The moment the gun-wielding bodyguard rushed into the ward, Beard, who was lying on the bed, broke free.
Bang, bang, bang!
The special 'restraint belt' snapped off one by one.
Beard turned over and got out of bed, raised his hand to grab the head of the bed, and threw it violently.
card!
The steel canopy bed, which was originally driven into the floor with rivets and completely connected to the floor, directly pulled up a large piece of ground, and rolled and smashed on the bodyguard.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, mixed with the sound of broken bones and tendons.
The bodyguard, whose chest was sunken by the pressure of the steel canopy bed, was spitting blood from his mouth, his eyes were dim, and he obviously couldn't survive.
Beard raised his hand to pick up the gun that fell to the ground, and rushed out.
Before the stunned assistant could react, the gun pointed directly at his forehead.
"Calm down, Beard."
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Put the gun away."
After the assistant who was pointed at by the gun came back to his senses, he reprimanded Beard, as if the person who was pointed at this time was not him, but Beard.
The assistant looked calm with pride.
It's not a faux pas.
He has confidence.
From the confidence of the 'Sunder family'.
He believes that Beard will make the right choice.
Even if he just wanted someone to 'kill him'.
In fact, it is.
As soon as the assistant finished speaking, he saw the hesitation in Beard's eyes.
The assistant smiled.
"That's the way the world is."
"On your knees, you can live."
"And living is the most important thing."
"Beard, you should put aside your innocence and learn to compromise with the world."
While speaking, the assistant raised his hand, ready to take the gun in Beard's hand.
But at this moment—
boom!
The gun went off.
The muzzle flash came out.
A blood hole appeared between the assistant's eyebrows, and the arrogance on his face began to freeze.
thump.
The body fell to the ground.
Beard looked at the corpse with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
upset
A little.
The former security consultant regretted his impulsiveness.
But for some reason, he felt a sense of relief in his heart now.
This is a feeling I haven't had in a long time.
On weekdays, he always felt that he couldn't breathe.
And now
He felt free breathing.
Subconsciously, Beard looked down at the gun in his hand.
The handle of the gun is solid and cold to the touch.
"Free?"
Beard whispered to himself, and turned his head to look at the doctor who was still in shock and hadn't recovered from his senses at all.
"Do not kill me!"
"I… "
"Thank you for saving me."
Beard interrupted the panicked words of the doctor and said very sincerely.
Although he was in a coma, Beard knew very well about the outside world.
This wasn't an awakened ability or something, but someone injected him with medicine after the car accident.
What potion, Beard didn't know.
He only remembered that after he was hit, someone appeared in front of him, and then gave him a shot of medicine.
The figure was very vague.
He couldn't remember the other person's face clearly.
However, he remembered the other party's voice.
'What God has given you has already marked the price. '
The sound is a bit muffled, but magnetic.
Beard can guarantee that when he hears this voice again, he will be able to remember it.
As for why the old butler lied when he asked
Isn't everything obvious
When he was in a coma, he could still perceive everything in the outside world.
The old housekeeper ignored him.
The attending doctor fought for his last chance of life.
Everything is clear to him.
"Is that what the guy wants?"
Beard couldn't help thinking about that vague figure.
Beard doesn't know what the other party wants to do, but he knows that the other party has a certain purpose, so he will do it.
Starting from the death of Master Sender 9, all this seems to be moving in an unknown direction.
An invisible big net seemed to bind him in it.
The organizer hiding in the dark controls this big net and the people on it.
Including him, Sender 9, the old butler, the doctor next to him, and... Jason.
Thinking of Jason, Beard's face changed slightly.
He knew exactly what the old butler would do, but he couldn't change it.
Now he...
"Roslow?"
Beard saw clearly the nameplate on the doctor's chest, and after calling out the name, Beard immediately continued: "Inform your family immediately, leave F area quickly, go to D area or E area, in short, don't Stay in Zone F again, remember not to take any public facilities, drive by yourself and leave by country road with enough food and water.”
"Oh, oh, I'll call right away."
The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, then finally came back to his senses, and immediately took out his mobile phone.
Looking at Rosero who was on the phone, Beard looked out of the corridor.
He heard footsteps.
The well-trained kind.
Obviously, the old butler had noticed something was wrong.
"Although I can't change more people, I must save Luo Luo in front of me!"
Such a belief arose in Beard's heart.
He took a deep breath, felt the power he had never had before, felt the strength in it, and rushed straight to the door at the end of the corridor.
…
"What?"
"The bodyguard in charge of finishing was killed by Beard?"
"all?"
"The follow-ups were also killed?"
The old butler was sitting in the car, and after another assistant answered the phone, he kept exclaiming.
There was a bit of surprise on the old housekeeper's cold face.
Then, there is anger!
An anger that is out of control.
An anger at being offended.
After adding the two together, the old butler spoke directly.
"Let the family guard clean him up."
The old butler said coldly.
"yes."
The assistant immediately dialed another number.
Listening to the communication between the assistant and the family guard, the old butler adjusted his sitting posture. He did not lean on the soft sofa chair, but sat upright.
Some habits have long been imprinted in the soul of the old housekeeper.
It will not change due to changes in the environment.
Including daily habits, and…
Habits of handling business.
"Anyone else wants to reach out to the 'Sunder Family'?"
"Is it the 'Deron family'? Or the 'Cisse' family?"
"Or those rats in the gutter?"
"However, it doesn't matter which one!"
"The hands you stretch out will be cut off, and then you will pay the price!"
"A heavy price!"
After the old butler reviewed the family's enemies and possible enemies in Area F, a sneer appeared on his face.
He was mocking the overreaching of these people.
The power of the 'Sunder Family' in Area F is not as simple as it appears on the surface.
Even in the 'game', there is absolute control.
"Let's kick off this prelude with that Jason's death."
The old butler said softly.
…
Click.
The chains and the doors of the cage were almost opened in no particular order.
Jason rubbed his wrists, took the machete in his hand, and stood up like that.
He was the last to 'go out'.
The 'survivor' had already left for 3 hours.
And among the 'Ragers', the last one left was also 5 minutes ago, and the earliest one had already exceeded 20 minutes.
Obviously, in the first round, he impressed the 'game organizer' too deeply.
The opponent doesn't want the situation of 'one wears three' to appear again.
Of course, the efforts of the 'audience' are also on the one hand.
However, compared to the former, Jason believes that the latter is 'participation'.
Insider
Unspoken rules
unfair
Those who care about these will only become more difficult to survive.
When you are powerless to resist, you need to hibernate.
When you have the ability to resist, you can become a 'chess player'.
If you are not given the chance to become a 'chess player'
Then flip his chessboard and smash their dog heads!
This is one of the life rules Jason learned in 'The City That Never Sleeps'.
Immediately after the 'live by any means'.
After adding the two together, the wonderful feeling produced made Jason hate the 'City That Never Sleeps' even more.
It also made him feel that wherever he went, it would be heaven.
Friendly people, good food, comfortable beds, and hot showers.
The copy world in front of me
No exception.
Even, better yet,
Because, food is free!
The three days of free nutritious meals, although tasteless, made Jason, who has been eating, feel comfortable, especially after continuously increasing his satiety by 3 points.
3 points of satiety is nothing to Jason now.
But if you look deeper, this is also a life.
Best of all: it's free!
Nothing makes Jason happier than free food.
If there is, it must be that food brings satiety.
Therefore, Jason at this time was in a pretty good mood.
Even if it takes a little while to hunt the 'Rager'.
That's right!
Hunt the 'Rager'!
Only the bitch 'Rager' would hunt 'Survivors'.
The real 'Rager' is going to hunt the 'Rager'!
Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Jason did not set his sights on those 'survivors'.
No matter why these 'survivors' participated in this 'game', they were all weak in a sense, and Jason was not in the habit of swinging a knife at the weak.
Of course, the premise is that you don't mess with him.
messed with him
God, let me eat it for you too.
Step, step.
Jason stepped forward.
The design of this cell is no different from that in the first round, with a cell on one side and a solid wall on the other, and the exit is at the end.
At this moment, the two metal gates at the end have already been opened.
Unlike the daytime during the preliminary round, this time is night.
The line of sight passes through the door, and the night sky, stars and moon can be clearly seen.
And as it approaches the gate, the beautiful night sky becomes clearer and clearer.
Jason looked at the starry sky and continued to stride forward.
The 'audience' in Jason's live broadcast room were anxiously typing barrage.
"Underfoot! Underfoot!"
"Jason! Look at your feet!"
"Trap! Trap!"
…
Pieces of barrage floated across the screen, but Jason couldn't see it at all, and he continued to move forward.
Click!
Suddenly, Jason seemed to have guessed something.
There was a clatter of metal pieces.
Two curved steel rings with sharp teeth hit Jason's right leg directly.
boom!
Jason seemed to have no time to dodge, and his right leg was locked by the 'bear trap'.
And that's not the end.
Whoosh!
Amid the sound of breaking through the air, a sling flew from the darkness. After touching Jason, the two-meter-long sling spun around automatically, wrapping Jason tightly.
"Quack quack, Jason who is 'optimized'?"
"That's it?"
Amidst the sneering voice, a man with a slightly thin body and a glaring cockscomb head came out.
Tactical boots, camouflage pants and a vest, with tactical gloves on both hands, a 'crossbow' in the right hand, and two bags of crossbow arrows hanging on the side of the tactical belt.
The other party was dressed like a soldier.
But the other party didn't have the unique temperament of a soldier at all.
There is only a kind of slick hostility, especially when the other party is walking, not to mention shaking and chewing gum in his mouth.
The other party swaggered up to the restrained Jason.
His right leg was caught in the 'bear trap', even if the leg was not broken, he lost his mobility, not to mention the restraint of the 'rope' brought by the 'automatic sling'.
Once trapped, even some self-proclaimed Hercules cannot break free.
Therefore, this 'Rager' is very relieved.
"Your head, I accept it."
The 'Rager' stood in front of Jason and raised the crossbow in his hand.
The front end of the crossbow is radiant with cold light, and the moonlight shining on it at night makes it even more chilly.
The excitement on the gum-chewing 'Rager''s face was at its peak.
The excited partner's saliva began to flow involuntarily. Even chewing gum could not stop the saliva from flowing from the corner of the mouth and dripping down the ground along the chin.
The other party didn't notice it, and smiled with a 'ho ho' in his mouth.
Fingers are about to pull the trigger.
"It's over! It's over!"
"Jason is going to die!"
"The legs are clamped by the 'bear trap', and the body is restrained by the 'throwing rope'. This is a dead end."
"I've always been very optimistic about Jason, how could this be?"
"This is the charm of 'game'!"
"The seemingly powerful 'Rager' at the last moment is likely to be killed by a small accident. Isn't Jason the same in the preliminary round? The current rematch is just a reversal."
"What you said above makes sense, but I'm studded! What should I do?"
"I'm stud too, what should I do?"
"The two upstairs, let's go to the rooftop together!"
"At least, not lonely!"
"The upstairs is cruel. At this time, shouldn't we pray for a miracle?"
"Just pray!"
"A miracle will happen!"
"Miracle?"
"Whoever believes is a fool!"
…
At this time, the barrage in Jason's live broadcast room reached its peak.
The dense barrage almost covered Jason in the video.
And the speech is even more varied.
There is an objective analysis.
There is no belief.
There are also troublemakers.
Of course there are also prayers.
It's just that the prayers themselves don't believe in miracles.
Their mentality is roughly, what if it works
Then-
The 'miracle' really happened.