The sound of the door closing still echoed in the corridor.
The 'spectators' who watched this scene were stunned.
"What does this newcomer want to do?"
"He doesn't want to complete the 'hunt' here, does he?"
"No, unless he's crazy!"
"Which of the 'Wild Hunter' here is not stronger than him?"
"Will it be a normal person who can become a 'Wild Hunter'?"
"What a crazy guy!"
"Damn it, I thought my bet could save me!"
"Hey, I'm waiting to see his tragic death!"
…
Barrages of bullets slid across the screen, compared to the sparse ones before, this time it is undoubtedly much denser.
However, no one is optimistic about Jason.
Most of the barrage is gloating.
A few are curses.
Because they all bet on Jason.
There were sporadic ones, and some objected to 'Crazy Games', but they were submerged under other barrages as soon as they appeared, and they were completely invisible.
Jason, who was outside the cell, didn't know this.
He stood there quietly, with no expression on his face covered by the mask, he was waiting for his first prey.
Soon, an iron door deep in the corridor opened.
Click!
Amidst the sound of metal moving, a tall and strong figure who repeatedly hit the door jumped out.
The opponent's whole body was muscular, far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even if he couldn't hold back enough and hit the opposite wall, he just shook his head, and his body stood firm.
On that ugly face, there was no expression of pain at all.
To have is tyranny.
There is only madness.
The next moment, the 'Wild Hunter' spotted Jason.
"Kill him, big boy!"
"Rip him apart, big boy!"
"Make him understand the meaning of 'Wild Hunt'!"
…
On the screen belonging to this 'Wild Hunter', the barrage flowed like water.
Even on Jason's screen, there were more and more similar barrages.
Especially, when the wild hunter named 'Big Boy' started to rush towards Jason, the audience tapped their keyboards frantically and began to vent their rising adrenaline.
near!
closer!
The 'big boy' has run up to the 'new guy'.
Their breathing began to speed up.
They flushed.
Their eyes widened, trying not to let go of the slightest bit of anticipation.
Then-
puff!
Blood spurted.
The head flew up.
"Nice job..."
Many people who were staring at this scene began to shout loudly when the blood splattered, but the sound stopped abruptly as soon as they came out.
Because it's not the 'newcomer' who fell down.
Rather, 'big boy'!
what happened
These 'spectators' sat there in a daze.
But just a few seconds later, hundreds of people sent out barrage again.
"Replay!"
"Play it back!"
"Cheating"
…
When similar remarks began to appear, the live video began to replay.
Everyone clearly saw what happened just now in the slowed down playback.
The 'big boy' threw himself at the 'newcomer' with open arms, just like in previous games. According to the experience of previous games, the 'big boy' would hug the 'newcomer' and strangle him to death in his arms, or He raised it above his head and hit the ground hard.
The flesh and blood collided with the hard concrete floor, and the result was naturally broken bones and tendons, and even death.
And this is what all 'audiences' perceive about 'big boys'.
Also looking forward to it.
But such a result did not happen.
The 'new guy' easily dodged the 'big boy' pounce.
Then, a knife swung out.
The 'big boy' was muscular, but he was still useless against the blade of a machete with a short handle.
With a flash of the knife, Dou Da's head rolled to the ground.
All the 'spectators' stared at the unbelievable expression on the ugly face of the 'big boy' in the replay, and they all froze in place.
There were similar expressions on their faces.
After the barrage on Jason's screen paused for about three seconds, there was a blowout.
"sharp!"
"This newcomer is extraordinary!"
"Are you kidding, a guy like that is called a 'newcomer'?"
"It must be some veteran impersonating it!"
"Upstairs SB, if you have official information, you won't read it!"
"Won!"
"I'm sure I'll win this time! I'm going to get rich!"
"Sure enough, if you are a rookie, you want stud!"
"Want to win? It's early!"
"Don't forget that he is still at the 'starting point'. Even if he scored 20 points, he has to leave the 'starting point' to be considered a victory."
"right!"
"The next two 'Wild Hunters' won't let him go."
"Especially that 'wheelchair brainstormer' is not only powerful, but also extremely intelligent."
"That guy's layout ability is very powerful. In the previous 'small regional competitions', he relied on his layout again and again to win the final victory."
…
With a flick of the blade, the blood stained with it fell down.
Jason looked also at the fallen 'Wild Hunter'.
The other party seems to be muscular, but he doesn't have any skills, and his brain is not very smart. Although ordinary people will be frightened by that crazy feeling, in Jason's eyes, the other party is a clumsy and demented person. beast.
It's really not easy to deal with this.
However, Jason did not easily despise the opponent behind him for the first time.
To deal with any enemy, you must do your best!
This is what he learned in 'The City That Never Sleeps'.
Death is regrettable.
But the most regrettable thing is that until you die, you hold your hole cards and don't play them.
Jason had seen many such people.
And him
Absolutely do not want to be such a person.
Not only useless, but also aggrieved.
Of course, what made him more vigilant was the 'worldview' of this 'copy world'.
seem…
Unusual twist.
Jason was thinking as he walked along the corridor towards the next cage.
Click!
With the same metallic sound, the door of the cage opened.
Can be different from the previous 'big boys' rampage.
Although the door of the cage was opened, there was no movement inside.
Sitting in his wheelchair, the 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' pressed the hidden button on the wheelchair with a sneer on his face.
Blood, he could smell it.
What happened, he also guessed.
Every year, no!
Every time before the 'game' starts, there will always be someone 'waiting for the rabbit'.
Both newcomers and veterans.
And the guys who are trying to 'swap their lives'.
But either way, most of the results will not be too good.
Death is their last option.
But before that, you will experience unimaginable pain.
After all, some of the guys in 'Rager' are just too perverted.
And him
He is different.
When he is sitting in this wheelchair, his IQ is online, and he is always calm.
He can completely control the audience!
What he wants is not just the victory of this preliminary competition!
Semi-finals, regional finals.
Even the finals!
He wants to win!
Then…
He will be free!
As for what to do after freedom
Naturally, he wanted to kill all the guys he caught in!
Just like before, electric shocks and burning at the stake.
He wants those guys to try one by one.
The 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' who was thinking in his heart was not slow in his hands. After he pressed the wheelchair several times in a row, three metal spheres the size of ping-pong balls rolled out from under the wheelchair.
Then, they stretched out their mechanical limbs and began to crawl outward like spiders.
At the same time, a translucent screen appeared beside the 'wheelchair thinker', allowing him to clearly see everything outside.
closed door.
Dark corridors.
The body of that idiot.
It's disgusting.
The 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' commented that he wasn't in a hurry when he didn't find a 'newcomer'. His three little babies were not just a simple wayfinding.
The fingers tapped on the wheelchair several times again.
The infrared in the three metal pathfinders began to scan.
But, still not!
This time, the 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' twisted his body.
What about people
Did you leave
I didn't hear the sound of the door opening again
still…
The 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' seemed to have thought of something.
The 'new guy' is behind him!
Although this idea was unbelievable, the 'wheelchair brainstormer' didn't think Jason could stand behind him without hiding his eyes, but he still couldn't help turning his head.
Hold your breath.
Turn back sharply.
Nothing at all!
The 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' breathed a sigh of relief.
scare yourself!
Just a newcomer!
It's not like those 'monster' guys in the finals, how could they have such abilities
'Wheelchair thinker' thought and turned his head.
Immediately, that tone withstood!
He looked at the tall, strong and masked 'newcomer' in front of him, his eye sockets expanded involuntarily.
"Wait for me… "
puff!
A knife passed.
Not much different from the 'big boys' that came before it.
'Wheelchair Brainstormer' was resolved.
Or to be precise, simpler than 'big boys'.
At least the 'big boy' still needs a little effort for Jason, while the 'wheelchair brainstormer' in front of him has no difference in physical fitness from ordinary people.
When the short-handled broad-bladed machete brushed across the opponent's neck, it didn't need any effort at all, just push the boat along the way.
As for the 'wheelchair' the other party is relying on
Jason glanced at it and walked out.
Unless it is a technology that has crossed the ages like the "Sabi Star", to him, it is similar to an ordinary firestick.
No!
Might as well burn a fire stick!
At the very least, the fire stick can also be used for cooking.
And this 'wheelchair' full of organs
It's just a decoration.
Jason walks out of the 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' cell.
But there was a brief silence on Jason's screen.
The audience didn't clamor for the replay this time, nor did they say cheating.
They have already felt the difference of this 'newcomer'.
"Isn't this 'newcomer' lucky?"
"Good luck? Are you blind upstairs?"
"strength!"
"This rookie is really powerful!"
"Win! I've won! I can buy a house and pay the down payment!"
"Luck! It must be luck!"
"Another new talent is truly powerful!"
"He will definitely educate this newcomer well!"
"Education? You will be educated!"
"It's you who needs to be educated!"
…
A quarrel arises.
It is different from the low self-esteem and cowardice in reality, who swallow their anger, dare not conflict with others, and dare not laugh at others, for fear of being beaten, on the Internet, it is too simple for quarrels to appear.
The two 'spectators' who didn't like each other directly sprayed each other in Jason's live broadcast room.
They bid farewell to Wei Nuo Nuo in reality, and here they become extraordinary, high-spirited, punching hard, and insulting each other wantonly.
It's as if I was a keyboard warrior, the world of spraying is like a long night, key!
It's like the top of the fairy, proud of the world, there is a sky with my keyboard.
It's more like the key of a great river coming from the sky, and one key can cross the sky and the world.
They smashed the world of mortals, killed all immortals, and cut nine heavens with one click.
If there are no real immortals in the world, they are willing to hold the key and become immortals.
First there was the keyboard and then there was the sky, and they countered that the sky killed the gods.
And soon, they attracted more people to join their camp.
In the beginning someone still remembered what they were arguing about.
But as time goes by, no one can remember.
They just remember: spray!
Spray each other!
Talk to tigers and wolves with vulgar words!
Use the words of Zaun to resist the theory of hunting horses!
When it is wonderful, it can be summed up in one word——
Gan!
Concise and concise, yet compelling.
But Jason couldn't see it, he just felt a little hot for no reason.
Then put all the attention on the last 'Wild Hunter'.
Even through the cell door, Jason could smell the strong smell of blood.
Similarly, the blood gushing from the corpses of the 'big boy' and the 'wheelchair brainstormer' also attracted the 'wild hunter' who ate people's heads with disheveled hair.
Holding the head that had already been gnawed out of the bones, he tentatively approached the prison door.
Little by little.
When he finally got close to the prison door.
Click!
The prison door opened.
This 'wild hunter' named 'skull collector' immediately retreated vigilantly.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he moved forward again.
This scene attracted the 'audience' in front of the screen.
They stopped spraying each other.
They began to pay attention to the picture in front of them.
They watched as the 'head collector' came out of the cell.
They saw the 'head collector' saw Jason.
Then, they saw the 'head collector' yelling in horror and began to back away again and again.
It looked as if he had encountered some terrifying and deadly existence.
"what happens?"
"Isn't this 'head collector' afraid?"
"Be more confident upstairs and remove the question mark."
"But why?"
"Of course I felt the breath of the 'strong man'!"
"The 'newcomers' I suppressed were the real strong ones!"
…
Another barrage, but soon, the barrage stopped.
Because, the 'head collector' who had withdrawn from the cell reappeared.
He climbed out cautiously, looked at the corpse belonging to the 'big boy' in the distance behind Jason, began to swallow his saliva, and then let out a low growl at Jason.
That's intimidation.
It's like being among beasts.
The 'head collector' sees Jason as a more powerful 'kind'.
But Jason was no beast.
He is a 'foodie'.
Although sometimes I have to drink blood as a last resort, but it will be disinfected.
As for eating directly
Or the head of the same kind
“No table manners!”
Jason evaluated silently in his heart.
Therefore, when the 'head collector' couldn't control his bloodthirsty instinct and rushed towards Jason, Jason raised his hand and stabbed him.
Feeling such a knife, the body of the 'Head Collector' rushed forward immediately stopped, as if he had eliminated his inertia, he just stood still, and then retreated rapidly.
He is going back to the cell again.
In his cognition, the 'cell' is the lair.
And the lair represents safety.
The 'Head Collector' has no intelligence, but his instinct tells him he can do it.
until-
The light of the knife follows like a shadow.
'Head Collector' quick.
Jason is faster.
In that beating heart like a drum, Jason's figure passed the 'Head Collector'.
He stood behind him.
Flipping the wrist, shaking the blood on the blade.
The blood fell on the ground, showing a straight line of blood.
Also like the bloodline on the neck of the 'head collector'.
Smooth and neat.
Like the perfect word 'one'.
Subsequently,
Scarlet blooms.
The audience is boiling.