1.
"He can't kill Qi Qing!" the assistant director shouted.
"Can you make a phone call? Gosh, it's time to give them built-in earphones!" another called.
"Even if there is, do you think he will listen?!"
"I just said, we have to build punishment facilities for them, and get a miniature implanted electric shock device. These people will not be obedient if they don't get punished!"
"The next session will be there, but the problem is that this session has not yet!"
"We can't let them kill Qi Qing!"
Yakovsky took a big gulp of wine, the headset was in a mess, he didn't speak, and some people actually crowded into his office, saying that he had to give an explanation immediately, so that the next step could be planned, and he was still on the channel yelling.
"Qi Qing is one of us!"
"They're all 'our people.'"
"He can't kill Qi Qing, that's Qi Qing!"
"Why not?" Jakovsky said. "This is a kill show, not a boys' game theme park."
As soon as he finished speaking, another explosive feedback ushered in. The two planning teams were blown up, and fans blew up the phone calls on the official website.
Qi Qing's popularity is quite high, and Yakovsky admires the sincerity of his planning team, his face and character are antonyms. This person can be ruthless when he needs to do dirty work, and he has always had a tacit understanding with the planning team.
There has to be someone like this, you have to control the development of the show, kill certain people, or achieve some purpose, fools believe that things in reality shows are random.
Another communication came in, and Yakovsky took a look, Georg's, it was painful.
He drained all the wine in the stainless steel bottle before mustering up the courage to plug it in.
The first sentence of the general boss said: "He can't kill Qi Qing!"
"He may not be able to kill Qi Qing, he is injured." Yakovsky said.
"Gosh, I should put collars on them, so they will be obedient on and off the court!" Georg continued, "Do you know how much money they make a day now? I want them to live, die The next round of performance appraisal will be ugly!"
"But when we get here, we have to die." Yakovsky said, "We will go this route in summer. Judging from the ratings of the third arena, everyone likes this—"
"Then he can't kill Qi Qing, that's Qi Qing, not just any newcomer!"
"But our popularity has always been maintained by dead people." Jakovsky said, "Qi Qing's popularity is good now, but the audience's interest shifts quickly. We never keep someone alive. The way to make money is to guide They follow new people."
"This is your suggestion?" Georg said, "Leave it alone, let Xia Tian kill Qi Qing, and turn the entire third arena into a carnival show?"
"I didn't say that." Yakovsky said, "Boss, you really know what Xia Tian is going to do, right? Normal people do this to die, and he's still injured—"
Georg snorted.
"You just want Qi Qing to die." He said.
Yakovsky wanted to say something more, but the phone hung up.
The messy quarrel came in again from the earphones, a lot of people were talking about things like "ratings", "popularity" and "victory of popularity PK". Can't hold on for a second.
Yakovsky finished half a bottle of wine, let his mind go for a while, and called back, but there was no response at all.
He kept hitting, not knowing why he was so nervous.
He wanted to say: "I haven't finished talking yet, have you seen what Xia Tian is going to do? He is crazy! But even though he is crazy, he is still the company's biggest cash cow. If he is going to die, you can explain it to him. By the way , he still has a backstage, I will definitely not explain to Mr. Minkov why something happened in Xia Tian!"
— He'd seen the kid twice at private parties, just a kid, but the way he stared made him shudder. He didn't want to look into those eyes at all.
He knew how badly he was injured in Xia Tian, and what he wanted to do, he was definitely not as relieved of him as Georg.
This man... doesn't really think he's going to survive. He is very smart, with top-notch talent for killing people, and has the tenacious nature of a downtown man, which is why he has survived until now. But from a certain point in his life... he was just looking for a way to die with dignity.
Still no one answering the phone, Joe Boss is probably having a good time with his group of male and female bedmates, which is what he mainly does in life.
Yakovsky laughed nervously.
What's interesting is that when someone like Xia Tian started to confront the planning team and said who he was going to kill, the whole world believed that he would succeed. Everyone thought that he was so powerful that he could have whatever he wanted.
If he said that the upper world should be destroyed, there would be no need for the entire floating city.
He knew why, this was the result of their hard work in creating gods for so long.
The noise continued in Yakovsky's headphones.
Qi Qing is also a master, and his elite squad has gathered three, and the number is still increasing. But this group of people acted as if as long as Xia Tian chose him, Qi Qing would have to die on the spot.
The real-time monitoring information of the public relations media shows that the number of registered fans in Xia Tian has now reached a dizzying astronomical number, and it is still increasing.
This is marketing. They give everyone the most exciting plots, the most interesting characters, the most conflicting relationships, and find friendship, blood, passion, betrayal, the truth of human nature...let them spend money and turn them into "fans".
They lure everyone into doing the same thing, and when they lose interest in it, they become obsessed with something new. Their job is to get people used to being crazy, not thinking.
In the floating city, no one can escape the killing show and everything it radiates. You don't need to be rational, just go with the frenzy.
Yakovsky opened the virtual homepage of the Temple of War, and looked up at the bloody statue he guided and built.
The corpses under its feet are increasing rapidly.
He has seen a theory that religion is a deception of human nature. How childish. People need a god, that's why it exists, covering the sky like a dark cloud. It is a disease in human nature. Even if the current technology can cure all diseases, it will follow them to the end of the world.
This is the way to sell a product, no one can refuse. In this era of consumerism, nothing can represent the peak of Fujin Group's business more than selling a god.
It's just that when you create a god, you need to pay a price. God is never a game.
In the real-time video on the main screen, Xia Tian injected himself with an analgesic again. He was very skilled in doing this, and he didn't care.
Potions will relieve pain, but they will also prevent you from accurately judging the injury and pulling back to protect yourself if necessary. But Xia Tian never cared about this.
Bai Jing'an looked at him injecting painkillers without any scruples, and said, "Xiamen!"
Xia Tian turned his head and smiled at him, saying: "It's all right."
He put his arms around Bai Jing'an's shoulders, and said with a nonchalant expression, "You will take care of me, won't you?"
"But you have to control yourself." Bai Jing'an said.
Xia Tian smiled at him again, and rubbed his hair, it's hard to imagine that there would be destruction under such a bright smile.
None of them can take care of each other, Jakovsky thought, and they know it... Maybe not. Maybe this is a kind of tacit understanding that he has never been able to figure out, he sometimes sees this kind of thing in people from the lower city, some kind of dignity found in death and despair—he is very sure that Bai Jingan belongs to the lower city, there is no evidence, but His intuition has always been accurate.
Living in that kind of place, these people never expect to survive, they have their own set of standards.
In the night, Xia Tian's face was pale due to blood loss, and Yakovsky felt that what he did was simply crazy, but that person seemed to know very clearly what he was going to do.
Then, he saw Bai Jingan smiling towards Xia Tian.
He rarely showed such an expression, the indifference and alienation receded, and there was another person underneath. In the night, his pupils reflect the light, and he looks handsome, but you can't describe it as gems or starlight. It's broken glass that can kill or the reflection of a blade. There's too much darkness, and you'll see blood when you touch it.
But their appearance is so intimate and casual, like a pair of good buddies going to fight.
Yakovsky somehow thought of the N-Block riot, which seemed to begin with a similar simplicity and fatality.
He shivered, thinking that this kind of people can be drawn together by lottery, and then we still have to let them live together. What a masterpiece.
When Xia Tian and Bai Jingan arrived at the arsenal, the atmosphere was already extremely tense.
Most of the people gathered there, and some were arriving one after another. Three people had already died on the ground.
More powerful teams joined the elite lineup, and more powerful teams went to negotiate one after another. Some stayed, but most did not. Everyone faintly knows where the boundary is, that is the boundary between life and death.
The people who were brushed down did not leave, but stared at the group of people with murderous intent.
The network logistics of several strong teams are trying to open the door, and the lawyer in charge led his team standing by with a smile, watching the young people "fully compete".
The crowd became agitated, and one man yelled, "You can't take it all!"
"If you do it, you are no match for so many of us—" another person said.
"If you want to make a move, you are welcome to take a step forward." Qi Qing said.
No one stepped forward, and after twenty seconds, Xia Tian arrived.
He walked out through the crowd and said to Qi Qing, "I want to go in."
He is like a ray of light tearing through the darkness.
Jakovsky sat up straight. The ratings of the third arena soared to an astonishingly high level. Every killing show in the past has such a curve, which means that outside the arena, there are also a lot of bloodshed happening in the city at the same time. Fans are offering sacrifices to the bloody business totem of Fujin Group. Judging by the lines, today is definitely going to be a bloody carnival night.
On the floating city, their gods have such a humble and hopeless battlefield.
2.
After a while, the "elite team" by the arsenal had gathered almost thirty people.
The first group gathered was instructed by the planning team, and the scale was formed after the classification, and the situation will naturally develop in the direction the organizers want.
The lawyer in charge stood beside him, watching the scene with a kind smile on his face. An Xiaoyin stood in the darkness behind him, with a pale face, looking like he wanted to run away. But those who are stuck here have nowhere to go.
Seeing Xia Tian and Bai Jingan's team, Qi Qing raised the corners of his eyebrows and showed a smile.
A group of players behind stared at this scene, and everyone knew that Xia Tian's team was absolutely qualified to join his arms club.
"Welcome to join." Qi Qing said, smiling enthusiastically towards Xia Tian, "I have always been your fan, and Killing Show is really a place where dreams come true."
Xia Tian also smiled at him, this smile was like sunlight reflecting on the ice, bright and cold. He said: "I saw what you guys did just now, the planning team asked me to do it. I don't like it."
Qi Qing's smile didn't change at all, and said: "You have suffered a lot, Xia Tian. Even if you don't understand now, you will know what kind of place we are in after a while. You have to follow the rules to survive."
"By stripping people off and pressing them on pillars." Xia Tian said.
Qi Qing spread her hands.
"I also feel a bit perverted, but there is a need in the world," he said.
Xia Tian thought for a while, then said: "I don't like it."
Both of them were smiling when they spoke, and under the bright light around the arsenal, the two handsome guys smiled as brightly as they were at a press conference. Except for the messy mounds around, there is a huge arsenal behind him, and there are countless hands on swords.
Qi Qing said: "Then you'd better get used to it—"
But Xia Tian didn't wait for Qi Qing to finish speaking, he suddenly stepped forward and raised his sword to attack.
The thing happened in the blink of an eye, Xia Tian stabbed obliquely with his sword, Qi Qing reacted extremely quickly, and dodged sideways, but Xia Tian's sword force suddenly stopped, as if he knew that he would dodge, the blade changed to a horizontal cut.
Qi Qing raised his sword to block it.
He moves very fast, and the sword is really good, with an antique style, made of fine steel, and there is no problem with blowing hair and breaking the blade.
The problem is Xia Tian's sword.
This first kill prize is not antique at all, it is the annual new product of the cold weapon department of the world's largest weapons manufacturer, even if the single-molecule level has not been opened, it is no problem to crush an antique stainless steel product.
The "Beast of Doom" and Qi Qing bumped into each other steadily, and they were in a stalemate for about three seconds. Xia Tian's strength was very strong, and Qi Qing wanted to withdraw his sword at the moment they met, but it was too late.
A few seconds later, his long sword shattered under the new product of Tiangong Pavilion, half of the sword flew out obliquely, hit the outer wall of the arsenal, and lit up a few sparks. Xia Tian swung his sword down.
Qi Qing took a step back and blocked it with the broken sword. The two swords collided for the second time, and Qi Qing's body broke again——
The "Beast of Doom" swiftly swiped across his neck.
No matter how much advertising expenses Tiangongge paid in the first place, it will definitely pay back this time.
Qi Qing clutched his neck in disbelief, but didn't react at all, he obviously blocked the sword.
But the blood flowed out from the fingers, more and more, he didn't take a step back, staring at Xia Tian like a ghost.
Xia Tian didn't have time to pay attention, Qi Qing's teammates rushed towards him. It's the mohawk that does the "lubrication".
But as soon as he took a step forward, Bai Jing'an raised his sword to block it, the edge of the sword slashed across, and the hilt of the sword hit his nose hard, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.
His face was cold and stern, exuding a murderous air, Moxigan raised his head to block his stabbing sword, but for some reason, Bai Jing'an's sword edge slid directly over and pierced his throat.
Xia Tian and Bai Jingan's eyes met for a second, and there was the same gloomy killing intent in their eyes.
Xia Tian rushed forward, blocked an attacker's sword edge, and slashed at his left shoulder with a backhand. This strike was so powerful that the man could stand it, but in the next second, the sword shattered in his hand, and Xia Tian's sword crossed the shattered steel and slashed into his shoulder obliquely.
Xia Tian felt the texture of the sword cutting into the enemy's bones and muscles, so familiar, it was a deeply rooted part of his life.
All the people around joined the battle group. The group of dogs raised by the planning group.
He ignored the summoned weapons, and didn't even retract his sword. The marshmallow instantly folded into a dagger, and he rushed towards the black jacket.
The man raised his sword to block, Xia Tian's blade side, let the opponent's sharp edge stab into his shoulder, that sword was used to cut into dead bodies and tortured bodies half an hour ago.
At the same moment, the marshmallow was completely thrust into Black Jacket's chest.
The blade stretched at the same instant, and Xia Tian pulled it down hard—
Then he drew his sword back and struck the fourth man with his backhand.
Under their feet were the improvised building slabs on the large pit of the arsenal, which felt empty, as if they were fighting over an abyss.
Xia Tian used the set learned in the arena in the lower city to the extreme, regardless of whether he can kill one is one. Maybe it was just in him, and that was what he had to do when things like this happened.
There is no tactic to speak of, the grouping has been formed, the organizers have controlled the situation, and all they can do is break the situation as quickly as possible.
Xia Tian knew that he couldn't win so many people, so he had to be fast enough, at any cost.
The bald head blocked the next blow and retreated quickly, Xia Tian's weapon was too domineering.
But under one blow, Xia Tian's sword turned into a whip, and he couldn't see clearly in the night, the man only felt his neck tightened, and the black long whip wrapped around him.
Xia Tian yanked in his direction, the man staggered and stood still, grabbing the long whip with one hand, but in the next moment, the whip turned into a blade and swept past the throat.
Then Xia Tian suddenly turned around, grabbing the sword that Qi Qing had stabbed over.
The killer and pervert from District M looked at him viciously, the blood on his neck was still gushing out, it seemed that he just drew someone's sword casually and rushed towards him.
Blood flowed continuously down Xia Tian's fingers, they stared at each other, they were all covered in blood, they were all desperadoes, their smiles were just illusions, this was the most primitive battle.
Qi Qing, who was on the verge of death, grabbed the hilt of his sword tightly, like a ghost, and wanted to pull his back when he died.
"You're crazy!" Qi Qing said.
"I know." Xia Tian said.
In the corner of sight, Xia Tian caught a glimpse of a red-haired man rushing towards him from the side, the chill of the blade penetrating into his clothes. The next moment, a sword pierced straight into the man's head, with a sudden force, the sword edge was brought across obliquely, the force was so great that the man died before he fell to the ground.
You don't need to look, you know it's Bai Jing'an.
Looking at Qi Qing, Xia Tian suddenly showed a smile.
At the same time, the marshmallow in his right hand dissipated and crawled up his wrist like a black snake. He let go of Qi Qing's sword and let the sword penetrate into his body.
The man staggered a step forward and rushed to Xia Tian.
Xia Tian raised his hand. No one saw the sword in his hand, it hadn't fully grown yet, it was just a fingernail-sized sharp blade, like all the garbage weapons picked up in the lower city, but it precisely passed Qi Qing's neck and cut the throat.
Xia Tian pulled out the sword that had been pierced into his body, the wound was quite deep, but he didn't bother to see what happened.
He didn't even look at Qi Qing's body, the man no longer had the innocent smile he had before, as if he had gotten a VIP ticket for an amusement park, he was covered in blood, his eyes were empty, reflecting the lights of the sky.
From the 195th class to the present, the pass to hell given to him by the planning team is finally invalid.
Xia Tian took a step forward, stretched out his hand to block a long sword that was attacking Eric, at that moment, he saw the opponent's eyes, he was a veteran, but his expression showed fear and uncertainty. As soon as Xia Tian's sword turned, he rushed towards him without hesitation.
People from the "elite team" around him all joined the battle group. He didn't know who this guy was, but he wanted to kill them all.
The lawyer in charge stood by and watched the contestants fight hand to hand.
The entourage stood quietly behind him, like a group of close spectators.
There was chaos in front of the arsenal, and it took only five minutes for the battle to start, and the crowd below were already eager to rush up. However, the elite team has a large number of people, and the situation is still unclear.
After being taken care of by a makeup artist, Mr. Ange has the demeanor of a kind elder, but as the former star of the killing show, even he has to check the media records to remember the life in his hands. As a Slaughter Show player, being able to get an amnesty is not enough to be able to fight. Genius knows how much blood and dirty work you have to do to get that exit ticket.
He looked at the scene in front of him with interest, but there was indifference in the depths of his pupils.
"I like this kind of big drama. Come to think of it, it has been performed for almost two hundred years." He said to An Xiaoyin, "You are still young, so you don't understand. There is no exit from this place. I have seen many people like this in Xia Tian. Now, you should sleep with him, if you can make a name for yourself, he... tsk, look at this figure."
he laughed.
"Don't make that expression, this place is like this." He said, not minding Xia Tian or anyone else hearing it, "He can at least have a good time, otherwise what else do you want?"
Behind Xia Tian is the edge of the building board, under the lights, it seems like a bottomless abyss.
He could feel the blade piercing his body, but it didn't hurt too much, and he couldn't determine the extent of the injury. He grabbed the sword body, and at the same time, the sword passed through the enemy's neck, and then pulled it back violently.
Another dog from the planning team fell off the edge of the floor and into the darkness, never to be seen again.
He turned his head suddenly and stared at the lawyer in charge. The latter stood on the edge of the battlefield in a well-groomed manner, watching the bloody drama, even with a trace of "I've seen too much" elegant boredom.
He was looking down at the message on his phone, wondering if it was from the planning team. He continued to say to An Xiaoyin: "What you can do is to dress up beautifully when standing on the corpse, then some powerful people may be willing to have some fun with you."
Xia Tian walked towards him.
A guy with streaked red hair rushed over, Xia Tian's sword edge and his touch instantly separated, his movement was extremely fast, and before the man could exert all his strength, the sword body had already penetrated into his chest.
This hand is extremely beautiful with the help of strength. Xia Tian no longer has the strength to make bigger moves, but he can still kill people.
He kept walking towards the gate, and the lawyer in charge finally realized his goal, raised his head, and stared at him.
Xia Tian is also staring at him, that face that has experienced many killings and betrayals, and done many dirty jobs, but is now well-maintained and in a safe zone.
A tall man wanted to block, it was probably a star, his swordsmanship was exceptionally good, Xia Tian couldn't remember. The moment he saw it, he judged the situation: in his current state, it was impossible to win.
His face was cold, he kept walking, and at the same time he threw the marshmallow to his left hand calmly.
The man stabbed with a sword, the angle was precise and tricky, Xia Tian didn't hide, the opponent's sword pierced his arm without hindrance, but he turned a blind eye and rushed forward, stabbing the man's throat with a knife.
He continued to rush forward without stopping, and the body fell into the abyss, but for only three seconds, it seemed nothing to mention.
This hand was calculated precisely, as if the arm was not his, calm to the point of cruelty.
At the same time, Xia Tian rushed to the side of the legal team in charge.
Ange's face finally changed, he took a step back, he is a master, but this time he almost fell down. The bodyguard next to him didn't react at all, but just stared blankly at Xia Tian.
Under the lights and heavy shadows of the arsenal, Xia Tian looked like a murderous god who had just stepped out of hell, with blood in his eyes, but there was an abyss-like cold murderous aura in his eyes.
As always, the pain, the insults, the taunts, only arouse the ferocity. Ange wanted to grab the sword of the person next to him, but it was too late.
Xia Tian's footsteps didn't stop, the sharp edge of the sword turned into a deadly cold wind under the light, and rushed straight down——
He stopped, and the sword edge was pressed against An Ge's neck, and bright red blood flowed out, staining his collar red. Under the light, the face of the person who has been pampered and pampered for so many years is as white as a ghost, and will be swallowed up by the night at any time.
The lawyer in charge held a gun in his hand, the safety was on, and the muzzle was pressed against Xia Tian's forehead.
Xia Tian smiled at him.
What a loss of rules.
3.
Everyone is watching Xia Tian.
The man's sword rested on the neck of the lawyer in charge, the one holding the sword was murderous, while the one holding the gun looked terrified.
"Calm down!" Ange said.
He stared at Xia Tian's eyes, his tone was tough, but trembling.
"You won," he said, "enough!"
Xia Tian stared at him with a chilling smile, sharp and cold under the light.
Everyone watched this scene. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a Killing Show contestant cornered the lawyer NPC in charge, showing naked panic under the spotlight of the peak ratings.
They confronted each other for ten seconds, Xia Tian slowly withdrew his hand, the sweat on the face of the lawyer in charge was clearly visible under the lamp, and the hand holding the gun was shaking. He should have killed countless people.
Xia Tian fixedly stared at the lawyer in charge, that was looking at the eyes of a dead person.
He said to him, "You wait."
There was a dead silence around, and the fighting stopped. Everyone watched this confrontation that was clearly like pebbles, but desperate.
The lawyer in charge stepped back and left, the gun still pointing at Xia Tian's forehead. Without the kind and calm personality, he looked at him fiercely and turned back into the villain who once went down to the city.
Xia Tian also stared at him, he was just a lowly killing show contestant, but he looked like a cat watching a mouse, with a condescending coldness.
An Xiaoyin stood behind An Ge, staring at Xia Tian, the light reflected in her eyes, as if she was taken away by this tragic and bright killing.
All people are like this.
Bai Jing'an was hit hard on the shoulder, and the hit on the forehead was also bad enough. He wiped it casually with his sleeve, but the blood was still flowing down half of his cheek.
Underneath the black hair, his gray pupils seemed to be soaked in blood, and he was on the verge of killing.
He glanced around, and the villains all backed away, grabbing their weapons, but no one came over, their eyes were full of uncertainty.
There were no enemies around Bai Jing'an except for the corpses and his teammates, and the people automatically made a circle, as if they were no longer the same stage killing show contestants, but another species.
They were still more numerous, but Bai Jing'an knew the battle was over. These people will not fight him again.
He wiped the blood from his forehead again, threw the dilapidated sword on the ground, and walked towards Xia Tian. No one spoke, no one stopped, everyone just watched.
Xia Tian must have been seriously injured, but he stood firmly, as if he would never fall down. Seeing Bai Jingan approaching, she smiled at him and said, "Xiaobai."
Bai Jing'an quickly checked his injuries, his face became more and more ugly.
He couldn't judge how deep some wounds were, and how the situation was. He pulled off Xia Tian's coat and looked at a wound on his waist and abdomen. His appearance was shocking.
"Does it hurt?" he said.
"It doesn't hurt." Xia Tian said.
Bai Jing'an's face was gloomy, this was what he was most worried about.
Xia Tian touched his raised hair, Bai Jing'an raised his head and stared at him.
"It's okay." Xia Tian said.
"This is definitely not all right!" Bai Jing'an said.
"I don't like that guy, and I owe a lesson when I look at it." Xia Tian said, squinting at the lawyer in charge not far away.
Then he went to look at the wound on Bai Jingan's shoulder, and said: "This is a bit miserable, your style of play is too desperate."
Bai Jing'an almost laughed at him angrily.
At this time, Xia Tian suddenly turned his head to look at the edge of the crowd, and Bai Jingan also looked in the same direction.
A group of lawyers in charge stood there, half in the shadows, and hadn't left yet—according to the plot, it's really hard to say that they left at this time.
Without even thinking about it, Bai Jing'an grabbed the sword in Xia Tian's hand and threw it, piercing the wrist of an NPC behind him.
The man screamed, clutching his bleeding hand tightly, and something fell to the ground.
The bodyguard behind him had a happy expression on his face, and for a second, he seemed to rush to pull out the marshmallow and keep it for himself, but he took half a step forward, then quietly retreated, hiding behind the crowd.
Bai Jing'an walked over with a blank expression, and everyone took half a step back. He withdrew his sword and lowered his head to pick up the things that fell on the ground.
It's an explosive device.
Eric limped over and said to the NPC, "Let me think about what you guys are going to say this time. 'Mr. Shi' is your true love. Before the succession fight, you put a bomb in the arsenal , would rather destroy than allow his collection to fall into the hands of a mob?"
He said coldly: "You still have to be shameless."
No one spoke, and several contestants began to whisper excitedly, staring at the gloomy-faced lawyer in charge, and the scene was a bit awkward.
But only for sponsors. This planning is really messed up and messed up.
Eric glanced at Wei Xi standing among a pile of corpses in the arsenal, surrounded by digital screens, trying to open the door without seeing it.
Before the battle, Eric left him in the crowd. He didn't know when this man left the safe area and went to the gate.
Most of the fights are over. He had been violently treated, but he still had no idea what was going on in Uptown, and he wouldn't back down.
The network logistics of other groups made way for him. They are already a group of remnants, but they have obtained the natural right to pass here.
Eric swayed, barely standing still, a wound on the waist and rib was too deep, and blood continued to ooze. Xia Tian looked at his injury sympathetically, and handed him a painkiller needle.
Eric watched his movements and suddenly laughed.
Xia Tian looked at him inexplicably, Eric said: "I just suddenly remembered that when you handed me Skittle Candy last time, you acted exactly the same..."
He laughed again, Xia Tian looked crazy. Eric thought, he is absolutely not qualified to look at anyone with this expression.
"Do you want it or not?" Xia Tian said.
"Of course," Eric said, accepting the painkiller as if he had accepted candy from a teammate.
Everything seemed crazy and absurd. On the luxurious battlefield in the upper city—it must be a very exciting thing to have time to increase the worth of Xia Tian’s killing contestants today—their killing show contestants were distributing painkillers like candy.
At this moment, Wei Xi said, "The door is open."
The surroundings were quiet for a while, and the alloy door of the storage room opened slowly, the light was bright, and countless weapons were displayed inside.
Xia Tian took a look and walked over. He was seriously injured and couldn't walk fast. Bai Jing'an walked beside him, the light enveloped the two of them, everyone watched the team enter.
It took three seconds for everyone to realize what had happened, and rushed into the arsenal frantically as if they had come to life.
As promised in the hologram, the collection room is full of firearms display cabinets, self-service gun revolving boxes, and large storage boxes for wholesale firearms.
Before Xia Tian's team went in, they selected roughly what they wanted, and their goals were clear. Bai Jing'an knew that they had to get the gun immediately, and then deal with Xia Tian's injuries.
The man's blood didn't stop. Although he had a "no big deal" look and planned a lot of ammunition to take, Bai Jing'an was sure that his condition was extremely bad and he had to receive treatment immediately.
Of course it won't be easy, the arsenal is already in chaos.
A group of desperadoes finally got their guns, and they were so ecstatic that they wanted to kill a lot. It's just that the situation is unfavorable, so the murderousness is barely suppressed, but the gunshots continue, and the fallen corpses can be seen from time to time.
They went as fast as they could to get what they wanted, and the villains around them smashed glass cases or snatched them from others. Soon everyone was attacking, desperate to get what they wanted. And once you get it, you will get out immediately, and you won't stay for a second. This quickly turned into a meat grinder.
Xia Tian's four-person team was also struggling in it, Wei Xi needed to take care of it, and Xia Tian's energetic appearance to fight for arms was particularly worrying.
Bai Jing'an made preparations for a bad situation, but unexpectedly, this trip went smoothly.
Not long after entering, Xia Tian saw a person holding a Doomsday Destroyer rocket launcher in his hand.
It was a three-person team, none of them seemed easy to mess with, and they were trying their best to squeeze in one direction at the moment, their actions were orderly, their goals were clear, and they were all veterans.
Xia Tian walked over to the leader guy, this guy had brown hair and had tattoos on his face—probably from the K area, that thing bared its teeth and claws, explaining why this guy went to jail, and killed twenty-five people working status.
The man reacted very quickly, as soon as Xia Tian walked over, he realized that he was here to grab the weapon, took out the pistol, and pulled the safety.
Bai Jing'an has been paying attention to Xia Tian's movements all the time, he was receiving the bag of impaler bombs from Wei Xi's hand, and the man ran away in a blink of an eye.
He hurriedly turned his head to look for it, and saw this scene.
The tattooed man discovered that it was Xia Tian who was looking at his bazooka, staring nervously. His two teammates also turned around at the same time. Under the strong light of the spotlight, the desperado looked cold and stern, but also as hard and flat as a stone on the road.
Xia Tian stood there fearlessly, although he was badly injured, his right hand could hardly move at all, the floor under his boots was slowly stained red with blood, only the energy gun in his left hand was still a little threatening.
At this time, the tattooed man muttered something, not a sentence, but a vague confirmation, low and smooth. Before Bai Jing'an could do anything, he saw the man hand the bazooka into Xia Tian's hand, turn around and leave.
The two teammates behind him looked at this scene, and obviously didn't have any objections, so they left together.
Xia Tian probably thought that he had to play a game, but the things were handed directly to his hand. He took it uncertainly, and the other party looked him up, making sure that he could handle it, before turning and walking away.
Looking back, Xia Tian saw Bai Jing'an's strange gaze, showing a smug smile, and walked back dragging the weapon.
Bai Jing'an looked at him, then at the weapon, and then at the leaving team. He has seen many killing shows, and he has never seen such a thing...
It suddenly occurred to him that this is sometimes the case in downtown.
In a place where there are no legal constraints, when you express your opinion in the strongest possible way, people will react to it. The rules are simple and old—you give in, move out; you agree, follow.
Just like he decided to take this crazy risk with Xia Tian, because he agreed. He had no choice but to come with him.
This is why Eric followed them. Both he and Wei Xi could turn around and walk away. There would be danger, but it would never be more risky than what they did before.
He must have experienced that, and he can still remember the rules—the blood and cohesion in the dark, a folk contract that is both vague and powerful.
Bai Jing'an had never seen this thing in the upper city.
All the way.
If Xia Tian looks at the same thing with someone, the other party will definitely give it up; even if he sees what is in his hand, the other party will directly hand it over and never do it. The person who is doing it also avoids them before doing it.
The armory was full of people, everyone was yelling, smashing things, arguing and fighting, but they only encountered light shoving.
Even if some people had already put their feet up and yelled, or pulled out the safety of their guns, when they saw that it was Xia Tian, they also consciously retreated to the side, and a few even showed an uncomfortable and polite look.
It seems that just being there in summer is enough to form some kind of aura and change the behavior of people around.
Their small team walked through this Shura field as if there was nothing, and got everything smoothly, like an uncrowned king.