When Jason spoke, Perls's eyes burst into a kind of light.
That is, hope!
In his 'escape plan', Jason is the more suitable one compared to the 'newcomer' and Karen who is purely relying on 'luck'.
only…
sugar
Why do you say sugar
That didn't stop Pearce from answering, though.
"Is fruit candy okay?"
Perls said and took out two candies from his pocket.
Red and green wrapping paper, rolled up candies, with beautiful folds on both sides.
Jason nodded.
Pearce handed the candy right away.
It did not enter the room, but passed through the 'transfer port' on one side of the wall.
A boxy opening where one could put one's hand appeared, with a metal tray. Pearce placed the candy on the metal tray. Then, the tray sank and the opening closed.
Then, the floor in front of Jason floated up, and the tray with two candies appeared.
After Jason picked up the two candies, the floor sank and everything returned to normal.
Unscrewing the wrapping paper, Jason threw the candy into his mouth.
The sweetness spreads.
The feeling of happiness arises spontaneously.
While the 'Nutrition Meal' is free and really nutritious, it's really tasteless.
After three and a half days of eating the 'Nutrition Meal', Jason really misses the taste so much.
Such nostalgia was satisfied at this time.
The sweet, orange-flavored candy freely released its own sweetness on the tongue, and Jason participated in more saliva, allowing the slightest sweetness to diffuse from the mouth to the throat, esophagus, and stomach.
call!
Jason let out a long breath, and turned his head to look at the slightly nervous Pearce standing outside the door.
Jason knew why Pearce did this.
Jason can even guess what Pearce wants to do next.
"Running is not the best option."
Jason said bluntly.
Now that you know what the other party wants to do, turn over the other party's hole cards and gain more initiative.
What? !
Pearce was shocked when he heard Jason's words.
How did he know
In the bottom of his heart, Pearce asked himself.
Then, the 'contactee' pretended to be calm and opened his mouth.
"Contestant Jason, what are you talking about?"
"I do not understand."
Jason looked at Pearce who was holding on, the corners of his mouth curled up under the mask.
Pearce is one of those people who can't hide his emotions very well.
To put it simply, he is a relatively simple person.
It is precisely because of this that the other party will be 'selected'.
"Did you think it was all over?"
Instead of tangling with Pearce over the 'escape' issue, Jason deflected the issue.
"Is Schilling dead?"
"Isn't that enough?"
Pearce was taken aback.
"How could it be enough?"
"Schilling's death was the beginning."
Jason said with certainty.
Although Jason has not been able to confirm who the 'behind the scene' is, but after the other party has made such a big move, is it to kill 'Schilling', the steward of the 'Sunder Family'
Whatever Jason said, he didn't believe it.
The purpose of the other party is at least the 'Sunder family'.
Even, a little bigger.
Pearce stood at the door in a daze, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
But immediately, Pearce looked at Jason with weird eyes.
Too deceptive, right
Why do you still use your brain when you are obviously tall and thick
Shouldn't someone like Jason be reckless
No matter what, it's a knife down.
If one cut fails, a second cut will be made!
This fits Jason's image!
This 'contactee' couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Jason saw the weird expression on Perls' face, but he didn't care.
Use your brain when it's time to use your brain.
Be reckless when you should be reckless.
As for how to choose
He has always lived from the heart.
Bully
nonexistent!
From the heart is to follow the guidance of the soul. How can a person who follows his instinct be said to be bullying
"That's why you're alive."
Jason continued.
This statement startled Pearce.
"What's the meaning?"
Pearce asked hastily.
"Because you are still useful!"
"Otherwise, you would have been silenced by that murderer long ago. Believe me, if necessary, that behind-the-scenes man who has been planning for a long time has a hundred ways to kill you."
"The simplest thing is..."
"Use what he gave you."
Jason answered as a matter of course.
With what he gave me
Pearce fell into deep thought.
Then, the 'contactee' turned slightly pale, and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "You mean the USB flash drive with the programs added and deleted?"
Jason nodded.
Since the "planner behind the scenes" dared to directly give this USB flash drive to Pearce, he would naturally think about what Pearce might use it for in the future.
And this is all in the 'category' recognized by the other party.
It is also under control.
"Does that person know about our current conversation?"
Pearce's face became paler and paler.
"It won't."
"Although I don't know much about the other party's program, the 'security facilities' here should be quite comprehensive. Modifying a monitoring screen, and modifying a monitoring screen, and then transferring the original monitoring screen to a certain location are completely different. level of difficulty, and, with the prudence of the other party, they would not use this method of exposing their 'own position' at all."
"He also opted for a simpler, more direct approach."
Jason reminded Pearce.
"You mean... a USB flash drive!"
Pearce's eyes widened, with a look of complete hindsight.
What else is there besides that program
Locator
Bug
still…
Microbomb
Pearce couldn't help thinking wildly.
"Anything you want can happen."
"And it's not difficult to verify."
"You just give the wrong information."
"Remember! The kind of information with a high error tolerance rate."
"For example, you succeeded with Karen, but failed with me."
Jason reminded again.
"Okay, I understand, Contestant Jason."
After speaking, the 'contactee' Perls turned around and chose to leave.
Looking at the door that had regained its 'wooden color', Jason suddenly understood why the 'behind-the-scenes layout' chose Pearce.
It's so easy to use!
His simple analysis allowed Perls to convey the 'information' he wanted.
Pearce may choose the 'Rager' to cooperate, and the other party can guess.
But is 'Rager' cooperating
There is a high probability that Karen, the 'Golden Lamb', will cooperate.
And him
is an unknown.
In other words, Pearce's search for cooperation is the temptation of the other party.
If successful, the other party will move on to the next step.
And if it fails
The opponent will naturally use backup means.
"Which one will be the Gibson family, the Hera family, the Emmel family, and the Lothar family?"
Jason muttered to himself.
Then, raising his hand, he pressed the button of 'Nutrition Meal (Free)'.
Ding.
The crisp sound echoed throughout the room.
…
Block F, 'Game' building, top floor.
Xilin's body had already been moved away, and even the blood had been cleaned up.
Brand new carpet.
Disinfectant, ventilation, air freshener.
After using a series of methods, the entire meeting room could not see the original mess at all.
Boom, boom, boom!
The elderly man of the Gibson family knocked on the table habitually, breaking the silence first.
"Three, are we just sitting here?"
As the old man said, he leaned back and put his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen, looking leisurely and content, with a sure chance of winning.
"of course not."
"However, necessary condolences are necessary."
"Schilling is kind of a nice guy."
Representative of the Hera family, the lady sighed.
"Donna, are you kidding me?"
"Among the four people I'm sitting here, besides Master Lothar 11, who else is qualified to mourn for Schilling?"
"Or to be precise, Schilling's death is inseparable from the three of us."
The old man who spoke first sneered, his tone full of disdain for the representatives of the Hera family.
"I?"
"What does what you Rodney do have anything to do with me, Donna?"
"I just stood up because Schilling, the representative of the 'Sender family,' broke the rules."
The lady named Donna retorted unceremoniously as she shook the small black folding fan in her hand.
"Then you have the ability not to accept the property of the 'Sunder Family' in Area F!"
Rodney sat up straight, with a forced, but aggressive attitude.
"Why?"
"I represent the 'Hera Family'."
"And, Rodney, don't play with your cleverness, I won't be fooled."
Donna opened the folding fan and stood in front of the veil.
The face, which was not clear at first, became even more unclear at this time.
Even, with a strange sense of ambiguity.
At the same time, a sense of danger rose from the bottom of Rodney's heart.
The representative of the Gibson family immediately jumped out of his chair.
Whoosh!
Click!
The moment the representative of the Gibson family jumped out of the chair, the whole chair was torn from it.
"Donna!"
Rodney growled and was about to pounce on him.
However, the representative of the Emmel family stood in front of Rodney.
"Wits, have you partnered with Donna?"
Rodney growled in a low voice that sounded like the roar of a big cat.
"No."
"I only hope to fight for the benefits that the Emmel family deserves - we can give up the other industries of the 'Sunder Family' in District F, but I hope that the 'Game' and everything it represents, will be returned to love. Owned by the Mel family."
Standing between Rodney and Donna, who belonged to the Emmel family, Waiters spoke in a thick and powerful voice, just like the body of the other party.
It's just that the voice just fell.
Rodney and Donna, who were on the verge of daggers a moment ago, sneered at the same time.
"Weeters, I'm afraid you haven't woken up?"
"'Game'? And everything it stands for?"
"Do you think we are fools?"
The two questioned the representative of the Emmel family one by one.
But Waiters was unmoved.
"Tell me your terms?"
Waiters asked word by word.
"The 'Games' of the 'Sunder Family' in Area F and everything it represents should belong to the Gibson Family!"
Rodney said without hesitation.
"wrong!"
"It should be the Hera family!"
Donna is not far behind.
The breath of tit for tat reappeared.
And this time, Waiters also joined them.
The quarrel became louder, and Lothar 11, who was sitting aside, frowned more and more.
finally-
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well."
"I want to leave for a while."
Losar 11 The young man was a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of him. After saying a word, he got up and left the conference hall.
Click!
The door of the conference hall was closed.
The door with excellent sound insulation made the quarrel sound completely isolated.
Lothar 11 sighed slightly, and walked to the lounge beside him.
As the 11th heir of the Lothar family, he has absolutely no hope of inheriting the family, and his brothers and sisters do not allow him to care.
Therefore, he will appear in Area F, the 'marginal zone' for the Lothar family.
Fortunately, he had a good life.
There is neither the calculations of the brothers and sisters, nor the oppressive eyes of the father.
The days when I can read most of the time and occasionally hunt are really good.
Can…
Sender 9 is dead.
Not a normal death, but an assassination.
This messed everything up.
He could foresee that a bloodbath was about to happen, so he prepared to stay away.
Don't get involved.
Nor will there be any tendency.
Anyway, as the young master of the Losar family, representing the Losar family, he can get everything he deserves.
Because, Lothar.
Thinking of this, Lothar 11 didn't even want to go to the lounge.
Turning around, he walked directly downstairs.
He wants to return to his room, take a good bath, relax, and then take out an ancient book, lie on the bed sideways, and read it carefully.
Of course, sparkling water and chips are a must.
As for more things
He doesn't want to bother.
I don't want to take care of it either.
I can't control it.
Sender 9 is sad that this person who can be called a friend has died, but what can he do
There was nothing he could do.
"Sorry, my friend."
"Although we only became friends because of our similar identities, we don't have the slightest common language, but as a 'friend', I still hope you can..."
Lothar 11 thought silently in his heart, and boarded the car downstairs.
This is a car belonging to the Lothar family, very recognizable.
However, Lothar 11 regretted it when he boarded the car.
Because the driver and bodyguard of the car is not from the Lothar family.
It was a middle-aged man whom he had never seen before.
"you!"
Just as Lothar 11 was about to open his mouth, a powerful big hand covered his mouth. The strength of this palm was so strong that his entire neck was strangled, and the feeling of suffocation immediately appeared.
At the same time, there was a burst of hissing.
"Master Lothar 11, I hope you don't have any extra actions."
"We don't want to hurt you."
"At least on the premise of your cooperation."
A voice sounded.
Lothar 11 nodded immediately.
However, that hand did not leave Lothar 11's mouth, but the force binding the neck was much smaller.
Completely instinctive, Lothar 11 turned his head and looked at the people around him.
The next moment, Lothar 11's eyes widened.
"It's you!"