Killing Show

Chapter 44: Tough God of War

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1.

Bai Jing'an sat in the fourth car he changed after fleeing, and the car was parked at a corner of the underground expressway in the third satellite city.

This is a black van, the same model as the previous one, like a corpse lying in a dark corner, the light of the passing headlights flashed, and the body reflected dim light.

There are more than a dozen portable terminals in the carriage, which were dragged out of the warehouse by Bai Jingan when he left the toy city.

He was sitting in the back of the car, surrounded by floating screens, constantly flickering, crowding the dark space densely, as if a world was installed in the car, waiting to expand outward.

Bai Jing'an looked at it expressionlessly, the light reflected in his eyes without any warmth.

On the largest screen on his right, the floating city under the satellite's view is lit up, and the areas where the satellite has no surveillance rights are marked with red, orange, and yellow layers.

There are many such hidden places in the upper city, a few of which are because of sensitive commercial information, and most of them are playgrounds for the rich and powerful.

The main screen on the other side is lit up in dirty wine red, which is the large-scale query and analysis data of the classified circulation routes of "dangerous luxury goods" in the upper city.

Bai Jing'an saw countless cages, chains, aphrodisiacs, instruments of torture, and information about living people for sale described in obscure and funny words.

He had a terrible headache, and there were always red spots flickering in front of his eyes, which made the whole world dyed a dark red. He still has the illusion that Xia Tian is somewhere behind him, and he is also querying the data. He will call him "Xiaobai" at any time, saying that he is hungry, and they should go eat something. It should be dinner time now.

But he's not here, Bai Jing'an thought, staring at the data oozing blood in front of him. In the sewers of the bustling upper city, there is endless material desire and emptiness, and countless corpses are rotting. He has to find a pattern.

Xia Tian is inside, he is the most extravagant prey, using the most high-end customization.

On the big screen, a large number of key icons flashed to the east of the third satellite city, reflecting his pupils dark red. Still too big, and he didn't have time for more precise positioning.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it's summer.

He can destroy any place.

This cage has no door.

Like a large piece of natural red cave, Xia Tian must have a place to go in and out, but he can't find it.

"As you all know," said the man narrating, "a banquet is an elegant and bloody event, and what we share is a personality with a strong personality and willpower. It is inevitable to get bloody, but it is also the ultimate delicacy— "

Xia Tian raised his head, the top of the room was inlaid with gold and silver metal decorative cages, reflecting the dim light, and the outside of the cage was like a blood-red night.

He also saw stained-glass decorations in the dark, inlaid with scenes of torture and feeding, and he was pretty sure the stained glass wasn't glass, and there weren't any sharp objects he could move.

Here there is nothing to kill, and nothing to kill yourself.

"Eventually, he'll be an obedient plaything, willless and shameless. He'll do anything we ask him to do, kill highly mutant creatures without hesitation, and beg for mercy as a matter of course. ,' said the narrator, "and make it the greatest joy in life."

When he was talking, the light above the cage was always hitting Xia Tian, it was a kind of orange-yellow light with a sacred style, following his every move, illuminating the details.

"Your Excellency God of War, why don't we relax." The narrator said suddenly, and Xia Tian realized that he was talking to himself.

The man said: "Come and play a game for us to see how it goes. I know you like playing games, and you have set the highest score in the Killing Show team competition platform three times."

At this moment, the wall on the right hand flickered, and a large screen lit up.

Xia Tian turned his head to look, what appeared was not a bloody scene, but the start screen of a certain game.

The production of the game is very exquisite and elegant. At first glance, it seems that you are entering a classical cloister. After a tour, you stop at the main page. It is a mahogany carved screen with fruits, flowers and birds carved on it. Presents an irregular square pattern.

The music is well matched and full of classical temperament.

A red-haired cartoon character holds a flag and begins to speak the rules of the game in a high-pitched, cheerful voice.

Xia Tian knows this kind of game, clicks the cube, is very simple.

"It's so easy," the narrator says, "you just reach out and click, and the sensor picks up the motion. We know you're good at gaming, and we love how you looked happy playing on the couch at the show .

"But the fun of the game lies in winning and losing, which means that if you lose, you will be punished."

Xia Tian turned his head and didn't even look at the game.

He searched the room to see if there was anything he could do to help, and continued to figure out what to do next. Not likely, but his nature is such that even if he is dying, he will find a way out at the last second.

The organizers probably got used to this set of non-cooperative behaviors. The music of the video game played unhurriedly for a while, and the cubes began to fall.

Xia Tian knows this trick.

First set a rule, which seems simple and friendly, but it is a lie. It's a game you can't win, it exists to make you lose.

They don't like the way you smile because you're too stupid, too slow, too obedient, or too disobedient. You can't even do the most basic things, of course you have to accept punishment.

He looked at the solidified blood-like red in the cage, luxuriously decorated with gold, silver and black, this is an execution ground for perverts, they just want to crush him and eat him.

He doesn't want to play.

He will die here, but he will die by his own rules.

The rushing drum music in the game urged him, Xia Tian didn't even look at it.

After the first square bottomed out, two seconds later, a huge force hit him.

The blood boiled in an instant, not a certain part, but felt unbearable pain everywhere up to the tip of the hair, a tyrannical and dark flame burned from the body, grabbing everything, in the extreme heat Burn people to powder.

Xia Tian lay on the floor, and it took him a while to regain consciousness. He got up, and there was blood flowing out of his nostrils. He wiped it, and felt his cheeks were itchy, and his ears were also bleeding.

He heard the unhurried voice of the narrator, saying: "This is one of the oldest methods of taming wild animals, electric shock."

Xia Tian was trembling all over, his eyes were blood red, and the whole world was screaming. He wanted to make a fist, but he couldn't hold it at all, as if his body wasn't his.

For a moment he wanted to escape to the bed, the sheets were insulated...but then realized it wasn't going to work. Here they could torture him all they wanted, a cage built for torture.

At this moment, he saw a flash of light on the opposite side... What he saw made him flinch.

A window opened in the cage, which should be a display screen, but it looks very real.

It is a banquet with sea view in the distance. The people inside are well-dressed, wearing half-masks of gods or devils, with strange designs and exquisite skills.

Some were holding glasses, food was on the table, and all were watching him with interest, as he fell to the floor, shaking and bleeding.

The narrator said: "Many future 'masters' are waiting for the moment when Lord Ares volunteers to perform—"

Xia Tian fell back to the ground, curled up, and waited for the next torture.

All the media are discussing the martial law in the west area of the main city.

The rumors of the guest show have long been confirmed. In the past, although this kind of rich and powerful show would cause disturbances, it was only on a small scale. degree of discussion.

But this time was different. The entire western district and most of the northern district were under martial law for five hours, and the central computer was directly requisitioned, and the itineraries of a large number of residents were changed, so that the dignitaries could engage in hunting.

guest show. Twisted, gory and curious guest show.

And summer. The god of war in the upper city is at the top of attention, bringing together countless worship, desire and dreams.

It's like the fuel of the entire Yingkong Lake plus a fire.

—What is a guest show? What happened to Xia Tian? Are the powerful really hunting their god of war

Those rich people always had everything they wanted, now, are they going to put God of War on their plate

Satellite images can be seen everywhere on the TV, and the bustling area above has turned into a huge hollow in an instant, like an abyss. That kind of horror seems to come from nature rather than manpower. No one can win this kind of battle, and they will all look desperate.

On the screen next to Bai Jing'an's hand was the filtered information of the media. In the three hours after that battle, the media exhausted all their resources and released a virtual video of the "last battle".

—They do have the ability, satellites, camera buffers plus virtual imaging, the things they make are basically the same as the real situation.

Within three hours, this tragic and decisive battle appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Bai Jing'an stopped collecting information, and his eyes stopped on the car rushing out of the cliff-like road. In the virtual camera, the steel bar of the railing runs through Xia Tian's body. He is nailed to the seat covered in blood, looking fragile and quiet. He looked at the nothingness in front of him, and the sun seemed to gather in his eyes.

Before this nightmarish extinction, their gods fought to the last moment.

Xia Tian was finally dragged to the execution rack.

The lines of his body were stretched to the extreme, golden and black "snakes" crawled slowly on his body, and the pig iron torture frame clasped his body, looking like a luxury item of a top abuse club.

As the favorite tool of the rich and powerful, the "snake" is a high-precision hose. Now that the simulation technology is advancing by leaps and bounds, the operator of the "snake" can even feel the subtle touch of the snake when it entangles or kills its prey. Xiao Minkov said in the information, "They wish they could grow tentacles."

The snake teeth bit into his carotid artery deeply, Xia Tian didn't know what the medicine inside was, it worked slowly, the blood in the body began to boil from the deepest part, the pain was so extreme that he couldn't even cry out.

At the same time, several snakes poked in from the hem of his clothes, lifted the clothes up, and scraped the sensitive parts with their sharp scales.

His legs were stretched far apart, the snakes were constantly tightening, relaxing and rubbing, his hands and feet remained in the stretched position, unable to curl up his body, the light on him became stronger, and he was forced to stay in this position Every agonizing detail, every twitch of muscle, unfolded on a ghastly stage.

Xia Tian thought to himself, he must look terrible now, like a porno... He probably is playing pornography.

"No matter how ferocious a beast is, it has to suffer before it can learn a lesson." The narrator said softly.

"But at the same time, it is also a very enjoyable job. In this cage and stage, which combines the technology and aesthetics of the era, to see such a beautiful and truly artistic destruction process—"

Xia Tian's hair was drenched with sweat because of the pain. He struggled with all his strength, but the back of his head hit the torture rack heavily, and the thing stuck him tightly, unable to move a little bit.

He heard himself sobbing uncontrollably, with a crying voice, so vulnerable. He was never like this, he was the stronger one, always had a gun in his hand, survived the battle. He knows how harsh the world is, he has already adapted, and he never cries.

He thought of Bai Jing'an... It hurts so much, Xiao Bai, he thought, how could it hurt so much.

When the punishment was over, Xia Tian fell directly from the rack.

His whole body seemed to be pulled out of the water, and he couldn't even move his fingers. The hose receded, but it was still wrapped around the torture rack, like a hungry poisonous snake, staring at him fiercely, with a golden rod still wrapped around it. His ankles, rubbing slowly, unwilling to give up prey.

"Well, it seems that His Excellency God of War doesn't want to play games," the narrator said.

"Your future 'masters' don't want to see you in such pain, Xia Tian, what I'm asking you to do below is very simple, you just need to tell us..." he said, "Are you in pain, Xia Tian?"

Xia Tian curled up on the carpet, burst into a cough, every blow made the bones feel like they were being torn apart.

The voice asked again: "You just need to say one word to end it, do you hurt, Xia Tian?"

Xia Tian curled up even smaller, without saying a word.

Then he heard the narrator laugh.

It was a laugh that was somber, twisted, and exciting from the inside.

He said, "Your Excellency God of War has very hard bones."

2.

Xia Tian once got a chance.

At some point in Hell, the narrator says, "Now, a 'Master' is going to come down in person to teach Lord Ares a little bit of manners."

Xia Tian was curled up at the corner of the bed, unable to move at all. Not long ago, he was severely dehydrated and had massive internal bleeding, and he would not live long without recovery. After injecting him with nutritional and therapeutic injections, the snake pulled him out of the crouched position again and dragged him to the rack.

"This will be a very bloody and artistic display of taming methods." The narrator said happily, "When used on the God of War, it will be a salty, hot, and explosive meal—"

This time, those snakes dragged Xia Tian to face the shelf, crossed their hands and tied them to a grid fence, pulled their legs apart, and buckled them into the imprisonment ring. Standard posture.

Xia Tian's head leaned against the railing, which was formed by the hand stretched upwards from a statue's human body. His hair was disheveled, he was shaking uncontrollably, and he looked awful. He's pretty sure there's a camera on the other side too, and he can't hide anything.

If this is a banquet, he feels that he has been completely chopped up, and he can't recall the shape of a human being. He couldn't say what was supporting him.

He closed his eyes and imagined that Bai Jing'an was next to him. There was something crazy deep in the man's silent gray pupils, and a brilliant idea would appear at any moment. They were together... great, there was nothing they couldn't do.

He said to him in his most aggrieved voice: "Xiaobai, they made me hurt so much."

"I know, I will find you soon, just wait a little longer." Xiaobai said, "I have a great plan, if you miss such a big scene, it will be a pity to die again if you die .”

"Xiaobai doesn't talk like that." Xia Tian said, "And that's impossible, this is a guest show, not some underground club."

"That's how I talk." Bai Jing'an said, "And I can do it."

"Then don't make me wait too long..." Xia Tian said, and then he woke up suddenly.

The dream faded, a snake gave him another shot of energy, and the next performance required him to be awake.

Xia Tian moved a bit, and heard a slight rustling sound on the left.

He turned his head to look, and saw that the wall was turning into countless staggered red fangs, retreating in all directions. The opened fangs naturally flowed and curled, turning into the battle pattern of Ares.

In a few seconds, a doorway appeared on the wall, the sunlight outside penetrated into a small piece, and it smelled of champagne, red wine and cake in summer.

Made of fully controllable nanomaterials... He thought, there is no exit except for external code manipulation. He really spared no expense, it was so damn expensive that he could buy the entire headquarters building of the Killing Show team competition.

The "master" walked in.

—"Mr. Qi", wearing a black dress and a devil's half-mask made of black, red and dark blue feathers, so exquisite and thin that it looks like it really grew out of his face, and the gems inlaid on it are shining with confusion, Any color should be stained with a little bit.

He walked towards Xia Tian with an authoritative posture and cold and playful eyes, like a guest at a magical banquet. In summer, you can smell the smell of a slaughterhouse's miscellaneous piles.

The snake binding his hands tightened, keeping him in place.

That person walked behind Xia Tian, grabbed the back collar of his T-shirt and pulled it back.

On his left hand is a huge power ring, the stone is dark red, and the black, red, and green colors on it are twisted into swirling stone patterns, like a hollow mouth on a decaying internal organ, with fangs embedded in the edge. He swiped down, cut open the summer T-shirt, and tore off the clothes. The action is agile, is a veteran.

Xia Tian stared at the bound wrists, at that moment, he clearly recalled the "snake" information he had seen. A sharp fire light lit up in my heart, a light without the slightest warmth, as sharp as a blade.

"Master" took a step back, looked at his back, Xia Tian waited.

He knew what he was going to do when he was in this pose.

whip.

The whip was pitch-black, without reflection, and it seemed to have protruding and open mouths. Only the tip of the whip was blood-red, and it made an itchy, threatening humming sound, like countless hunger bugs.

When the first whip came down, Xia Tian's mind went blank.

It was a severe pain that could instantly shatter his soul, beyond his ability to bear, and made it impossible for his consciousness to be assembled again. His originally weak body tensed suddenly, and a whimper overflowed, so pitiful that it didn't seem like his own, like a small animal begging for mercy.

He heard the narrator say excitedly: "Your Majesty's sobbing is a top-notch erotic art—"

The second whip was drawn again.

Xia Tian's forehead hit the iron frame heavily, trying to avoid the maddening whip even a little bit forward, but the "snake" held him firmly, and he could only stay in place motionless.

The orange light shone on him persistently, like a key recommendation in a jewelry store.

Then came the third whip.

Xia Tian cried out, his fingers stretched out, tightly tightened, he is the pinnacle star of the killing show, he is an expert in all firearms and cold weapons, he can kill anyone who dares to provoke him, but now he is tightly bound On the shelf, there is no ability to attack, only to withstand.

He doesn't remember how many times he was whipped, and he seemed to lose consciousness for a brief moment in between. When he woke up, he found that the whip had stopped, and someone grabbed his hair tightly, forcing him to look up with a sudden force.

His face was exposed to the light, and he was terribly embarrassed. He cried.

Mr. Qi watched with satisfaction.

"I've always thought you fit the whip," he said.

He pulled Xia Tian's hair as if he was pulling some animal's fur, but his eyes were full of lust.

"You have a hostility in your bones. You are a beast at the root. You can't raise it. But there is nothing a whip can't teach you." He said, "Don't tell me you hurt, I won't listen, I will always use the whip You, you'll scream and lose control, but I won't stop—"

He took a deep breath, savoring the smell of all the blood, sweat and the end of the road on Xia Tian's body.

"We'll heal you, tie you up, and come back when you're thankfully thinking death is coming. I've got three thousand and two hundred whips to choose from. You're hard-boned, but I'd like to use the twentieth. That's about it."

Xia Tian let out a choked sob, the sound was very slight, like the last unwilling sob of the soul sinking into the depths of hell, in this kind of place, it will only arouse people's huge desire for sadism.

He felt the force of Mr. Qi pulling his hair suddenly tightened, and he took a step forward, pressing him on the rack.

The man was erect, his cock pushing up against his hip like an animal in heat.

He said: "Your skill will be very useful in inviting pets—"

Xia Tian stared at the torture rack, in the extreme embarrassment, his eyes were stubbornly burning with hostility and hatred.

At the same time that Mr. Qi pressed up, his wrist moved up two inches, the range was very small, but he exerted force instantly, like a sudden blow from a beast hiding in the grass, one of the countless spikes on the torture rack pierced hard into the "snake" "body of.

The strength in the hand loosened.

— This is the weakness of "Snake". Xiao Minkov said in the data that the skin of this thing has high-strength sensors, and the sharp pain can instantly backfire on the operator.

In this moment of relaxation, Xia Tian grabbed the snake's body with one hand, and ruthlessly pulled it down along the spikes.

The body of the snake lost its strength instantly, as if it was really a snake, it was cut open with a knife, and Xia Tian could almost hear a scream coming from behind the scenes.

The moment he got rid of the shackles, Xia Tian turned around, grabbed the wrist of the "Master" wearing the power ring that was attached to him, twisted it in the opposite direction, and then swiped horizontally—

His movements were small, but extremely neat, in one go, the fangs on the power ring cut open the throat in an instant, until it cut to the artery, and the blood spurted out.

It took only two seconds for the man to realize what had happened. The pet that cried so much that it made one's soul itch just now showed murderous intent, and there was a tyrannical hatred in his eyes, which was savage and huge, and could not be tamed.

Xia Tian didn't even look at him, the moment he cut off the artery, he grabbed a metal embroidered chip on the chest of his dress.

— I don’t know what Mr. Qi thought he was thinking, but from the first time Xia Tian saw him, he focused on the embroidery.

It is embroidered with metal thread, a typical rich and powerful style, with complicated and expensive patterns, decorated with dozens of small metal pieces like chips, made into the style of a river, each of which has a history and background, representing the achievements of different clubs , medals, and marks of deadly prey.

The one that Xia Tian was staring at was ordinary in style, it was a crystalline metal sheet with fine electronic lines engraved inside, forming a pistol shaped like a shark.

The instant he saw it, he knew what it was.

This is a miniature sensor deformation gun with advanced hidden functions.

People like them always know where and how to hide if you want to hide some weapons, so as to avoid the detectors.

He was pretty sure that the guest show did not support the guests carrying personal weapons that were too lethal. This kind of regulation is everywhere, but it never works very well.

You know, weapons are the most popular fashion decoration in the world, and it would be embarrassing to go out to meet people without some.

Of course, the guest show will be more strictly controlled than the killing show's dinner party, but the methods of high-ranking guests are also more secretive. These days, there's never really been a place where weapons are banned.

The chip instantly turned into a gun in Xia Tian's hands - how simple was it to bring it into the cage without even doing a genetic verification - that Mr. Qi with 3,200 whips stared at him, wanting to say something , Xia Tian didn't stop for a second, and shot towards his head.

No matter what plans he has, no matter how many whips, death is a moment.

Xia Tian glanced at the corpse with brains split and feathers flying around, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, revealing the disgust and hatred in his bones, as sharp as a blood-stained blade, making people tremble.

The moment Xia Tian broke free from the shackles, killed people, and snatched the gun, he knew what he should do next.

He should have shot himself in the head.

With the fastest speed, no matter how strong the chain was, it was not enough to wrap around his neck, and no matter how advanced the medical skills were, it was no longer able to drag him back to the torture rack.

There was no way he could escape.

Trapped in the deepest part of the playground of the rich and powerful, with punishment chips buried in the back of his neck, and dirty chains embedded in every bone and nerve of his body, they will only catch him again and tie him back to the rack for further entertainment .

Eventually, he knew, they'd let him talk. The torture racks of the nobles in the upper city have been standing there for thousands of years. There is a huge and unparalleled torture database, which is voluminous and has a long history. .

He would shatter on it bit by bit, he would cry, cry out pain and plead, he would play games, ask people to favor him, or show them a smile.

Those people would suck the marrow out of his bones until there was nothing left. When you've had enough fun...it doesn't make any difference whether they kill him or not.

Just one shot and all nightmares are over.

He will... no longer be in pain, no need to go through the dark and dark future, and forcefully carry out means that he can't bear at all-after killing Mr. Qi, the scene will probably be extremely bloody, and he shudders when he thinks about it.

He's just flesh and blood, he had loved ones, they're all gone now, he's been through a lot, he's killed a lot of people, he's fought as hard as he can, but now—

These people go as crazy as they want, he's had enough!

But for a moment he hesitated.

He thought of Bai Jing'an.

Xiaobai, who was once crushed... is not afraid of anything, but will be hurt by him.

He knew that the man must be desperately trying to save him, that he would fight at all costs, and piss off a bunch of troublesome people—he didn't care, he had no concept of safety at all.

It's impossible, but...

If Bai Jing'an really succeeded and finally came here, scarred and full of hope, he came to tell Xia Tian that he kept his promise and came to take him home...

But what if he only saw his dead body

Xiaobai tried his best, but found that he couldn't hold on again, what should he do

What will he look like

Xia Tian can't stand that picture.

Xia Tian raised his head, raised his hand and fired five shots at the wall, the nanomaterials were deactivated, presenting a crooked door building.

He goes out.

The reflection of the metal on the wall reflected his face, the face of God of War was cold and stubborn, in this prison with a strong erotic atmosphere, it was still as sharp as a blade.

He knows it's a dead end, but he'll fight it again.

He will wait for Xiaobai for a while, until... when he really can't hold on.

But it's okay now, he can continue.