Rickard Endom gasped and found a safe house according to the map. It was a small pavilion that looked about the same size as a public phone booth, and was sealed with transparent tempered glass.
Inside the safe house, a green plant looks particularly green in the same transparent crystal flowerpot, and a macaw in a cage jumps from time to time, proving that the environment in the safe house is safe.
But around the safe house, seven or eight corpses wearing different protective clothing and their different shapes prove the tragedy here.
Rickard knew how these people died, they missed the key time.
That safe house required a password to enter, and the password Rickard obtained was only valid for twenty-five minutes. With his thigh injured, it took him twenty-three minutes to cover the entire distance, which was before the key expired.
Only one hundred and nineteen seconds left.
He was breathing heavily, challenging his physical limits. The blood loss and toxin erosion acted on him at the same time, making him feel dizzy.
In previous rounds of challenges, Rickard obtained some injections used to cleanse chemical toxins, but now the effects of these injections are gradually disappearing.
In the last 50 meters, Rickard finally fell to the ground. He crawled forward on his hands and knees. The protective suit that was temporarily sealed by the sealant was torn out of the gap. The sensor used to monitor the internal environment alarmed frantically, making his eyesight go black.
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But the anger in his heart made Rickard stand up again, his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
Hatred made him take steps, anger made him move forward, and the short distance of 20 meters was quickly conquered by his footsteps.
The short 6-digit password was pressed by Rickard, and the safe house opened. A stream of fresh air spurted out, and Rickard fell into the safe house.
When the safe house was resealed, neutralizing water and disinfectant gas began to be sprayed, and an injection without any writing was ejected from the hidden compartment.
The music representing rewards and congratulations sounded at an inappropriate time, and Rickard was used to such mocking rewards.
Whenever he completes a task or escapes from some danger, he will receive a reward in a nearby building.
The carapace-type protective suit he wore, the gun and dagger he carried on his waist, as well as the several injections of antidote he had obtained previously were all obtained in this way.
This time was no exception. Rickarde pulled off the injection and stuck it on himself. When he injected the unknown liquid into his body, the pain began to leave his body and his mind gradually began to regain clarity.
After a short rest, Rickard took off his protective helmet and slowly breathed in the fresh air in the safe house.
The parrot in the safe house, which symbolized the suitable environment for survival in the house, has now fallen in the cage, motionless. During the disinfection process after Rickard entered, various toxic and harmful substances almost killed the poor creature instantly.
Even after disinfection and neutralization, Rickard could still smell some residual fishy sweetness when breathing, causing waves of discomfort in his body.
A small countdown screen appeared on the top of the safety roof. Half of the fifteen minutes of effective time had passed. This was the reward he won in the last round of missions.
When he thought of this, Rickard felt retching. He punched the tempered glass with all his strength and let out a roar.
He had just killed his best friend, stabbing him to death with a dagger, because on the other side of the scale was his uncle, the only family member who had given him care and help over the years, and the only one now.
family.
Rickard has now realized that the forces that kidnapped him are far darker than he imagined. They not only kidnapped him, but also kidnapped his uncle in New Mexico and his friends.
And all this may be just to make people laugh.
Rickard is a white-collar worker in a company. His uncle once joked that he is considered a master now because he has worked hard for the company all his life and has not received lifetime medical insurance, but Rickard has.
He had heard some jokes in the company about company executives getting together during their vacations to kill homeless people in their private estates to relieve stress, but they stopped at jokes.
Rickard didn't expect that this was actually true, and that the scale was much larger than he imagined.
They built this hell in the pollution zone of Ohio. There are toxic and harmful substances everywhere, and you will die if you are not careful.
He spent sixteen years studying and took on three million in student loans before graduating from college, becoming the first college student in his family. As a result, he is now being slaughtered here like a wild beast.
Rickard breathed heavily, trying to calm down as much as possible. Time was tight and the space was narrow. He had to work quickly and consume his little physical strength. He took off his protective clothing in an awkward posture and used the roll of sealing tape to repair his body.
Put on protective clothing, bandage the wound on your leg, and put it on again.
After the whole process, Rickard was in pain and sweating all over. He drank the last half bottle of salt water in one breath, put on his protective helmet, fastened the buckle, stood up straight, and watched the last few seconds pass.
After that, the door of the safe house opened again, and the deadly air from outside rushed into the safe house. The plant began to turn yellow visibly to the naked eye, and it no longer looked so tall after Rickard left completely.
Narezzano raised his glass to the competitors around him. The reality show contestants they each selected have now entered the same area. There are two paths in front of them: cooperation and confrontation.
They decided to use dice to determine how the two contestants would get along. If the number is below eight, it is cooperation, if it is above eight, it is confrontation. If it is exactly eight, it means they are not close to each other.
Two diamond-carved dice were thrown to the ground by the maid, and the number was eleven. Narezzano smiled and threw one million federal coins into the prize pool again, buying a new one for the opponent's contestant.
The monster pack is used to add some advantages to your competitors.
The other party also responded with a monster pack of the same price as a gift. Both parties still need to solve their own problems before the encounter.
Narezzano glanced at the rare monster Hell Scorpion in his opponent's monster pack, shook his head helplessly, turned around and ordered another glass of wine, feeling that he was unlucky today.
The Hell Scorpion was produced by their family and was considered a branch of the Machine Killer series. Narezano knew how powerful that thing was.
Its power system was designed by the Atlanta Dynamics Laboratory where Rickard worked. Maybe Rickard himself participated in the design, and now he deserves to die.
The Hell Scorpion, which is only 70 centimeters long, climbed out of the soil. It didn't look that threatening. Even including its tail, it was only 120 centimeters long. But on such rotten ground, the Hell Scorpion could move every minute.
Six hundred and fifty meters, the tail is hydraulically driven, and can sting at a speed of 70 meters per second.
However, Narezzano's monster pack only contained a group of spray ants, which were garbage monsters with no sense of existence. Narezano felt that he was unlucky today and did not continue to buy other monster packs to disgust his opponents. It was too tasteless to do so.
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However, he remembered that the other party seemed to be a shareholder of Montesquieu Medical Company, so he would short-sell the other party's industry tomorrow.
Narezzano raised his glass to the other party again, smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations."
Tang Ji avoided the cameras along the way. He could easily sense the operation of the monitoring equipment. He didn't want to be discovered yet.
Along the way, he sensed at least twelve people moving in the nearby area, and emotions of fear, anger, and despair spread in this dead land.
And the candidate who was enough to inspire the Scarlet Disciples to react was not far ahead.
Tang Ji watched as the other party used a broken dagger to confront a ferocious-looking mechanical scorpion in the forest.
Every dead tree became a life-saving straw for the man to survive. He seemed to be very familiar with his opponent's movement and could always avoid fatal attacks at the critical moment.
But the injury on the man's leg became his fatal weakness. His speed became slower and slower, and he could only rely on the cover of trees to survive.
Rickard knew that the thing behind him was the monster created in his laboratory, and he knew that he could survive just by climbing up the tree.
But wearing this carapace-type protective suit weighing fifteen kilograms, he simply couldn't do this.
He failed and he was going to die here. Rickard turned around angrily and faced his own death.
Anger was ignited like gasoline, and Rickard felt as if his eyes were on fire. He arched his waist, waiting for the fatal blow from the opponent, which was his only chance.
A machine creation of this size cannot have such a powerful energy system, and it will not move when it attacks!
Poof!
Rickard raised one of his arms to act as a shield, letting it be pierced by the opponent's weapon. With his other hand, he stabbed half of the dagger hard at the scorpion with unprecedented anger.
Severe pain and something unspeakable acted on him at the same time. Rickard roared and directly lifted the 120 kilograms of Hell Scorpion into the air and smashed it to the ground!
"YOU ***** fvcker!" Rickard stepped on the center of the Hell Scorpion's abdomen, and thrust the twisted dagger directly along the edge gap and dragged it downwards with force.
The tyrannical force ignored its internal mechanical mechanism and directly opened a circular hole in the belly of the hell scorpion. Rickard tore off the internal wiring, as if he had disemboweled the monster and pulled it out.
Like a lot of intestines.
The Hell Scorpion's limbs were making meaningless reciprocating motions around, and black smoke was rising.
Rickard, on the other hand, was standing next to Hell Scorpion, breathing heavily and staring at his newly injured arm in astonishment.
The wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dagger now has only one handle left, and the blade is completely broken inside the Hell Scorpion.
Rickard opened his palm, and the metal dagger handle had been completely grasped into the shape of his palm.
An invisible force filled his body, making Rickard want to kill something to vent it out.
"Those people, they are looking at you, just like the ancient Roman nobles watching beasts in the Colosseum, and you are the beast in the Colosseum."
"Think about your friends, think about your uncle, they are so condescending and treat you as an entertainment project."
"Look around you. They would rather invest huge amounts of money in a place like this to create an artificial hell than give you an extra bonus."
"They treat you like a beast. They define themselves as beings beyond human beings. They think they can do anything."
"But they are wrong, prove it and kill them all."
"Kill them all!"
Rickard stood there stunned for a few seconds. When he raised his head again, his eyes were burning with a faint, almost invisible gray-black flame, and he walked towards the direction of Paradise Lost.
"You have chosen a good contestant. He is very powerful and strong." Narezzano's opponent bought a round of drinks and took the opportunity to sit next to Narezano: "Is he a super human?"
Narezzano frowned slightly. He didn't like being so close to people unless the other person was a soulless clone, so he sentenced the other person to death in his heart and planned to treat this familiar fat man as his new friend next time.
The contestants are thrown into the polluted area to 'enjoy'.
He also doesn't like unexpected surprises. Rickard Endom is obviously not a super human, he is just a nerd who loves fitness.
But now that the other party has awakened, this is a problem.
Narezzano got rid of the fat man impatiently and said to the maid: "Let the cleaners disqualify me as a contestant. I don't like accidents."
The maid smiled and nodded, and the expression on her face did not change from the beginning to the end.
Lost Paradise is a very private club with a strong guarantee of force. The team of liquidators set out quickly, consisting of seven experienced conventional armed personnel who are good at fighting in chemically contaminated areas and three superhumans.
They took a gyrocopter and set up an ambush in advance in the direction of Rickard's advance, and launched the first strike with large-caliber sniper rifles.
This isn't the first time they've dealt with this kind of unexpected situation, and it's completely understandable that the contestants are awakening to death and extreme circumstances.
Most of the time, investors will regard this awakening as their own good luck, thus bursting out with a higher sense of expectation and significantly increasing their betting amounts.
But there are also people who don't like this kind of accident and will immediately clear out the contestants, such as Mr. Omega.
The cleaners will not comment on the guests' choices. They will execute the orders meticulously unless there is a little surprise.
Rickard lowered his head and broke the neck of the last militant. The force was so strong that he even pulled the opponent's head directly from his neck.
He threw the head aside and said to the other side of the intercom: "I will find you."
"I will find you." Narezano frowned and looked at Rickard's face on the big screen, feeling a sense of shame.
The other guests in the hall seemed to be looking at him with strange eyes. Narezzano pushed the maid away and walked towards the tarmac alone, with a hint of displeasure on his face: "Take all the people you can send out.
Send him out and kill him, or I'll destroy this place."
PS: Let me tell you something, I have opened a historical article on the small website to try it out in the past few days. It writes about the background of Central Asia in the early 15th century. The development of the story is probably about the belief in the God of the Four Winds that was infiltrated by the ancient war hammer.
If you are interested, you can join in the fun.
Teenage Dream Reading, "Riding and Cutting Down Central Asia"