1.
The robbery ended with an explosion.
At that time, Bai Jing'an and the others had just left the storage room after taking the weapons they ordered earlier, they could be counted as the first group of people to escape.
They walked into the night and took a quick count of the spoils. From time to time, the sound of fierce firefights can be heard from the alloy building behind you. If you take a bag of ammunition inside, within the distance to the door, it may change hands four or five times, and the previous owners died in different ways.
People escaped from the collection room one after another. Anyone with a certain strength knew what they were looking for and what they got, and hurriedly left.
Outside the arsenal, the night was dark, and the fresh smell of grass and trees in the upper city floated in the air, as well as the faint smell of blood from the mutated creatures.
Then the explosion happened.
Bai Jing'an was adjusting the magnetic virus bomb to safe mode, and at a glance, he saw a few people rushing out of the gate, he was stunned for a moment, and the moment he saw their expressions, he realized that something big was going to happen—
But he didn't shout out anything, the sound wave behind him exploded suddenly, sweeping around.
Tongues of fire and strong wind swept from the gate and ventilation ducts, and the flames soared into the sky, dyeing half of the night red, and the sky was thick and cloudy.
A man covered in fire rushed out, screaming beyond human voice. The air smelled of flesh and burnt building panels.
Wei Xi fell, and Eric grabbed him and dragged him two steps forward. The forehead of the network logistics was broken, and blood flowed out, but he didn't have time to care about it.
Bai Jing'an only had time to grab Xia Tian's collar and stand in front of him, at the same time, the second explosion came.
No matter what was fried the first time, it was even more amazing the second time.
There are a lot of explosives in the storage room. I don’t know if someone is too complacent to destroy more weapons, or it is the planning team’s instruction. The flames destroyed all the remaining firearms, and brought "a large number of players out with guns to let the competition progress." too fast" danger all reduced to ashes.
Bai Jing'an didn't know how many people died, but there must be many. Under the firelight, the patchwork of lights around the arsenal was very thin, and the alloy building was indestructible, and it was an unmoving shadow under the firelight. Hell in a box.
He thought he heard countless screams, but it might just be an illusion, his ears were buzzing, and the burning world was silent.
Another person rushed out from the fire, but fell at the door, and the smell of burning meat in the air became stronger. People screamed, burned and reduced to ashes in metal boxes.
This is a cool coda to this arms battle, mostly after meeting research, modeling and discussion, and finally making a decision. Someone gets a bonus, takes it to pay off a lengthy loan, and still has it all thrown away at the party.
Xia Tian struggled to stand up from the side, even gave Bai Jing'an a hand, and said, "It's okay."
Bai Jing'an didn't believe a word, he said: "You have to sew up the wound immediately, and then..."
At this moment, everyone's mobile phone sent a notification tone.
System mandatory mail, must read.
Bai Jing'an looked down, the sender was the lawyer in charge, the letter was written in beautiful cursive characters, and the wording was elegant, which roughly meant that he was very happy that the heirs had an exciting day, and that the better ones among them had shown their potential. Please these noble young people arrive at the banquet hall within fifteen minutes, there is an important announcement. If not, it is considered disqualified.
Also fucking "and: if the situation is urgent, you don't need to wear a dress"!
Bai Jing'an turned his head, the lights of the banquet hall in front had already been turned on, and under the oppressive night, it looked more luxurious and bright. Light music wafts from the house, the tune is playful and sweet, like a journey full of expectations in the early spring morning.
The next plot line begins.
Xia Tian lowered his head, the pale light in the distance shone on him, his hair hung down, his eyes were a little scattered. Bai Jing'an felt that he was an elegant person, but at this moment, he really wanted to swear.
Fifteen minutes later, a group of people with injuries and designer clothes stood in the brightly lit banquet hall.
It's banquet-ready, crystal chandeliers reflect sparkling champagne hills, and everything's neat and expensive, and worth a fortune.
The contestants smelled of fire and gunpowder one by one, holding various pistols, submachine guns, laser guns, sniper rifles, grenades and other such things, standing there half dead.
The hall was full when the game started, and now it is more than half empty. The lawyer in charge still wears a suit and leather shoes, but the appearance of the heir has lost the gentleness and kindness at the beginning, revealing a bloody inside.
Ever since Xia Tian came in, Ange had been staring at him.
Xia Tian looked back with a provocative look, indicating that he could kill another one at any time. Bai Jing'an dragged him to the sofa next to him, and the people around quickly vacated, and the people who were sitting stood up and walked to the side.
Everyone can feel the hostility, and a spark-splattering confrontation is starting between the lead lawyer NPC—perhaps the entire planning team—and a contestant who is too weak to sit upright.
The lawyer in charge looked away, picked up the champagne glass, tapped it, and said, "Good evening. Everyone seems to be having a good day today."
There was an oppressive silence below.
"We invite you here this time because of a piece of news we just received," he said, pausing meaningfully.
"That is, the creature you see in the back of the garden - what we call the 'white ghost' - is evolving," he said.
A group of people looked at him with shocked and blank expressions.
"We found that they've recently shown some resistance to light," Mr Anger said.
There was silence for a while, and then a burst of noise broke out, mixed with swearing. The lawyer in charge kept his expression unchanged and smiled.
"You must be very curious about these creatures in the dark," said Anger, "They have an insatiable desire to kill, they just want to eat people, or devour each other, they live in a hell of filth, vulgarity, and eternal pain .”
A group of people listened to his description with chills all over their bodies.
"As biological weapons, they are nearly perfect," Ang continued, "serving us with an insatiable desire to—"
he laughed.
"I can't believe that everyone didn't guess that they are all defective products of the 'Freshman Project', and everyone here is a former employee of this project, and they are responsible for their situation."
A group of people let him hold the charge with blank faces. The music has been considered and lowered when he spoke, but is still brisk and playful, and the night outside the window is as dark as a large piece of ink splashed down.
"As employees of this plan, you have more or less violated some laws, and thus got your first pot of gold." The lawyer in charge NPC continued, "But that is not the real reason for your success. You are successful. Because of having a strategic vision.
"Mr. Shi's 'Natural Project' is not just a global bioweapons project, not just to bring wealth, or a milestone in the genetics of biological variation. Its greatness is to change the way we think, tell ourselves Where will it stand in biology."
His haughty and ruthless eyes swept across the distraught audience, most of them were injured, and cheap guns were piled up everywhere, heralding bloody climaxes in the future.
He smiled and continued the story of Shi's Empire.
"Mr. Shi has no heirs. This project is also an investigation. Everyone here is a visionary and courageous person, so they can receive the invitation letter and compete for the seat of heir." Those who are 'new' against...will live forever in darkness, either as an experiment, or as a punishment for disobedience."
He scanned them, a dark, malicious slit in his face.
"I think everyone has already thought of it. Some of the creatures outside were once human beings."
The contestants were dead silent, and the surrounding utensils of the luxurious banquet reflected the light of the chandelier, which was bright and pure, like a dream.
Bai Jing'an felt cold all over. Of course it's normal, they probably just... found some death row prisoners. This society can always find such a group of people who are at the bottom of society and can be used for anything.
Although he couldn't think about how genetic technology could turn a person into that kind of pale and twisted monster... and everything was just for a show gimmick.
"There is nothing to be proud of as a human being. Everyone, in a normal and strict social system, some people are destined to take on the responsibility of stepping stones." The lawyer in charge continued.
"Mr. Shi kept them deep in the garden, as a warning to a normal world order. But he didn't expect them to multiply in large numbers, like livestock—"
Bai Jing'an felt that Xia Tian beside him was tilted, and his head touched his shoulder.
He felt his heart sink into the abyss, but then he felt the man struggle, trying to sit up straight, but failing.
"Don't move." Bai Jing'an said.
"I'm a little tired..." Xia Tian said.
"Now, we want the victims to be trapped in the darkness forever and die in the form of livestock." Mr. Ang continued, "People like you... have known for a long time that everyone in this world has its own place, and life and death Dignity sounds nice, but with the really huge amount of money and power, it's just a tradable bauble."
His eyes fell on Xia Tian unconsciously again, and every time he saw him, his expression lost his arrogance and confidence, revealing bottomless malice.
Bai Jing'an has no doubt that Ange doesn't even want Xia Tian to die here, he wants to see him fall into a darker and more desperate place.
Xia Tian was still leaning on his shoulders, he had no reaction to the outside world, and countless people in Floating Void City were looking at his fragility and embarrassment through the terminal, he couldn't even stay awake at the mission banquet.
Bai Jing'an put his hand on the sword, looked directly into the eyes of the lawyer NPC in charge, and stood beside him.
When he walked through the banquet in the upper world in his formal dress, everyone thought he belonged here. He doesn't really know and like it here, he just pretends.
But at this moment, he didn't belong to the upper city at all. He was a soldier who came out of the darkness of the lower city. He didn't have any wear and tear, blood and wounds all over his body, but his back was straight, allowing his comrades to rely on.
For the first time in the brightly lit ballrooms of Uptown, he seemed so clear, so strong, so hard to ignore.
"So in the next period of time, the residential area may not be too safe." An Ge stared into Bai Jing'an's eyes and said coldly, "But as a loser, I believe that their small evolution is not enough to pose a threat to you. What you have to do is to let them have no human form forever, and then die silently."
There was a dead air in the crowd, and everyone had seen monsters in the dark—some of them fucking humans. Just by looking at the weight of the arsenal, you can tell what kind of disaster is coming.
"So," said Angle, "have fun, everyone."
2.
The night shrouded the garden of the third arena perfectly.
All the way back was very silent, Xia Tian's actions seemed to be fine, he finally struggled to stand up, and when he went out, he stared at the lawyer in charge without showing any weakness.
But he was surprisingly quiet all the way. Eric and the others discussed the future development, but he didn't say a word.
The small courtyard is still brightly lit, but the light will soon cease to be protection. Eric opened the door, and Xia Tian walked in behind. He walked towards the sofa, his steps became slower and slower, and finally stopped.
"Xiaobai," he said softly, "help me..."
Bai Jing'an grabbed him, and Xia Tian couldn't even reach the sofa, so he fell down directly.
Bai Jing'an put Xia Tian on the sofa, cut open the clothes with scissors, it was soaked with blood.
Eric dragged the organizer's overstuffed medical kit, and Wei Xi actually found a miniature holographic imaging nano-therapeutic device. It is estimated that the planning team also found that Xia Tian's injury was very bad, so regardless of the venue settings, they also stuffed in the latest anti-weather medical equipment.
Wei Xi turned on the treatment device, and Bai Jing'an quickly pulled out the surgical thread. Both of them knew how to do it, but their movements were tense and restless.
Eric took a look at Xia Tian's wound, it was simply beyond description, even with painkillers... It's hard to imagine how he walked back.
He checked Bai Jingan's wound again, and said, "You have to deal with it."
"It's okay to last for two hours." Bai Jing'an said, observing the holographic imaging.
His face was stern, Eric had never seen him look like this, and the situation must be really bad. So he didn't speak any more, just took out a hemostatic agent and injected a needle into Bai Jing'an's shoulder.
The atmosphere in the room was oppressive. Eric looked down at Xia Tian, sweat and blood soaked his hair, he was lying quietly, no longer the look he had seen an hour ago, his face was surprisingly young under the light.
Not long after the lottery was drawn in the fourth round, Eric heard someone talking in the team's planning area. The other party was a big shot in the marketing department, and he was telling someone about the direction of their team.
"Money is like a river, someone can see where the money is going at a glance." The man yelled at the phone, "Marketing is enough to help us create a god, the essence of marketing is to sell things, you just need to make enough— Are you kidding? Yes, we have no awe, these are the times!"
He said: "Yes, it is to market a hero and god, and then convince everyone that they should follow him."
Eric didn't know how much money was behind this set of sales techniques. He couldn't understand the direction of the huge funds, but when he went to trouble the planning team the summer before, he followed without hesitation.
It's crazy, but you have to follow something all the way through, and dying like that feels a little better than surviving as someone like Ang or Qi Qing.
In this dark arena, this is the only choice that looks a little dignified, the only light that can be followed. He thought it was true for a lot of people.
Eric stood in the center of the stage of the Uptown Entertainment Capital game, looking down at the young man who was pushed to the throne, just like he did when he looked at many comrades-in-arms in the past.
Xia Tian's breath was so weak that he could hardly feel it, the blood in the basin was red, and Bai Jing'an had to check repeatedly that he still had a pulse.
Without that desperate aura, he is just a young man in his early twenties, covered in injuries and on the verge of death.
He thinks that there are countless people in the world watching this scene, praying for his safety.
Their new god is so young and so fragile.
Tian Xiaoluo stood in the desert of the Temple of War, the hot wind scraped his skin like a knife. Anyone who came to this temple felt like they were about to be scraped off.
Looking around, there is no end to the bones here. In the Temple of War God, only the undead and skeletons remained.
Yesterday, Summer's campaign to open the arsenal threw Uptown into a bloody spree. A smell of oil and fire rises from this carnival, and a mysterious frenzy seeps into the soul, turns blood into gasoline, and ignites everyone's heart.
Both the consumption and the number of deaths of residents in the upper city have reached an astonishing historical peak. He was almost like an infectious disease.
Now, the bones of the God of War Temple are piled up like a mountain, all of which are sacrifices offered by the upper city to the seriously injured God of War.
She turned to look at little Minkov.
In the simulated environment, instead of the obedient suit, he wore a large black T-shirt with a ferocious skull painted on it, looking for trouble with his fangs and claws, making his figure even thinner. But he is terrifying and deadly.
With a lollipop in his mouth, Little Minkov was examining the details of a pile of dead bones sacrificed at the foot of the statue.
There were seven dead, and they were no more special than anyone else in the bones of the place, but when you click on the details, you can know another layer of their identities.
These people have raped many killer show stars and put the videos online as trophies.
All the believers in the summer know that these people have troubled him at the dinner party after the third round, drugged him, took advantage of him, treated him as a plaything, and said that sooner or later he would realize The real world.
Tian Xiaoluo himself checked the identities of these people a few years ago, but some things require core authority, and they cannot be obtained at all. This group of people is definitely protected by powerful figures. These days, there are always so many people who can do whatever they want without being responsible.
If Xia Tian had ever been troubled by this, now he doesn't have to worry about it at all.
Everyone in Honey Pavilion is dead.
And it's definitely not just playing casually. These people are all upper-middle class of the food chain in the upper city, and there are two real dignitaries, so it must be extremely difficult to kill. Their death process is also very painful, the process is full of sexual insults, and they are all naked when they die, but it does not seem like fun, but well-thought-out revenge.
Many people hate the bastards in Honey Pavilion and want to kill them, but this murderer is obviously not that kind. He killed them, just because of Xia Tian. He called these people "offenders."
Throughout the murder process, the sacrificer's meticulousness, concentration, and bloody fanaticism can be fully seen.
Tian Xiaoluo suddenly remembered how those TV bosses talked about how to market summer, saying that they were just making money from fools. These people are empty, anxious and painful. They let them lose their thinking ability in this way. Lies dance.
But now it seems that those words are obviously not comprehensive.
No matter who sacrificed the Honey Pavilion, they were definitely at a very high level in the biological chain in this city.
He offered sacrifices with great sincerity. Like all "fools", mad about their young gods.
Next to Tian Xiaoluo, Xiao Mingkov watched the killing process seriously, probably thinking about the suspect.
On one side of her virtual vision was a Sky View special discussing the relationship between idols and imitation. The host's lines did not sound like approval, but the show was cheerful and passionate, making people want to kill a few people on the street.
The program groups are all like this, and they have to follow the big form. What Tian Xiaoluo didn't understand was the top layer.
"I don't understand why you're doing this," she said to Little Minkoff. "The whole Upper Town is crazy."
"Because of money." Little Minkov said without raising his head, "Look at how many people die, but you don't know how much they earn."
Tian Xiaoluo thought for a while, and found that she didn't want to know, it must be a dizzying number, making you realize how low you are in the social class, overwhelming you into the dust.
"They called the massacre in Area N 'war marketing', and the rebels called 'revolutionary marketing', and now this is called 'god-making marketing'." Xiao Minkov said, "There is nothing more profitable than a god."
The future ruler stood among the bones on the ground, looking up at the ancient god statue, with a crazy smile on his face.
Because of the feedback program in the contact lens, under the statue, countless lives are dying and withering repeatedly, from fresh pain to silent dead bones. This is a new technology, but Tian Xiaoluo feels that he is standing on an ancient battlefield that has lost its era and name, where death and sacrifices recur eternally.
"They think," says Minkoff, "that they can sacrifice a god to huge capital."
The temperature here is obviously very high, but Tian Xiaoluo has goose bumps all over his body.
Little Minkov dropped the lollipop, and the stick arced and disappeared into the scorching air. The temple does not allow sundries to exist.
He turned his head and showed a smile to Tian Xiaoluo, as bright and crazy as the whole world.
He said: "Don't worry, it's much worse than our sacrifice."
Xia Tian slept for two days without waking up once.
Bai Jing'an stayed by his side as much as possible, rationally told him that the planning team would not make trouble for Xia Tian now, but in this kind of world, you can't trust anyone.
The security light outside the house was still on, but at night, white shadows could be faintly seen running around the edge of the light, with strange and deformed shapes.
There was constant gunfire outside, and news that players were being attacked could be heard everywhere. These creatures did not harass them anymore, but several people continued to watch the night, who knows when the organizer will have a convulsion.
In the early morning of the third day, Bai Jing'an finished his night watch and went to bed to rest.
There were still three hours before dawn, he yawned, grabbed the blanket and climbed onto the bed, and turned to look at Xia Tian beside him.
The bed was big enough to sleep two people. Xia Tian lay next to him, breathing steadily, and the light from the wall lamp shone on his face, casting soft shadows.
He looked so young and carefree, without any trace of anger or pain.
Bai Jing'an listened to his breathing and thought to himself, I hope he will wake up tomorrow.
Bai Jing'an had a dream.
In the dream, he was in the lower town, something happened, he was extremely angry, he was counting the guns on a table, and he was going to find someone to trouble him.
Someone next to him was advising him. "I know you're angry," the man said, "but you have to think about it, sometimes things are that bad, and that's how a lot of people get through..."
He said, "I don't care!"
He stuck the gun in the back of his waist, grabbed the bag and walked away, his mind was full of reckless anger, which made him unable to think about anything else.
He opened the door and walked out—
Then somehow it suddenly became a peaceful era, he was much younger than now, Xia Tian sat on the steps of his house, waiting for him to go out to play.
The man looked only twelve or thirteen years old, the age at the time of the massacre in District N. Seeing him coming out, he raised his head and smiled at him.
"How long have you been waiting?" he asked.
"Just for a while." Xia Tian said.
Reaching out to him, Xia Tian grabbed his hand and stood up from the steps.
Then they walked down the road, as if they were going to find some big trouble. The upper city is low above the head, but the light is very bright, it looks hot and dangerous, it is a war that burns to the end of the world.
Bai Jing'an realized that this was a dream, but he didn't wake up.
At that moment, a thought in my heart was so clear.
I like this.
3.
When Bai Jingan woke up, it was already dawn. Sunlight poured in from the window, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xia Tian looking at him.
Bai Jing'an has never woken up in this way, he will not share a bed with others, he is always independent and vigilant. But that moment felt natural.
Xia Tian was lying beside him, looking at ease, not at all as if he had suffered such a serious injury, he almost couldn't wake up. Seeing that Bai Jing'an had woken up, he showed him a bright smile, without any weakness or gloom, and turned back to the familiar person.
"I thought I couldn't wake up this time." Xia Tian said.
"I almost think so too." Bai Jing'an said.
"I knew you'd take care of me."
"Yes," Bai Jing'an said, "otherwise you would have been dead for two days."
He sat up and slept all night with his clothes on. His shirt was crumpled, but he didn't care. He put away the guns on the table and under the pillow one by one.
Xia Tian curled up in the blanket and said to him: "I'm hungry."
"Yes," Bai Jing'an said, "but give me the marshmallow next time you fight."
Looking at him suspiciously in Xia Tian, Bai Jing'an said, "I'll fight next time."
He yawned and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and Xia Tian struggled behind and shouted: "We can share it, one three five, two four six or something!"
Eric heard the voice, walked into the room, saw Xia Tian woke up, and showed a big smile.
Standing behind him, Wei Xi also smiled at Xia Tian, it was the first time Bai Jingan saw this child smiling like this.
"I thought you were dead," Eric said, "so the marshmallows are mine."
"Is that how you comfort people?" Xia Tian said.
The smell of food soon came from the kitchen, and he sat up carefully.
"Where's the gun we got?" he said.
Eric showed him a "ready" smile, and dragged the weapon bag over. Xia Tian stared at the Doomsday Destroyer rocket launcher with bright eyes. Although he knew it was not true, he just felt that with this thing, the Doomsday could kill all directions, which made people feel safe.
Wei Xi came over, checked Xia Tian's injuries, then he hesitated for a moment, then bent down suddenly, and gave him a hug.
"Easy, light," Xia Tian said, patted his back, "Do you know how much I'm worth now?"
"The sum of the entire third arena probably can't match your worth." Eric said, "Be careful, if you break it, you won't be able to afford it in your next life, Wei Xi."
Wei Xi straightened up with a smile suitable for his age, and said, "I'm scared to death."
Eric handed the bag of piercer bombs to Xia Tian again, and the latter counted excitedly. Bai Jing'an stood at the door and looked at him, alive and breathing, the morning sun shone on the bed, everything seemed to be full of hope.
He made a cup of milk oatmeal, put some more sugar, walked in and handed it to Xia Tian. These days, that person is relying on nutritional injections to live, and has to eat some soft food.
The room is very warm, but it is probably still cold in summer, so I dragged a blue blanket next to me to wrap it around my body, and then sat on the head of the bed, drinking that cup of cereal, and the scene was terribly homely.
After Xia Xia had breakfast and counted the weapons, Bai Jing'an started to doze off again while helping him change the bandages, and in the end he didn't remember how he fell asleep.
He slept until noon and woke up in a pile of weapons. Bai Jing'an didn't clean up either, and let him sleep in a pile of pistols, heavy guns, bazookas and bombs. He really felt safe.
Xia Tian finally had some energy, went to take a shower, and came out to have lunch.
Eric was in charge of lunch, and everyone soon discovered that he was a top-notch cook, especially sick meals, and he was simply a precious asset.
The living room is neat and elegant, with bright and clean windows. The sofa and carpet that had been soiled before were replaced the next day by the organizer. An Xiaoyin was also in the decoration team. The organizer finally caught a topic, and they were not going to let her go just like that.
She stood in the living room, not knowing what to do. What happened last time told her that any action could be a disaster.
Bai Jing'an remembered the way he talked to her in the yard that summer, she smiled at him, everything seemed beautiful. It could have been wonderful.
She stood at a loss for a while, and couldn't help turning her head to look in the direction of Xia Tian, looking very sad.
Bai Jing'an could only say: "He will survive."
"I was very happy when he talked to me that day." An Xiaoyin said, "I don't really watch killing shows, but he is so handsome, you can't refuse someone like that. He said..."
She sighed.
"It's a horrible life, isn't it?" she said. "In your world, all good things turn into nightmares."
Bai Jing'an didn't know what to say. These people changed the sofa, tidied up the room and left, and she followed back to the main house.
Bai Jing'an stood in the living room, the place was clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened. Except for the man who was sleeping in the house.
Now, his comrade-in-arms came back alive, and was wolfing down his lunch while listening to the general situation introduced by several other people.
The garden is safe during the day, but at night it is another world.
"In the past two days, those... mutated creatures have killed a lot of people." Eric said, "There are guns now, but they still don't work. These things are organized and intelligent."
"They probably want to kill some people first to maintain the ratings." Bai Jing'an said, "Then there will be a big show."
"We deactivated the magnetovirus bomb, so there's no power outage," Vehee said, "but they can make the monsters evolve."
"You know, they can smash security lights now," Eric said.
Xia Tian was concentrating on eating, and stopped now, turned to look at him, Eric nodded heavily.
"I learned it yesterday." Wei Xi said.
"They evolve very quickly in intelligence."
"'Mr. Shi' must evolve if it wants to evolve." Xia Tian said in a dramatic tone.
"Last night, the outside was special..." Wei Xi said.
Before he could finish the following words, he turned his head and looked out the window. It's sunny outside, shining bright purple and red flowers, a vibrant and beautiful world. But these beautiful, colorful and poisonous lines are just the appearance of commodities, just like blood, death and deformed creatures.
Bai Jing'an knew that from the night when Xia Tian fell into a coma, those things began to gather outside the house. After Eric fired a few shots, the creatures quickly learned to hide, but the pale flesh-colored shadows could still be seen in a glance.
Everyone knew that it was the organizers, and the whole world behind the cameras, looking menacingly at them. Those people are waiting.
"They're out there, watching us," Eric said. "Organized, and very hungry. No trouble so far, though."
"We will meet soon." Bai Jing'an said.
He finished his meal and was arranging his guns. Now he aligned his sights very skillfully.
— Marshmallow actually opened up the firearm function. Although there is only a basic pistol version, it is quite practical. Xia Tian couldn't put it down, kept trying, Bai Jing'an ruthlessly took the things away, saying that this thing was for his use recently, and he'd better stay behind next time.
Eric nodded, and said to Xia Tian: "Yes, they must have prepared a 'big meal' for you."
Xia Tian let out a "hmm" and continued to concentrate on eating.
"Continuing like this is not an option," Bai Jing'an said, "We have to end the game as soon as possible."
"How does it end?" Eric said.
"Get the inheritance right, or kill everyone." Bai Jing'an said.
Eric and Wei Xi turned their heads and stared at him, as if he had taken the wrong script book.
Xia Tian bit a pancake, nodded earnestly, said that this plan is very practical, and then said: "Is there any more cream?"
After eating, Xia Tian held a plate of chocolate chips and sat on the sofa to watch the surveillance video of the past two days in order to keep up with the situation.
But he fell asleep again after eating half of it, and in the end he only remembered the bloody scene in the video, and Bai Jingan found a blanket to cover him, folded it carefully.
Xia Tian slept until night, something unknown in the darkness woke him up, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
It's a tense time outside.
Xia Tian first heard the cracking sound of the light bulb, sat up from the sofa, and grabbed the gun on the table.
At this moment, something outside hit the door heavily, and the whole house shook.
He stood up and opened the safety lock. The room was ready for battle, surrounded by guns and bombs. A cabinet was temporarily blocked behind the door, and the table was moved to block the window.
However, the windows are large and the lighting is good, and the table can only block part of it. In summer, you can see that it is a dark and stormy night outside, which is suitable for something dangerous to happen. Only two of the security lights were still on. The monsters gathered at the edge of the light. Their pale skin reflected the faint starlight. They squatted or stood. Their appearance was very similar to that of humans, but their actions did not have any human gestures. They were pure beasts. .
This is the power of genes.
In addition to the danger, there is lingering sadness and hopelessness.
Some of these "evolved" monsters rushed into the light, slammed into the door, scratched the wall, and were eternally trapped in hunger and anger.
Xia Tian stuffed the gun into his back waist, took another and stuffed it into his pocket, and hurriedly scanned the model of the gun.
At this moment, the door was knocked open with a "bang", and Bai Jing'an shot at the first monster that rushed in.