If he hadn't come, today's massacre in the yard would have been a blood sacrifice to the Martial Saint, and it would have also forced the wandering simulation field players outside to take sides;
And he happened to come today, so Mr. Zhao changed his plans.
The ambush in the yard was aimed at him and Feng Zhong.
That group of people succeeded in killing him. The top three in the simulation field were eliminated, and Mr. Zhao, who was fourth, was promoted to first. The remaining tricks were used to target the candidates who did not come, and re-plan the resurrection of the Martial Saint.
If he kills all the sacrifices in the yard, then Mr. Zhao will join forces with him to get rid of the revived Martial Saint, end the simulation field, eliminate the others, and retain the current ranking of the simulation field...
No matter which step he succeeds, he will not suffer any loss.
Of course, there is a high possibility of sequels.
For example, in the process of killing the Martial Saint, or at the end, if he attacks himself and Feng Zhong, he can kill himself and inherit his attributes. He can still get rid of the Martial Saint and reach the top.
No matter what the result is, everything I have done will become his wedding dress, and he will not lose anything...
What a good plan!
Doug looked at Mr. Zhao upstairs and immediately understood everything. He couldn't help but give him a thumbs up for his wisdom. He entered the Qiao family within a month, used the Qiao family to attack the Peacekeeping Gang, and set up such a big plan. Only such a person is worthy of being his opponent!
At this time.
Doug has almost figured out the rules of the simulation field. The main mission is over, the assessment is closed, and those who hide and seek steady development will be eliminated because of their rankings.
The main mission is the real mandatory shrinking circle.
To get a good ranking in the simulation field, players must strengthen themselves while moving closer to the main line step by step.
Finally in the final round, all the strong players compete for ranking.
In this way, it is possible to prevent someone from engaging in an endless tug-of-war in the simulation field for the sake of development.
…
After figuring everything out, Doug looked at the two old silver coins upstairs and nodded.
Although this plan is more beneficial to Mr. Zhao, it will not do him any harm.
By ending the simulation early, his first place position was secured. There was no reason why he, the first place, would retreat when he was not afraid of the fourth or fifth place.
One punch breaks everything.
No matter what conspiracy or plan, it all comes down to strength in the end.
"Seventh Brother is really straightforward." Mr. Zhao seemed to have expected that Doug would agree. He clasped his fists towards him and said with a smile, "After we leave the simulation field, let's be friends."
Doug pointed at the silent girl beside him.
Mr. Zhao snapped his fingers.
The next moment, Doug regained his voice. He looked at the people upstairs and asked, "When will the Martial Saint be revived?"
Wang San reached out from behind and gently pulled Douge's clothes. After Douge turned around, he opened his mouth again to indicate that he still couldn't make any sound.
"Mr. Zhao, what do you mean? The premise of cooperation is honesty." Doug frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Wang San is my assistant. If you don't let him go, I will inevitably be restricted when dealing with Wu Sheng."
"Seventh brother, Wang San's mouth is too scary. We have to take precautions. After all, Seventh brother fell into the trap I designed step by step. With Seventh brother's pride, it is inevitable that he has resentment in his heart." Mr. Zhao said, "I watched the battle just now. Seventh brother's fighting power is enough to suppress the whole scene. If Wang San is released, I am worried that you will kill the three of us on the spot, and then go to fight the Martial Saint alone. The simulation field has come to the end. I don't want to fail. This is human nature. Seventh brother should understand me, right!"
"In other words, when we fight against the Martial Saint, you are not prepared to retreat?" Doug sneered.
"My keyword is strategy, Xiaoxue's keyword is silence. Both of us are not good at fighting. It's a bit unreasonable for you to ask us to fight the Martial Saint." Mr. Zhao clasped his fists again and bowed to Du Ge. "Seventh brother, I am stingy this time. How about this, after we leave the simulation field, I will set up a banquet at home to apologize to you. You are the first in the simulation field, you are a generous person, I believe you won't be so stingy!"
"Brother Zhao, you should know that I have always been good to my own people. Moreover, my keyword is protection. The more people I protect around me, the stronger I am." Doug smiled, "Since we have formed a team, what are you worried about? I can also assassinate you in the battle and reduce my own attributes, right?"
"The only one in the world who can use maintenance so mightily and domineeringly is Brother Seven." Mr. Zhao shook his head and smiled, saying, "How about this, Brother Seven, you guys kill the Martial Saint first. If the Martial Saint is really powerful, I can let Xiaoxue untie Wang San's silence at any time, and all of us will join the battle.
If I fail to do this, it will be easy for Brother Seven to lure the Martial Saint to kill me. This time, Brother Seven can rest assured! I have planned so much, and I will not make wedding clothes for others. "
"Okay." Doug looked at Mr. Zhao above, too lazy to continue entangled with him, nodded, then looked at Qiao Pingjiang and asked, "When will the Martial Saint be revived?" "When he has enough blood, he will be revived naturally." Qiao Pingjiang said, "The Qiao family only has the specific execution steps, and does not know how Qiao He was revived in the end, but the simulation field needs an ultimate BOSS, so he will definitely be revived."
Both parties tacitly agreed not to dwell on the key words. It had come to the final stage, and it didn't matter who used the key words.
and.
Everyone present had their own ulterior motives, and the key words they said were false, so there was no point in asking or not.
Feng Zhong glared at Mr. Zhao above him, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes, as if he wanted to remember what he looked like. He was also suppressed by silence and did not regain the ability to speak.
…
Doug no longer paid attention to the people on the tower and looked towards the yard.
The yard had just been filled with blood, and Sang Yan's destruction had blown the bodies to pieces, with blood splattering everywhere. But at this moment, the blood on the walls and the ground was seeping into the ground bit by bit.
As they spoke, there was almost no red left in the yard.
at the same time.
Doug's ears detected a faint heartbeat about ten meters underground.
As time went on, the heartbeat became faster and stronger.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It's like a person beating a drum underground.
Later, the entire ground began to shake with the sound of the heartbeat, and the loose tiles on the roof were shaken off and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
From the back of his head, Doug could clearly see the nervousness of several people on the tower.
Mr. Zhao pursed his lips: "It's coming."
Doug looked at Feng Zhong and Wang San and ordered, "You two stand here and don't move."
"Seventh Brother, I'll go with you..." Wang San opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He was so anxious that he kept gesticulating with his hands.
"I'll go too." Feng Zhong said silently.
"No, you two wait here, don't worry about me, just watch the guy upstairs." Doug smiled, and without shying away from Mr. Zhao who was standing next to him, he said directly, "It's hard to get the results you have now, don't let others take advantage of you in the end."
Feng Zhong was stunned, nodded heavily, and said silently: "I will."
Wang San also nodded.
"Seventh Brother, you are too cautious. At this juncture, you are the main fighting force. How could I possibly do something dirty to you?" Mr. Zhao shook his head helplessly, "I have to have that ability too!"
The words haven't finished yet.
There was a loud bang.
The dirt in the yard flew up to a height of more than five meters, and the wooden window frames shattered.
A figure soared into the sky, accompanied by an arrogant laugh: "Hahahaha, I knew this would work, the first place in the simulation field is mine, and everyone else must die..."
As soon as these words came out.
The faces of the people present changed.
Qiao Pingjiang had originally prepared to say "old ancestor", but he forced himself back into his throat and replaced it with "Fuck, someone actually took over that mummy?"
(End of this chapter)