There seemed to be something lying motionless in the wind-swept grass, and it was vaguely identifiable as a person.
He was trying his best to reduce his presence, and even his breathing was suppressed.
The obscure mark slowly fluctuated on his body, gathering all his aura.
Niu Daring has been hiding in the place where he just came in for half an hour.
He was a little scared.
He had heard Yang Gao's name before, many times.
This young man who single-handedly solved two or three strange incidents has already become famous.
Even if those events are not too dangerous, they are not something ordinary people can deal with easily.
But that Yang Gao was almost defeated by an unknown rich second generation.
This forced Niu DaDa to re-examine his own strength.
He made it to the first round purely because of luck.
The guy he was fighting against seemed to have stolen some scraps left by a fox in the kitchen.
As a result, he was sent for gastric lavage, and he has not returned yet.
This peasant who was deceived into working in a big city didn't think he could compete with those who survived the competition.
"I don't really understand the rules that Mustache said. Anyway, just hide."
Niu DaDang recited silently in a low voice, rubbing the rosary beads in his hand desperately.
This thing was given by the boss of the organization who tricked him into attending the annual meeting.
"I don't know if it will work. God bless, God bless..."
Niu DaDang cowered into a ball, and the coldness coming from the ground made him tremble uncontrollably.
But he didn't dare to move.
"The battlefield begins to shrink..."
Bursts of cold mechanical sounds suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by mist coming from nowhere.
Niu Bingdao looked behind him blankly.
A dozen figures in bright yellow uniforms advanced slowly, gas masks covering their faces.
A long-drawn siren sounded, and a flashing red light penetrated the fog containing trace amounts of neurotoxins.
They brandished the weapons in their hands, which were yellow and black hand axes.
There are even power hammers and power crossbows painted in similar colors.
The tail flames lit up, and the weapons of different shapes began to tremble in unison.
The feeling of oppression came over me.
"Kill without mercy."
The cold electronic sound sounded again, but it seemed to come from the netherworld.
As if they had discovered Niu DaDang's presence, the people in bright yellow uniforms suddenly raised their heads.
The goggles lit up red at the same time, as if a beast had discovered its prey.
"Mom..."
Niu boldly wanted to get up and run away, but his legs didn't obey him at all.
Then... give it a try!
Fight your ass!
These big brothers are all 1.9 meters tall. Who the hell dares to go up and fight?
Niu Dahuang never imagined that those kind and good brothers who were originally nicknamed Dahuang would suddenly become like this.
Silent, neat and powerful.
This legion-like momentum is intimidating.
Not to mention the exoskeleton secrets engraved with spells on their bodies.
You can feel the deep despair just by looking at it.
Niu boldly wanted to shout, but suddenly realized that he didn't know what to shout.
Seeing those strong men getting closer and closer, his thousands of words could only be condensed into one sentence.
"Don't come over!!!"
——
"Oh, the overall strength of the Furnace Bolt has reached a new level."
Zhao Guangming raised his eyebrows, his expression a little complicated.
The command bureau doesn't have a few geniuses, but it has a bunch of powerful operators.
They have undergone various rigorous trainings, and most of them are fierce men who came out of the barracks.
These good brothers are usually very kind and will happily entertain the guests who come to the annual meeting.
But they will also unconditionally obey the orders of their superiors and become indestructible swords when necessary.
Put aside the individual, there is only the whole.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.
A real life and death together.
Because of this, the research direction of Furnace Bolt is also more focused on strengthening group abilities, so that those who are not inspired enough to use ghost stories for a long time can also have strong combat effectiveness.
Such as power hammers, such as exoskeletons.
The Company's Suppression Department is a parody of the Furnace Bolt, but it can never reach such heights.
They are the real "bolts", the last shackles between humans and ghost stories.
Of course, they don't mind teaching newbies a lesson when they have nothing to do.
——
Plop!
Plop!
Gradually, someone suddenly appeared at the edge of the ring. They were the players who had just been killed by the furnace bolt.
Judging from the frightened expressions of these people, they should have nightmares tonight.
"Ah!! Don't kill me!!"
The dark-skinned man fell to the ground, then ran away with a cry.
There were bursts of laughter in the audience, and they seemed to have no idea that they might be in even more embarrassment.
"Well...this is what happens if you don't follow the rules."
Hu Xiaobei turned over in the popcorn bucket, muttering as he ate.
She was a little confused when she heard the rules. It was only when she actually saw the scene that she realized the cruelty of this competition.
With the intervention of the governing bureau, the battlefield will only become smaller and smaller.
Players will be forced to kill each other until the final winner is chosen.
In order to win, they had to search for various items.
These items may be secret rituals left in advance by the governing bureau, or they may be strange equipment left behind by someone in the siege.
It might even be part of the body of those weird things in the siege.
Unlike today's popular games, these items cannot directly improve the player's strength.
A considerable number of people died just from the things they picked up.
But in order to increase their strength, they had to test the properties and prices of items again and again.
The worst case scenario is that you will be out of the game anyway. What if you get a magical weapon?
Most people think so.
"You are really good at calculating."
Hu Xiaobei squinted his eyes and looked at Ma Yao sitting in the corner.
The latter was staring at the screen with his bloodshot eyes and kept writing down something in the notebook in his hand.
Apparently, while holding competitions, the Administration was also using these players to collect items left behind in the siege.
There seems to be something ulterior behind this secret ritual.
It's a pity that no one dared to be curious about this thing, so everyone just acted like guinea pigs fighting each other.
Rest until death.
——
The middle-aged man held a half-broken skull in his arms and walked cautiously on the road.
The next second, the smile on his face turned into shock before it even had time to bloom.
A big hand covered his mouth mercilessly, preventing him from making any sound.
He could only stare at the tip of the knife emerging from his chest and slowly twisting it, making the wound become bloody and bloody.
"Damn, you were so careless."
The man frowned, opened his mouth suddenly and tried to bite the palm.
As long as we break free from the constraints, everything can still be discussed.
However, the moment he opened his mouth, something cold was stuffed into his mouth.
After receiving a heavy blow on his stomach, the man subconsciously made a swallowing motion.
The metal ball entered his stomach.
"I'll treat you to it."
Wang Jin wiped the flesh, blood and broken bones on the dagger, and shook the remote control in his hand at the man.