0473 Chapter 11, the blade breaks the sky, section 22
As the team leader, his strength ensures that he will always be the one with the highest score in team games. Now he is more concerned about the excessive amount of information leaked from the mouths of these NPCs in the building.
If the "chosen ones" mentioned by the old man's voice in the bug are not a concept with another meaning in this world, it can only mean that they, as natives of the game world, understand the Lamarck game. This is
This is unheard of in Mr. Bei’s nearly ten years of gaming experience.
On the roof of the building, a dozen women were wrapped in sheets and huddled in the corner in front of the small room at the entrance of the stairs. A strong Asian man who looked roughly like the old man in the hall was playing with a hang glider.
The clumsy operation revealed that this man was not a veteran of this sport. But the civilian anti-gravity generator hanging on the equipment was enough to ensure that a layman like him would not cause an accident due to unfamiliarity.
The botanist was a candidate who focused on knowledge like Qu Yun. He recognized this device that was very popular in the domain. So he spoke:
"Our demands are not too excessive, are they? But you have chosen to destroy yourself. Logically speaking, refugees who want to survive in the apocalyptic wasteland should not be so unrealistic. Let me guess, the difference between the 'chosen one' and
'Salvation', does it mean something special to you?
And this machine, the device on it is from Lamarck’s game, right? To tell you the truth, our mission is to save you, so in fact we don’t have any conflicts. Let’s put aside misunderstandings and prejudices and talk openly and honestly.
If we talk about it, we can both save our lives and your current status, right?"
The old man's voice seemed to come from the empty night sky. Only his voice could be heard but no one could be seen. The strong man couldn't help but stop what he was doing, and his muscles tensed up: "I have never heard of Lamarck's game.
, this machine is mass-produced civilian equipment produced by hc, used for space operations. If you are not my enemy, just let me go!"
As he spoke, he turned over the miniature anti-gravity generator on the hang glider in the direction of the women, revealing the "hc" logo cast on the steel shell.
"No, no, no, you don't understand. There are rules in the world. When both of us can say this name without being interrupted, it proves that you and I both know the existence of the game. Not only you and I, but also
Every one of these women here knows their psychology, so you can’t lie to me.”
The old man's voice seemed to have descended from the sky to the ground on the roof of the building, and he continued without pausing: "This is actually interesting. Even in the surface world, the knowledge of games is far from such a popular level. Is it possible that each of you has previously
Are you a member of the secret government department? Or, this world..."
Bang! Bang bang!
The strong man assembled the last bolt, pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired three shots at the ground beside the women.
His pistol is different from the military equipment in the hands of the survival elites. It seems to be modified from a toy air gun. The bullets fired are just steel balls. But at this distance, it is obviously more practical than the police stun gun equipped by the guys downstairs.
Much more.
However, the botanist's voice came from the other side of the women: "It seems that if you are not allowed to recognize the reality, you will not cooperate. Tell everything you know, otherwise the next one will end up like them.
you!"
Immediately, women's screams were heard. Two women standing on the edge of the crowd turned purple for no reason in front of everyone, fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth. They convulsed for more than ten seconds and then lost their vitality. This time
This scene immediately caused more screams one after another.
The man held the modified pistol at his waist vigilantly, and kept scanning the entire rooftop with his hawk-like eyes, but found no place to hide: "Put away your nonsense! Don't think I don't know, you just should
The lackeys of the Chosen One! Everyone, take off your clothes, spread out and stand at the edge of the roof!"
The women were crying and trembling, but they still faithfully carried out the fate of the strong men. Their bodies under the sheets were covered with explosives packed in bottles and jars.
Unlike firearms, which require a certain industrial level to manufacture, in this world, gunpowder can be made using daily necessities around you as long as you have a high school or above chemical knowledge.
A woman wearing glasses forced herself to remain calm and said with tears: "Please, Master, don't push him. Look at the explosives on our bodies! Didn't you say that we must also know about it? But if we know anything about you,
I told you about the game I mentioned a long time ago! So there must be something wrong somewhere, and if you think about it carefully..."
boom!
The strong man took advantage of the bespectacled girl's reasonable analysis to attract the attention of the botanists and detonated the bombs on them. At the same time, he jumped out of the roof with a hang glider.
The waves of the explosion blew him into the distance, and a short while later, the power of the anti-gravity generator automatically stabilized the glider while he was completely dizzy, carrying him and disappearing into the dark night sky.
"I'll wipe it! Cough cough, cough...bastard."
The ashen-faced botanist coughed and cursed. Apart from his incredible concealment, which made him almost impossible to be targeted by enemy snipers, this old man was really not a good fighter.
He didn't notice the brawny man's trick at all, but focused his attention like a scholar on inferring the truth behind the matter. The air wave of the earthen bomb caught him off guard and he flew away, rolling down the stairs from the roof platform to the stairwell.
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If he hadn't specialized in the evolution of health care, this old man would probably fall apart with an ordinary somersault. However, at this point, he was still struggling with the information in the previous conversation:
"You didn't say anything until you were blown up? If they really didn't know the existence of Lamarck's game, why didn't they trigger the 'unrecognized irrational event'? Is there really something special about this world?"
The clairvoyant advanced very quickly and reached the top floor of the building in a few minutes. His eyes were fixed on a door that looked no different from other rooms, and he showed a greedy smile.
He slightly raised the hot muzzle of his assault rifle towards the doorknob, and a seemingly invisible hand was gently opened. However, the discordant colors after being passively opened revealed that this was a form of mimicry rather than invisibility.
"The spoils of war are mine," he said with a sinister smile: "You messed up your work, but you can't hide it from me."
"Really? Then look at what this is?" Not to be outdone, the botanist shook out a tattered map in his hand. The map was incomplete, like a broken object rescued from a fire. The four corners and borders had long been damaged.
It disappeared, leaving only the charred outer edge.