Gamers Are Fierce

"Everyone who can be named is basically there."

On the west side of the auditorium on the first floor, Wan Li Fengdao pushed the framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and whispered to Xing Heshou who was sitting next to him.

As a former bounty hunter, Brother Xiaodao hasn't appeared in the outside world for a long time. Shortly after the end of the battle for the door, he joined the special task force of the Special Affairs Bureau as a special consultant to find the remains of the alien society. , No longer do bounty hunter jobs.

And his parents, relatives, and friends were also accepted into the door world, and they were regarded as true self.

"Ok."

Sitting in the Special Affairs Bureau camp, Xing Hechou also pushed the brown-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and scanned the first-floor auditorium.

In the Sky Arena, players can use their own equipment, skills, and props, but they cannot affect or detect others.

Therefore, Xing Hechou, Wanli Fengdao, and other colleagues from the Special Affairs Bureau are all wearing special glasses provided by the equipment technology department-this kind of glasses can take pictures in real time and transmit them to the data processing center outside the Sky Arena.

After calculation by the data processing center, the information is sent back to the glasses.

With a glance, you can find the personal data files of every player in the line of sight at will, like a few treasures.

"The killing courtyard and the green lantern on Ridao Island,

Big Black Sky and Feathered Serpent of European Heavy Industries-I thought they died in the hands of the military-industrial complex, but I didn't expect that they were not abandoned by European Heavy Industries as a rag.

AIM of the FBI-I heard that many senior leaders in the United States have died recently. David is leading the world to find a murderer.

There are also the Inquisition, the Templars, the Witch League...

Oh, Brother Lee is here too. "

Wanli Fengdao saw the familiar figure in the white coat in the crowd, and also saw Wang Congshan-there was a circle of empty seats beside the two, no one dared to sit over, which was quite conspicuous in the audience.

Wanli Fengdao hesitated and raised his hand, and then slowly swayed it towards the other side, only to see Li Ang also raised his hand and waved it. The latter did not wear the iconic faucet mask, and seemed to be in a good mood, eating something with a bowl in his other hand.

"I haven't seen him for a while."

Wanli Fengdao smiled and put down his arm, his eyes narrowed, and his voice said slowly, "Uh...it didn't take long, it's only two months."

The player’s concept of time is very different from that of ordinary people. Two months is no more than a blink of an eye for mortals, but for the transcendent who licks blood with a knife,

Two months are enough for a lot of things to happen, and it can stretch these sixty-odd days to a long, long time, so that it seems like a few years have passed.

"Really...it looks like a world away."

Wanli Fengdao seemed to have ripples of memories, and said in a bit of melancholy: "Eh, Lao Xing, do you remember the first time we met?

It was the Guhan Temple.

You, I, Miss Liu, Brother Li, and Little Master Huizhen, five people, including Miss Chai, five people and one ghost, surrounded by a crowd of demons and evil spirits in the temple, accompany them to banquet and drink, and watch them prepare to take a living person. Heart-digging and drinking.

Had it not been for you to take the lead, maybe I would really want to see an innocent person die in vain and dare not draw a sword. "

"That time..."

Xing Heshou also squinted his eyes, and said in nostalgia: "Hehe, how do you remember the past? Change of sex?"

"No, just because of feelings."

Wanli Fengdao waved his hand, "After that time, I became a bounty hunter, Miss Liu controlled the Liu family's inheritance rights, and you became a senior official of your Mobile Task Force, Master Hui... I remember you said last time. He went to work for the National Sect Association?"

Xing Hechou nodded, "Well, he went to a project of the Academy of Social Sciences. I haven't contacted him for a while. You know, for confidential work, you can't communicate with the outside world except for your superiors."

"Is that so. That's good."

Wanli Fengdao sighed, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Lao Xing, you say, how long can I live."

"Ok?"

Xing Heshou raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked up and down his friend.

Judging from the scan results of the external appearance of the glasses, Wanli Sealed Knife was full of breath, the Yintang was slightly oily, and the whole person was full of energy, and it did not look like he was about to die.

"What's wrong with you, why did you start talking nonsense? Would you like to show it to the medical staff?"

"I'm not sick."

Wan Li Feng Dao smiled bitterly and waved his hand. The expression on his face calmed down, and he said softly: "It's just that as the killing game progresses, I feel more and more that I can't support it.

Every time the task is getting harder and more dangerous, constantly challenging one's own limits, pushing oneself farther and farther in the direction of mankind.

As a bounty hunter, I have met many people, and made many friends who can be called ‘friends’,

But by now, the list of friends is half gray.

The players who walked over with us were dying halfway one by one. I don't know how long I can last, and I don't know what the killing game wants from us.

This kind of life on thin ice seems to never end..."

Xing Hechou looked at the noisy auditorium, his eyes a little out of focus.

Along the way, he did not know how many companions and colleagues had been buried, and how many deaths and sacrifices he had witnessed.

Even those companions who had been as strong as steel before they became players, some people have gradually erased their edges and corners in the test of death again and again, and even lost the will to survive, silently disappearing on the road.

It is a miracle that the five people who met at the Guhan Temple can all live unharmed to the present.

"We are extraordinary people who can open mountains and cracks between our hands and feet, and block rivers and seas. It is so majestic, but only we know that we are just the hapless guy who is urged to chase by the **** of death."

Wanli Fengdao laughed at himself: "Only those who have abandoned all moral and rationality and are completely inappropriate, such as the reform players raised by European Heavy Industries.

Or a genius with extraordinary talent, who can fish like water in the killing game environment,

Only by ignoring the gradual tightening of the noose and living comfortably.

The funny thing is that there are so many ordinary people who don’t know, or pretend not to know this,

He is eager for the qualifications of players, and wants to chase the opportunity for promotion. "

"Besiege? People in the city want to go out, people outside the city want to come in?"

Xing Hechou smiled slightly, he could understand Wanli Fengdao's sudden sadness and anxiety, because he also had this kind of emotion.

He has his own parents, wives, and children, and he has a peaceful and happy life, but all of this has been taken away and he will never come back.

"...Don't think about it so much. Before the killing game, we were just ordinary people pushed away by the times. It's the same now, it doesn't make a difference."

Xing He grinned bitterly and patted Wanli Fengdao on the shoulder, and said some discouraged words of comfort. Deep in the eyes. But a trace of heaviness flashed.

In fact, in the XK-level doomsday scenario of the Special Affairs Bureau, there is an expectation of the worst situation—

The killing game has a huge picture. This session, like countless previous sessions, cannot satisfy the killing game.

So destruction came, the earth reshuffled,

And mankind, even the mankind hiding in the door world, will suffer irresistible destruction.

In that scenario, players and transcendents will be given death equally, and even top transcendents such as Hanshuishi and Su Nisheng cannot contend with destiny itself.

In order to cope with that doomsday scenario, one of the methods of the special agency is to dream.

Have a dream of kidnapping all mankind.

They will start an unprecedented giant machine,

That machine integrates all the wisdom and novel technologies of the equipment research and development department, and integrates the characteristics of the extraordinary elements of the "Dreamland System" such as Mengmo, Shengnanwang, and Joto Yukari.

It can pull all mankind into the same grand dream, forcedly and unconsciously.

The time outside the dream world will be slowed down to the extreme,

And in the dream,

Seven billion people continue to live peacefully.

There have never been any players, there has never been a killing game, 7 billion people know nothing about the outside world, continue their life and death, have children, parents, parents, pots and pans...

Dreamland still follows the physical laws of the real world. Therefore, the 7 billion people in the dreamland world can continue to develop technology, develop anti-rocket spacecraft, and explore the unknown universe with hope—

Until one day, the very few sensitive wise men in the dream world became aware of the falsehood of the world and revealed the truth in madness.

At that time, the self-correction system of the dream machine will start, reset all conditions to zero, and start the next cycle.

Human civilization will usher in the true doomsday of the outside world in a stable and peaceful cycle.

It's okay to deceive yourself, or to save yourself in despair,

The XK-level doomsday situational defense program called "Across the Dream" is the memory Xing Hechou most reluctant to remember, but he did not ask his colleagues in the medical department to help him clean up this part of the memory.

Because "the other side of the dream" can also be a kind of alternative relief-some departments in the script task have suffered great torture and cannot be treated with conventional treatment procedures.

Colleagues who cannot even maintain a rational mind will be connected into the machine.

In the slow cycle of life, slowly calm down.

The other side of the dream is one of the methods used by the Special Affairs Bureau to ensure the ultimate guarantee for every operator and the entire human civilization, although Xing Heshou hopes that he will never use it in his life.

Toot toot, toot toot.

The vibrating sound of the watch pulled Xing Heshou from his heavy thoughts back to the real world. He recovered and looked at the stadium.

30, 29, 28...

The digital timer on the watch counted down silently,

The more than 100,000 people crowded in the audience also closed their mouths and waited silently.

The huge space suddenly quieted down.

Finally, the timer was cleared, and the battle of life officially began.

——

Moon, Jinghai Cloud Palace.

Han Yan sat on a plain wooden seat, propped his chin with one hand, tilted his lazy Erlang's legs, and looked at the big gray-brown TV in front of him.

Several other "people" are also watching the TV.

The professor stood aside, his eyes calm and gentle,

Akili fiddled with the red bow on his neck,

The mirage dragon lowered its eyes, and its dark green eyes narrowed into a slit, making it hard not to doubt whether the dragon was sleeping secretly.

Boom—

A long explosion sounded through the clouds from afar.

Drought Yan did not even move his eyelids.

During this period of time, there were still people on Earth who were persistently sending probes to the moon.

They desperately want to get information from the longevity seed, and again and again show good behaved and begging to meet.

The killing game makes moon exploration much more convenient. Aside from some skills, it can shorten the rocket construction cycle and cost. Some props can even reach the second cosmic speed and fly directly out of the earth to the moon orbit.

However, it is a pity that neither the Professor, Akili, nor the Drought Mirage Dragon are interested in talking with mortals.

All the probes that were launched crashed above Jinghai Cloud Palace.

Just like clocks, explosions will be heard every once in a while.

"Finally, it's coming."

Akili returned the red bow tie on his neck, and the face almost identical to the earth penguin showed a solemn look for the first time.

"This is not the best time."

The professor on the side sighed and looked at the big gray-brown TV that was broadcasting the sky arena. His lips were slightly pursed, "The battle of life is coming, much faster than I thought."

"You are worried that your students are not ready?"

Akili frowned slightly when he heard this, and said slowly: "Or, you are unfortunately not choosing the second basket for your eggs?"

"No, it's just... still a little worried."

The professor shook his head, "If you give them more time, they can grow better and go further.

But other worlds will not give such an opportunity.

I have run away very tired and tired, and the earth must succeed. My students must, and they will succeed. "

"I hope so."

The Akili Penguin nodded slowly, and the light from the corner of his eye swept away the calm dry miracle and the sleepy mirage dragon.

The battle of life is about to officially begin,

Maybe out of some anxiety,

The Akili penguin has a state of tuberculosis than usual, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com also has a strong desire for conversation, "...Didn't you take a closer look?

Your old friends should also come to participate in this war. "

"..."

Sitting in the chair, Drizzle raised his eyes silently, glanced indifferently at the gray-brown TV and the Akili penguin, and said calmly: "They are not my old friends.

Both the alchemist of the foreign society or the so-called gods are dead.

Now those who come back from the grave are just dead but not stiff resurrected corpses.

Of course, it also includes the King Shibi. "

A strange expression appeared on Akili's face, "Ahem, isn't he different..."

"There is no difference. The real King Shibi has long since died. The only ones who are still alive are the remnants of the past."

Han Yan shook his head in disgust, seeming to have a strong hatred for those carrion corpses who refused to die obediently.