, he knew what it was. He circled around it, turned his head to look at Xia Tian, and said, "The organizer won't like it."
"Exactly," Xia Tian said, "I don't like the organizer either."
After a while, more and more people gathered, discussed excitedly, and started working in full swing.
Not far away in the summer, a group of people are experimenting with thermite—good thing they can get it out, and the numbers are dizzying. A network support staff next to them yelled that they were looking for death. They didn't understand what "3000 degrees high temperature" meant, but no one responded, and everyone looked like they were going to do something big.
Someone on the other side was testing liquid nitrogen, god knows where they got it.
Probably not too difficult. In order to play well, there are always countless deadly materials hidden in the seemingly home arena, it just depends on whether you can find it. And given that, most of the Kill Show contestants are half-chemists... at least with some knowledge of how to make a bomb out of that little thing in the kitchen.
Now, everyone has exerted their creativity, collecting dangerous materials all over the venue, and gathering them in this direction.
Xia Tian stood at the top of the arsenal and looked around, the scene was amazing.
The height of the alloy-cast building is over seven meters, and the building area is about eight hundred square meters. But now, this giant beast buried in the soil has been completely exposed. The surrounding soil has been pushed aside by explosions, corrosion, and human power, and fragments and burn marks can be seen here and there.
A few guys assembled a sealing instrument with a repulsive force field function, and temporarily modified it to push and tamp the soil, making it easier to work.
Others had removed nearby building slabs to serve as makeshift passages between the building and the mound, in a riot of colour, making the burial area of the serious steel behemoth look like a gigantic slum.
It was only six hours.
Xia Tian felt a kind of cold pride. The original plan of this thing was probably a week later, when someone accidentally discovered the blind spot and opened it after getting the pass code. The process would be elegant and decrypt the pleasure.
But now, the solid alloy shell under his feet was covered with corrosion and burn marks, exposed under the large number of fluorescent lamps, miner's lamps and disposable light bulbs found by the players, and the whole scene had a chaotic, crazy and desperate taste.
After all, everyone knows what lies in the depths of this garden island.
They have all seen white shadows flashing past the edge of the camera, or horrible corpses in the garden, and they know that now, lights are the only thing that separates them from the monsters outside.
And how weak this light is, in the hands of someone.
And it will go out anyway.
Monsters are hiding in the dark, waiting to drag people into it.
Not far away, someone was yelling "Let's go, let's start". A group of people trotted away from the zenith, and those who were doing other things also stopped to watch. The next second, a dazzling glare lit up, and the inside was a high temperature of nearly 3,000 degrees, lighting up the entire building, which was more intense than the half-set sun. dazzling.
It's hard to imagine how many crazy things these people have done to the arsenal in the past half a day.
Thermite failed, and there was a commotion at the arsenal's construction site.
"It won't work like this, it will take at least a week to melt through, who has the time, besides, there are not enough materials—"
"I think liquid nitrogen can be used first and then thermite—"
"Do it now!"
"Everyone calm down!"
There was a pungent smell in the air. After the light passed, a piece of scorched and messy melted metal was left behind. The alloy was still cold and sealed, which fully demonstrated the insurmountable height of technology in the world.
Xia Tian heard someone discussing next to him, saying that this thing is like a giant beast, still alive, refusing to give in to the ant-like players, only the organizer's agreement can be opened. The tone was mysterious, as if he was really talking about supernatural creatures.
But it's not, Xia Tian thought, it's just an alloy tortoise shell.
He stared viciously, thinking of all the ways to destroy it.
It was never a dead rich man's collection room, but a nightmare of high-strength alloy. A catastrophe that puts you so close that you can't do your best to protect yourself, your friends, your dignity, and... everything. And people just watch for fun.
Not far away, a group of people have built a few cars and are dismantling parts. It seems that they have some new ideas and are planning to make a big deal.
Bai Jing'an stood on the edge of the arsenal, staring down at his feet. He has been standing like this for ten minutes, his expression is very calm, but it fits the messy scene very well.
He suddenly said to Xia Tian: "I think there is a vent."
Xia Tian turned to look at him, Eric said: "But the underground closed area does not need vents."
Bai Jing'an nodded. It's not that no one has thought about it, but judging from the depth of the burial, the arsenal didn't leave any place for ventilation. It is a fully enclosed underground area.
"But there is no such thing as an 'closed underground area' in the world," Bai Jing'an said, "only an 'closed underground building'."
He stared at the behemoth at his feet.
"They built this thing for a month at most, and they must have used the formwork of an 'underground closed building'. And the house has vents."
Xia Tian looked at him for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked in another direction.
With a clear goal, he walked to an area on the west side, took two steps back and forth, stopped, knelt down on one knee, pushed the remaining soil aside, and stretched out his hand to press the uneven metal surface.
He felt a faint draft of air.
"I just said that my feet don't feel right." Xia Tian said.
Bai Jing'an came over, Xia Tian raised his head and smiled at him.
This was the first time An Xiaoyin smiled after his accident. Under the setting sun, this smile was extremely bright, reflecting strong light like the edge of a sword.
Then Xia Tian stood up, turned his head and shouted at the people next to him: "We have found the vent!"
The vent of the arsenal adopts the concept of "enclosed escape space" which is very popular in the world recently.
Now, a group of Slaughter Show contestants are discussing around that area. After measurement, the diameter of the vent is about one meter. If there is not a very slight airflow, there is no difference between it and the surrounding area. But underneath that, instead of a hard solid, there's a spongy structure.
—Yes, although it is a vent, it is also a high-grade alloy, and the current level of weapons cannot be opened.
This technology is currently mainly used as a valuables storage room. The configuration has gone through many rounds of optimization. Rich people almost have to build one in every house. Everything in it is self-sufficient, with top-level filters and central computers, and a lot of cleaning. Energy, capable of shrinking to the end of the world.
This is the template used in The Killing Show.
A group of people quickly discussed the plan, one by one expert, Xia Tian knew that they had found that way.
In a wild series of attempts just now, some of these things worked for the H-3 series of alloys. The reason why it can't be used is simply because the alloy is too stubborn, and it takes half a month to make a hole that one can pass through, and there is no such time here.
But going in from the vent is different.
It was getting dark.
Under the constant corrosion, the vents began to collapse downwards. At this speed, it would not be a problem to eclipse this area within twelve hours. Everyone began to have imaginations in their minds, thinking about the bright future of having a high-end energy gun in their hands.
The lights around the arsenal were turned on, and in the distance, the lights of the entire residential area were turned on.
On this island of gardens, only one-tenth of the place is occupied by human beings. The outside is full of large plants, dotted with dilapidated buildings and statues, indicating that there was a bloody history here.
This faint light was the only thing separating them from the monsters outside, but soon, they would have guns.
"The preparation is not necessarily enough," Wei Xi analyzed to Eric, "but after the alloy corrodes to a certain extent, bombs or high-strength fuel will work."
"That's not what I'm talking about," Eric said. "I mean, everything we can think of, the planning team can definitely think of."
When they were speaking, the group of their team was passing through a bluestone path not far from the arsenal. The rough fluorescent lamps deep in the branches and leaves were dimly lit, and most of them were blocked by the leaves. It was like a horror movie road.
It took no reasoning to see that the lamps were improvised, probably a remedy for a monster infestation in the garden.
A few of them went to the West Wing to drive the old gasoline sports car, which is said to be a classic model that uses rocket fuel. However, no one cares about aerospace technology these days, and "for rockets" is not a decent advertising slogan, but the fuel is still top-notch, and it can do its part to pry open the turtle's shell.
At this moment, everyone was scraping the ground to collect materials of high-risk chemicals in the garden, and it was in full swing. It was as if the group of people in the third competition and the entire planning team had done it.
Bai Jing'an is very curious about what the planning team looks like outside, most of them are looking for countermeasures.
A group of people continued to move forward along the bluestone path. The surrounding plants were murderous, encroaching on the road and buildings. In the shadows, strange statues could be seen flashing past. They were not carved by humans, but rather like totems of darkness itself.
The stage is frightening, terrifying, and stable as the world itself. But now there is a loophole in the "web of fate", life and death are out of control, and they are heading in an unknown direction—
For some reason, Bai Jing'an remembered that during the pre-match interview, Xia Tian made an explosion towards the camera, his smile was too bright and full of aggression.
It was a huge and dazzling impact.
The "Gods of Destiny" will stop at nothing to get their land back.
He nodded and said softly, "Other things will happen."
"Anyway, I'm used to it." Xia Tian said.
Bai Jingan laughed, Xia Tian stopped suddenly, looked around, Bai Jingan said: "What's wrong?"
"Have you smelled it?" Xia Tian said.
Bai Jingan was stunned for a moment, the light in front of him suddenly flickered and then went out.
Xia Tian quickly stopped, holding "Marshmallow" in his hands, at the same time, the lights behind them also went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.
2.
Those things have been watching them for a while.
The moment the lights were turned off, white shadows crawled out of the darkness, landed on all fours, and moved in groups. At first glance, there were nine or ten of them, and their shapes were almost human-like, making people creepy.
They vary in size, some are more than two meters long, some are as small as a baby, some crawl, some walk upright like a human being, and they move very fast and surround them.
As soon as they entered within ten meters, a white shadow in the front jumped up and rushed towards them. Xia Tian dashed forward to Bai Jing'an, piercing his head with a horizontal sword.
The hardness of the bone was close to that of a human, but the thing didn't stop and continued to rush towards him. Xia Tian crossed the blade and cut off half of its head. It didn't even have eyes, but it still didn't stop.
Xia Tian kicked the monster to the ground, stepped forward and chopped off its head.
Its body twitched constantly, and its mouth kept opening and closing like a human being, trying to bite something.
At the same time, a knobbly claw clawed at the back, and Xia Tian avoided it sideways. His movements were small, and the tip of his claws left a bloody mark on his back, but he swung his sword backhand in this posture, and the blade swept across a murderous arc, cutting the creature behind him in half.
He doesn't care about getting hurt, he has to be fast. This thing cannot be dealt with by cold weapons.
The two parts of the monster's body fell to the ground, and the front half didn't seem to know that it was dead, crawling with both hands, and wanted to attack.
Xia Tian has no time to monitor, his companion is already in critical condition. Throwing his sword sharply, he stabbed one of the Wehi monsters in the neck and nailed it to the tree.
Wei Xi fell to the ground, and Bai Jing'an next to him had just finished dealing with the one at hand, pulled out the marshmallow, cut off its head, and threw the sword back to Xia Tian.
The latter reached out to take it, and kept rushing forward.
A monster hiding in the grass jumped out, its sharp claws slashed across his waist with the sound of wind. The wound was deep enough to see the bones, but Xia Tian's movements didn't stop at all, he split the monster that attacked Eric with one blow, barely saved him from the sharp claws, and immediately turned to Bai Jing'an to save the scene.
The attack was sudden and deadly, and everyone had to deal with more than three of them. Adding a rookie like Wei Xi, the workload was even greater.
Everyone has died, and Xia Tian is covered in blood. If there is no marshmallow, everyone will have to confess here.
Ten minutes later, they stood awkwardly among the corpses on the ground. Until now, the monster is still twitching, the face of half of the corpse is distorted, the teeth are rattling, the desire to devour goes deep into the bone marrow, and finally starts to eat itself.
Xia Tian shook for a while, stretched out his hand to hold onto the tree trunk, and had to do his best not to kneel down.
He stared at the extremely curious and disgusting devouring scenes under his feet, knowing that this was not so much a hindrance or a ratings gimmick, but more like a punishment from the planning team.
He tried to stand still, it was okay, he was used to it.
Eric walked over with a cold face, and solved those deformed things one by one, Wei Xi followed to help. But in the end, there were still some small fragments that were still twitching. I really didn't know what to do, so I had to put them there.
The contestants call these things "white ghosts", and they are indeed very similar. They have human painful faces, and there seems to be a huge anger in their bodies, and they will not rest in peace even if they are turned into corpses.
It's just that it's not some mysterious energy that's making them twitch, it's genes.
Bai Jing'an came over and stretched out his hand towards him.
Xia Tian turned to look at him, his comrade was standing in a dark place, blood was still oozing from his forehead, the dim moonlight was shining on his face, his eyes were hard, as undeniable as the menacing night.
There is no weakness and weakness, only the evil spirit that penetrates into the bone marrow.
Looking into those eyes is like looking in a mirror.
Xia Tian gave him the sword.
The few people ran into two white ghosts on the road. These things obviously have intelligence and cooperation ability, and they quietly surrounded them each time.
Xia Tian barely stopped by leaning against the wall, and watched his teammates deal with the sneak attackers, so he didn't participate any more. Bai Jing'an asked him to stay still with a very serious expression.
When Xia Tian first got the marshmallow, Bai Jing'an tried it out, and said that he would buy one when he went back—he got started very quickly.
The man raised his sword, cut into the monster's chest, and then turned around. The man appeared behind the white ghost, and the sword in his hand turned into a long whip, wrapping around its neck. He jerked in the opposite direction, blocking the claws that came from behind him.
Then Bai Jing'an pushed the twitching corpse forward, the whip solidified in the air, turned into a long sword, pierced fiercely from the corpse's back, passed through the attacker's lower abdomen, and then slashed down—
He is like another person. This person grew up from the darkness, his killing movements were simple and ruthless, with a clear goal, and he was not deadly.
Bai Jing'an doesn't do things often, and always gives people the illusion of being gentle, but he was never that type. Xia Tian thought to himself, this person's skill is a typical downtown style, with the efficiency and cruelty of an underground arena.
Xia Tian looked at him quietly, waiting for the end.
There are very few waiting moments in his life, and he has never been able to stand waiting, but he knows that at this moment, he can relax and wait for the other party to call him to move on. They are going to the same place.
Half a corpse flew towards him, Bai Jing'an glanced sideways, there were mutilated corpses all around his feet.
Xia Tian saw some corpses covered with underdeveloped scales. He guessed that some of these creatures might live in water, so there are so many ponds in the garden, and each of them is bottomless.
In the future, he will definitely face this thing, and it will definitely be a fierce battle.
Bai Jing'an finished the last monster, stepped on the corpses on the ground and walked towards Xia Tian, Xia Tian leaned against the wall and smiled at him. He lost a lot of blood, and was shivering just now, but now his smile was so bright that it could light up the night.
Bai Jingan stretched out his hand, and Xia Tian pulled his arm to stand up straight.
He knew that the planning team didn't want his life, at least not now. The third arena is already in a mess, and the ratings are probably soaring all the way, and the ratings are the core of the problem. Killing yourself doesn't help with that.
If they want to kill him, Xia Tian thought, there must be a big enough scene.
Now is not the time.
But sooner or later.
Several people took back the car and contributed to the resources to open the arsenal. Then Bai Jing'an found a room where the master died, and helped Xia Tian treat the wound.
The garden is extremely dangerous, but the medical service is good to ensure that the players can recover from their injuries as soon as possible and work for the great cause of ratings.
Xia Tian was horribly injured, some places were very polluted, and some needed stitches. Bai Jing'an cleaned up the wound, stopped the bleeding, pressed Xia Tian's shoulder with one hand, and applied the medicine gel on him, and he could clearly see that his body tensed up due to the pain.
"You take it easy." Xia Tian said.
"It's the same if it's lighter." Bai Jing'an said, "It hurts when you get hurt."
Xia Tian stopped talking, and after a while began to mutter "this is very painful", Bai Jing'an said it was because of the irritating secretion on the monster's claws, and added half of the painkiller to him.
Next to them, Wei Xi's monitoring screen shrank into countless light spots, scattered around him like a nebula, with different sizes depending on the focus of the label. The largest screens show the security around the house, and the other two show the situation near the arsenal.
Even if everyone is busy, it doesn't mean they are safe now, and no one will take advantage of it. The composition of the contestants in the killing show is extremely complicated, but they are all villains without exception. These people gather in one arena, and they will not have any scruples in order to survive or make a fortune.
And now is the time when they are most prone to accidents.
After Bai Jing'an finished taking the medicine, Eric brought a piece of clothing to Xia Tian, who put it on slowly.
"Can you still fight?" Eric said.
"It's okay." Xia Tian said, "But don't be in such a hurry, it will be almost in the morning..."
That's what he said, but he still grabbed a handful of painkillers and stuffed them into his pocket. People like them can grab painkillers, knives, and bullets as easily as candy.
Wei Xi talked about the latest situation of the arsenal operation, several people discussed it, Xia Tian stared at a bunch of screens, and suddenly reached out and dragged a small piece.
He zoomed in on the screen, and it was a small piece of garden dimly illuminated by lights, it was so dark that it was almost black and white. The people inside are as thin as ghosts, and the barbaric forces from the outside seem to swallow this house at any time.
Xia Tian found that he still knew that place. On the other side of the residential area, at the end of a path with a large area of golden sweet-scented osmanthus, there is a lake with a nice name, Suijin Lake.
But at night, the darkness easily swallows the power of civilization... no, to be precise, civilization never existed here.
A torture is going on on the screen.
At first glance, here are two teams that just had an encounter.
Two people were killed in the losing team, one of them was tortured to death. Those people tied him to a tree with wire, and his death was horrible.
There was one survivor, the victor tied his hands behind his back with wire, and he was naked, and the group had been tormenting him for a while.
When Summer pulled up the screen, there was a guy in a black jacket saying "I think of a wonderful one", and then pulling the victim's hair and dragging him to a fallen stone sculpture next to the path. There's a lot of that kind of stuff here, to enhance the run-down effect.
Xia Tian doesn't know what kind of statue it is, it seems that it was a disc a long time ago, with a four-sided stone pillar pointing to the sky, and now it is lying on the ground.
The victim screamed: "All the treasure maps are with you, I swear—"
It sounds like torture, but Xia Tian realized what it was from the moment he saw it.
He also knew that this person really didn't know anything, these people just needed a name to use torture.
Up to now, Xia Tian already knows how common this kind of thing is in the killing show arena.
Earlier, he thought that almost all the people here were criminals and perverts, and he could imagine what could be fermented in the arena where the pressure is huge, unscrupulous and cruel behavior is encouraged.
But now, he realizes that this set is simply the unspoken rules of Xiuli. Specially prepared for VIP seats.
And in the show, there is never a shortage of people to do this kind of thing.
A bald-headed player stroked the sharp stone edge while looking at him. Realizing what these people were trying to do, the victim froze. He backed away desperately, yelling curses with all his strength.
The leader leaned against a tree, looked down at his phone, and looked up at the torture process from time to time. At this time, he said, "I think he needs a little 'lubrication'."
One of his teammates was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and someone next to him said he was too wicked, and then laughed too. A harmonious look.
Xia Tian knows this group of people. When they went out yesterday, they saw corpses flowing down a river with a beautiful scenery, and then ran into a robbery.
The scene was horrible, and the leader was the guy looking at the phone, Qi Qing.
He greeted them with a bright smile, he had small tiger teeth, and said that he was a fan of Xia Tian, and they should find a chance to have a drink.
Bai Jing'an returned the same smile, both of them looked calm and undercurrent. They all know that at another time, they would never be greeted with smiles.
3.
On the screen, Xia Tian was horrified to realize what "lubrication" meant, he could almost hear the sound of the sticky water with the bald hand poking into the corpse...
He felt nauseous, he hadn't been so nauseous in a while.
The black jacket squatted in front of the victim, grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head, and said sincerely: "I especially like the dark blue coat you wore at the opening banquet. It is very elegant."
The victim was facing the camera, and Xia Tian found out that he had seen him at a banquet before, and he was quite handsome. As a person who engages in a killing show, he lives a serious life, and seems to have a girlfriend.
Living to this round, most of them have seen each other on different occasions. Everyone was well-dressed back then, chatting about paychecks, houses, endorsements or sports cars.
But here, all pretense is stripped from the smile at the banquet, revealing the horror inside.
Under the dim light, Xia Tian saw a bald head press the victim's face that was praised as "very temperament" to the ground, and the black jacket stretched out his legs and kicked his legs apart, the other party had no more resistance He still kept cursing, saying that even ghosts would not let these bastards go.
Qi Qing leaned against the tree and laughed, and said: "You are mistaken, man, this is the 'City in the Clouds', there are no ghosts."
He looked at his phone without looking up. "There are 'ghosts' here," he said, pointing to the darkness beyond the light. "It's just something grown in the genetic laboratory, just for fun in the game."
A guy with a mohawk came along and...they "lubed" him with the blood and guts of his teammates.
The man struggled with all his strength, his voice was completely hoarse, and then he had a nervous breakdown and just kept crying. It didn't take long.
Unlike the previous blood sacrifice, this torture was full of sexual assault.
Xia Tian watched with hair all over his body as those people dragged the victim to the side of the stone pillar, two of them lifted him up, and stabbed that thing... from behind into that person's body.
The man was already half-stretched, and at this moment he screamed and struggled desperately, blood was everywhere on the screen. Several other people skillfully controlled his body and pushed him down.
Qi Qing watched this scene with great interest, there was no warmth in his smile, and the bloody scene came into his pupils, and there was only a void inside.
There was a "boom" sound from the side, Wei Xi's cup fell to the ground, his face was frighteningly pale, his hands were tightly clenched, and he made a defensive posture towards nothingness.
"We've got to go..." he stammered, grabbing for the knife on the table, "we've got to go get him, they're gonna kill him—"
"When you get there, the corpses are cold." Eric said.
Xia Tian stared at Qi Qing, "Marshmallow" unconsciously turned into a pitch-black knife, which he held tightly.
"When I saw you at the party, I thought they'd like you." The guy in the black jacket walked up to the victim and said, "You're so self-conscious that you kind of...well, people want to put you Destroyed things, see how you scream."
He grabbed his hair and pulled it out, and a bloody stone pillar was pulled out from his back hole. The man was crying so badly that his facial features were distorted. The black jacket was pressed down sharply again, the opponent twitched, and the stone pillar was inserted back into the body heavily.
"Sometimes the kill show gives us the illusion," said the abuser, "that if you can fight, you'll be free, and the world will treat you like a guest. But we're just here at a dinner table of rich perverts, See how they like to play with you."
"It's the same everywhere." Qi Qing said, his voice light and indifferent.
The black jacket tightly grabbed the victim's hair, violently thrusting, and even the rhythmic sound of sex can be heard. Every time he moved, the opponent twitched, but it was getting weaker and weaker.
Xia Tian has seen a lot of abnormal things in the lower city, and this kind is second to none.
He touched the video, it shrunk into a small dot, and returned to the countless flickering screens. I don't know how many killings took place in this cluster that flowed like stardust.
At the moment it was closed, they heard Qi Qing's voice saying, "Work has started."
Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, and dragged the screen back again. Qi Qing stood up straight and looked at a certain point on the screen. Obviously, a message was received in the contact lens.
"No way!" said a person who was taking off his pants - Xia Tian tried not to think about what he wanted to do. Everyone died.
Qi Qing glanced at him sideways, he quickly shut up, and put his pants back on.
Black Jacket said, "What's wrong?"
"It's that kind of thing." Qi Qing said, his tone was bored and nonchalant. He turned and walked towards the residential area, and the team members followed.
Behind them, the screen went blank, and several corpses fell in the dim light. One of them was hung on a prism of a slanted stone. The blood from his lower body stained a large disc red, and he could see the broken corpses of his teammates behind him.
Here, the human form appears thin and humble, an inconsequential game of horror and pornography.
The murderers, on the other hand, looked annoyed, and leaving the dead body was just throwing a pile of rubbish.
Wei Xi stood up suddenly, said "Sorry", rushed into the bathroom, and probably vomited.
Xia Tian raised his hand to adjust other cameras, and stared at this group of people, watching them come all the way to the residential area. He moved his eyes from one person to the next, utterly focused, like a wild animal before its prey.
At this moment, a light beep came from the computer.
System email notifications are the kind of things related to the main line that you must see.
Bai Jing'an opened it and said, "The invitation letter from the lawyer in charge."
The lawyer in charge said that the firearms collection room was Mr. Shi's favorite place, and he was not planning to participate in this event, but after some consideration, he felt that since Mr. Shi valued young talents so much, he would definitely want his relics to participate in such a grand event.
It probably means that the organizer is ready to open the arsenal.
After all, it's better than being eroded by a player through the vent, and then everyone climbs in one by one.
Wei Xi, who was pale from throwing up in the bathroom, turned on the camera. Several people saw An Ge rushing to the ammunition storage room, followed by a group of human and biochemical NPC bodyguards.
Xia Tian glanced, then looked away.
An Xiaoyin was also inside. After that incident, they transferred her to the accompanying team of the lawyer in charge, and she was often seen when monitoring operations there. She always walks on the edge of that majestic team, looking into the darkness deep in the garden.
All Xia Tian's reaction to this was just to move his fingertips, and then he looked at the arsenal hologram in the invitation letter. It was as if he hadn't seen her at all.
The invitation letter was specially equipped with a holographic picture of the arsenal. After opening it, rows of display cabinets spread out around them, and countless firearms were placed inside.
There are not only old-fashioned revolvers, but also more powerful rocket launchers, grenades, laser guns, concussion guns, sniper rifles, or unnamed next-generation weapons. The upper and lower floors are densely packed.
A few people stared at the picture, and Eric said, "The organizer wants to kill us all."
"They will control it." Bai Jing'an said.
"I want the heavy gun and piercer bomb bag of this Swift Eagle S." Xia Tian said, "Oh, and the new rocket launcher of Doom Destroyer..."
- After doing the digging of the arsenal, Xia Tian no longer expects the planning team to lift the ban on Marshmallow, and it's better to get a few guns in hand to be safe.
"There are also multi-purpose energy guns from the Pilgrim series," Eric said.
Bai Jing'an suddenly stretched out his hand and zoomed in on an area, several people turned their heads to look, and were speechless for a while.
"Magnetic virus bomb..." Wei Xi murmured.
"They really want us to be wiped out!" Eric said.
"This thing needs to be brought under control immediately."
"I don't even want to know what the organizers are thinking."
A group of people lamented that the situation was not good for this weapon. Just by looking at this pile of weapons, they knew how difficult it would be to fight in the fourth round.
They are not in a hurry to rush to the arsenal. Even if the organizer opens the agreement, it will take at least three hours to open the door. There are also many other teams who think so, and are watching from a distance, waiting for the best opportunity.
And Xia Tian is injured, it is more suitable for him to curl up in the sofa cushion.
"I still don't believe that they will just open the arsenal just like that." Eric said, "Hot weapons are a big event, and no matter how hard this fight is now, it is much worse than their expected income."
"And it won't be too hard." Xia Tian said, "Everyone is not stupid, just look at the formation and know that outside—"
He stopped suddenly, turned his head to enlarge a floating screen.
It was an image of Qi Qing and his group rushing to their residence. The light was very dark, but those who knew a little about the virtual network could tell that the Mohawk was sending messages quickly.
"To whom?" Xia Tian said.
"Under investigation," Wesch said, "they're using the Hull encryption protocol."
While speaking, the floating screen on the left showed that the lawyer in charge had arrived at the arsenal, and was saying to a group of "heirs": "The agreement on the door of the firearms storage room has been opened. I believe that for everyone here, the door is just like a brick." A shallow thing made of stone. There must be a fierce contest to win and lose, and the purpose of the competition will be fully achieved—"
Xia Tian stared at this scene for a while, then cursed suddenly, grabbed the sword and walked out.
Bai Jing'an muttered "Damn", and followed him out.
Eric asked from behind: "What's wrong?"
Wei Xi shook his head, grabbed the knife on the table and followed.
Earlier, Xia Tian and Bai Jing'an were discussing something quickly, and he heard their tactical plan say in a tone that made people feel a little creepy: "The planning team raised a lot of dogs in the show."
At this moment, the scene over the arsenal changed.
After the lawyer in charge finished speaking, he walked to the side and pretended to wait and see what happened. The other players were about to rush to the door of the arsenal when a small team suddenly surrounded them and blocked the door of the storage room.
Qi Qing's team.
The baby-faced demon stood at the front, looked at the players who were still gathering on the opposite side with a smile, and said, "Since the hot weapons are open, let's discuss the distribution of spoils first."
After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a brief silence, and everyone put their hands on the weapons. Everyone came here by licking blood with the tip of a knife. No matter how smiling they are, they can judge the signals of fighting and killing at a glance.
But at this time, another team directly jumped over the crowd and walked towards Qi Qing and the others. Walking in the front was Xu Yintian, a well-known star player. His footsteps were steady, and his teammates behind him were also calm and fearless, not at all like walking towards an opponent.
Qi Qing took a look, as if weighing their weight, then smiled, made a "welcome" gesture, stepped aside, and accepted them into his camp.
The people on the opposite side were agitated, and Eric said: "They are... dividing the camp."
"Won't there still be a lot of people without guns?" Wei Xi said.
"That's what they want," Eric said. "Melee combat, blood, and corpses are up to par."
He followed behind his teammates, and at this moment he suddenly reacted and said, "What are you going to do?!"
"Kill them." Xia Tian said.
"who?"
"Qi Qing."