It was finally time for the finals of the domestic selection competition. All contestants gathered at the competition site early in the morning to make final confirmations on their robots and prepare for the next competition.
"Friends from the audience! The exciting moment for you has finally arrived! Today, we will hold the finals of the domestic selection competition here. Among the top 20 players, the six strongest players will be selected to represent the domestic fighting competition.
The robot will participate in the World Series in one month! It will be an honor for all the players!”
As the host's opening remarks began, the audience's emotions were aroused.
Because of the year's finals, the atmosphere and various props and decorations on the scene looked more massive than before.
Although there are still many people who do not understand the sport of fighting robots and do not have as many fans as the football NBA, the hundreds of people gathered here at this moment are all witnesses of the competitive sport of fighting robots.
I believe that when the day of the World Series comes, if domestic players can stand on top of the world, maybe everyone will have a new understanding of this sport.
"Hey, what's going on with Weslin? Why don't you answer the phone? Where are the others?" Li Yaoxian hasn't seen Weslin since the morning. The game is about to begin, but he still hasn't appeared.
Because they had already experienced the experience of the Italian International Competition, everyone began to worry about whether something would happen to Weslin.
Long Yi couldn't help it, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed to have a bad premonition in his heart.
Ran Xiaolei had already called many people at this time, and finally contacted Monkey Sun out of desperation.
When Sun Yaoxing answered the phone, there was a mess of sounds coming from it, as if he was rehearsing a cartoon.
"Hey! Monkey Sun! Have you seen Wei Silin yesterday or today?" Ran Xiaolei asked.
"Ah, Xiao Lin came to see me last night and borrowed a set of my clothes!"
"Borrowed your clothes?"
"That's right! The courier's clothes are available everywhere! This guy hasn't returned yet, and someone has already come over and wants to rent them!"
"What's Weislin doing by borrowing the courier's clothes?" Ran Xiaolei couldn't help but have such a question in her mind.
At this moment, Sun Yaoxing continued: "Oh, by the way, Xiao Lin told me yesterday that if you call him, don't worry, he will do something and he will be back soon!"
After hearing these words, Ran Xiaolei felt a little calmer, "He told you?"
"Of course, why are you lying to me! But I would like to ask, Xiaolin was so mysterious at the time, are you secretly building some kind of airplane? I can tell you, if you have any money-making projects, remember to find me!
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"Make money from you!" After saying that, Ran Xiaolei hung up the phone.
"Have you found Weslin?" Chu Mei asked.
Ran Xiaolei shook her head, "The Universal House said that Wesley had been there last night, and also said that Wesley told us that he had gone to do some errands and would be back soon, so we could compete first."
Li Yaoxian beside him also frowned tightly after hearing this, "What on earth did this guy do?"
While everyone was worried about Weslin, the first game had officially begun.
At the same time, at the moment when the finals were about to begin, the house far away on the street near the industrial area was eerily quiet.
Weslin slowly woke up from his coma. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a faint light appearing in the dim space.
Then he squeezed his eyes hard, and after a moment he found that he seemed to be tied to a pillar of the house, and opposite him was a boy in a wheelchair facing a computer.
The direction of the computer monitor illuminated his face, making him look very pale.
"Hey, is it you? That guy from the Machine King Contest." Weslin felt a faint tingling sensation on his head, which seemed to be related to the irritating gas he had inhaled into his body before.
After the boy worked on the keyboard with both hands, he folded his arms and faced the monitor.
Soon, the live broadcast of the fighting robot competition appeared on the large LCD monitor in front of him.
"How did you find here?" the boy asked.
Weslin glanced at the screen and saw that the game had already started, and secretly sighed that something was wrong.
It seemed that he had been unconscious all night and had lost a lot of time.
And now the room looks very dark, with all the curtains drawn, and there is no light source except the computer monitor. It is like an underground cemetery, giving off a faint depressing atmosphere.
"Is this question still important now?" Weslin replied unceremoniously.
"Your name is Black Soul, right? What do you want to do by tying me up?"
Black Soul said without turning around: "I didn't want to do anything, because you discovered this place, so I can only do this to you."
"I advise you to let me go, otherwise my teammates will call the police if they can't find me after the game."
"The police can't find anyone here. I'm sure of it."
Hearing these words, Weslin suddenly remembered that this guy was a hacker and must have done something wrong a long time ago.
From the corner of his eye, Black Soul glanced at Weslin who was tied to a pillar and sitting on the ground, "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but you have to stay here until the end of the game. I will let you go after that.
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"How many people do you have, Razor?" Weslin suddenly asked.
After hearing this, Black Soul smiled coldly, "You still have the heart to ask this? Does it make sense? You will know the answer in a few hours!"
"I'm warning you, if you use banned parts, even if you win a place in the competition, you will be discovered in the international competition! You have to know that every player represents the image of all players in the country!"
"Of course I know. But...what does it have to do with me? It seems that you have done a lot of investigations behind the scenes. So do you know what the meaning of our razor's existence is?"
Black Soul's eyes suddenly became cold, and he turned his head to stare at Weslin coldly, "The existence of our razor is to destroy the competitive sport of fighting robots! This thing should not exist! But we want to destroy it.
The first thing to do in this sport is to control everyone! Occupy the high ground bit by bit, and then destroy all the robots! Until no one dares to touch this thing again!"
When Black Soul said this, it was as if he suddenly changed into a different person, his eyes were very scary.
Weslin didn't know what he had experienced in the past, but he could feel his hatred for fighting robots.