At the moment when the armed bodyguard rushed into the ward, Beard, who was lying on the hospital bed, broke free from his restraints.
Bang, bang bang!
The special 'restraint straps' were broken one by one.
Beard rolled out of bed, raised his hand, grabbed the head of the bed, and jerked it up.
Stuck!
The steel frame bed, which was originally driven into the floor with rivets and completely connected to the floor, directly pulled up a large piece of ground and rolled onto the bodyguard.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, mixed with the sound of broken bones and tendons.
The bodyguard, whose chest was dented by the steel frame bed, was spitting out blood and his eyes were dim. It was obvious that he would not survive.
Beard raised his hand to pick up the gun that fell to the ground and rushed out.
Before the stunned assistant could react, the gun was pointed directly between his eyebrows.
"Calm down, Beard."
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Put the gun away."
After the assistant who was pointed at the gun came to his senses, he scolded Beard, as if the person being pointed at the gun was not him but Beard.
The assistant looked calm but proud.
It's not some pretense.
He has confidence.
The confidence from the ‘Send Family’.
He believed that Beard would make the right choice.
Even if he just wanted someone to 'kill the other person'.
In fact, this is also the case.
When the assistant finished speaking, he saw the hesitation in Beard's eyes.
The assistant smiled.
"That's how the world is."
"On your knees, you can live."
"And living is the most important thing."
"Beard, you should put your naivety aside and learn to compromise with the world."
As the assistant spoke, he raised his hand, preparing to take the gun from Beard's hand.
But at this moment
Bang!
Gunshots were fired.
Muzzle flash came out.
A bloody hole appeared between the assistant's eyebrows, and the pride on his face began to solidify.
thump.
The body fell to the ground.
Beard looked at the corpse with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
upset?
A little bit.
This former security consultant regretted his impulsiveness.
But for some reason, he felt relaxed and happy in his heart now.
This is a feeling I haven't had in a long time.
On weekdays, he always feels like he can't breathe.
And now?
He felt free to breathe.
Subconsciously, Beard lowered his head and looked at the gun in his hand.
The feel of the gun handle is solid and cold.
"Free?"
Beard whispered to himself, turning his head to look at the doctor who was still in shock and had not recovered at all.
"Don't kill me!"
"I……"
"Thank you for saving me."
Beard interrupted the doctor's panicked words and said very sincerely.
Although he was in a coma, Beard knew the outside world very clearly.
This was not some awakening of abilities, but someone injected him with a drug after the car accident.
What kind of potion, Beard didn't know.
He only remembered that after he was hit, someone appeared in front of him and then injected him with a dose of medicine.
The figure was very blurry.
He couldn't remember the other person's face clearly.
However, he remembered the other party's voice.
'What God has given you has already been marked with a price.'
The voice is a bit deep, but full of magnetism.
Beard can guarantee that when he hears this voice again, he will definitely remember it.
As for the old housekeeper, why did he lie when he asked?
Isn't everything obvious?
While he was in a coma, he could still perceive everything in the outside world.
The old housekeeper ignored him.
The attending doctor fought for his last chance of life.
He knows everything.
"Is this what the guy wants?"
Beard couldn't help but think about that vague figure.
Beard didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he knew that the other party had a certain purpose and that's why he did it.
Starting from the death of Master Sende 9, everything seems to be heading in an unknown direction.
An invisible net seemed to be tying him down.
The planners hiding in the dark control this big network and the people on it.
Including him, Sender 9, the old housekeeper, the doctor next to him, and... Jason.
Thinking of Jason, Beard's face changed slightly.
He knew exactly what the old butler would do, but he couldn't change it.
He is now...
"Rosello?"
Beard clearly saw the nameplate on the doctor's chest. After calling out the name, Beard immediately continued: "Notify your family immediately and leave F Area quickly. You can go to D Area or E Area. In short, don't do it."
If you stay in Area F again, remember not to use any public facilities, drive by yourself and leave on the country road with enough food and water."
"Oh, oh, I'll call right away."
The attending doctor was stunned for a moment, then finally came to his senses and immediately took out his cell phone.
Looking at Rothlow on the phone, Beard looked out the corridor.
He heard footsteps.
The well-trained kind.
It was obvious that the old housekeeper had noticed something was wrong.
"Although I can't change more people, I must save Roslo in front of me!"
Beard had such a belief in his heart.
He took a deep breath, feeling the power in his body that he had never experienced before, and feeling the power within it, he rushed straight towards the door at the end of the corridor.
…
"What?"
"The bodyguard responsible for the closing was killed by Beard?"
"all?"
"Have all the subsequent ones been killed as well?"
The old housekeeper was sitting in the car, and after another assistant answered the phone, he kept exclaiming.
There was a hint of surprise on the old housekeeper's cold face.
Then, there is anger!
An anger that is out of control.
An offended anger.
After adding the two together, the old housekeeper spoke directly.
"Let the family guard clean him out."
The old housekeeper said coldly.
"yes."
The assistant immediately dialed another number.
Listening to the communication between the assistant and the family guard, the old butler adjusted his sitting posture. He did not lean on the soft sofa chair, but sat upright.
Some habits have long been imprinted on the old butler's soul.
It will not change due to changes in the environment.
Including daily habits, and...
Habits of handling affairs.
"Does anyone want to reach out to the 'Send Family' again?"
"Is it the 'Delong family'? Or the 'Cisse' family?"
"Or maybe those gutter rats?"
"But no matter which one!"
"Every hand you hold out will be cut off, and then you will pay the price!"
"A heavy price!"
After the old housekeeper went through the family's enemies and possible enemies in Area F, a sneer appeared on his face.
He was mocking the overestimation of these people's abilities.
The power of the 'Send Family' in Area F is not as simple as it seems.
Even in the 'game', there is absolute control.
"Let's start this time with the death of Jason."
The old housekeeper said softly.
…
Click.
The chains and cage doors were opened almost in no particular order.
Jason rubbed his wrist, took the short-handled wide-blade machete in his hand, and stood up.
He was the last one to 'go out'.
The ‘escapists’ had already left for 3 hours.
Among the 'violators', the last one left 5 minutes ago, and the earliest one left more than 20 minutes ago.
It was obvious that he had made a very deep impression on the ‘game organizers’ during the preliminary round.
The other party does not want the situation of 'one wearing three' to appear again.
Of course, the efforts of the ‘audience’ are also one aspect.
However, compared to the former, Jason believes more that the latter is ‘participation’.
Insider story?
Hidden rules?
Unfair?
Those who care about these will only find it increasingly difficult to survive.
When you are unable to resist, you need to hibernate.
When you have the ability to resist, you can become a 'chess player'.
What if you are not given the chance to become a ‘chess player’?
Then overturn his chessboard and smash their heads!
This is one of the rules of life that Jason learned in the city that never sleeps.
Follow closely the line 'Survive by any means necessary'.
The wonderful feeling created by adding the two made Jason hate the 'city that never sleeps' even more.
It also made him feel that wherever he went, it would be heaven.
The people are nice, the food is delicious, the beds are comfortable, and there are hot showers.
The copy world in front of you?
No exception.
Even better,
Because, food is free!
Three days of free nutritious meals, although tasteless, made Jason, who had been eating, feel comfortable, especially after increasing his satiety by 3 points in a row.
Three points of satiety is nothing to Jason now.
But if you look into it deeply, this is also a life.
The most important thing: it’s free!
Nothing makes Jason happier than free food.
If so, it must be that food brings satiety.
Therefore, Jason was in a pretty good mood at this time.
Even if it takes a while to hunt the 'Reverer'.
That’s right!
Hunting the ‘Razor’!
Only sissy ‘violators’ hunt ‘survivors’.
The real "violent" is to hunt the "violent"!
Therefore, from beginning to end, Jason did not set his sights on those 'escapees'.
No matter why these 'escapists' participated in this 'game', they were all weak in a sense, and Jason was not in the habit of wielding a knife at the weak.
Of course, the premise is not to offend him.
Provoked him?
God, let me eat it for you to see.
Tread, step.
Jason stepped forward.
The design of this cell is no different from that of the preliminary round, with a cell on one side and a solid wall on the other, with the exit at the end.
At this moment, the two metal doors at the end have already been opened.
Different from the daytime during the preliminary round, this time is night.
Through the door, you can clearly see the night sky, stars and moon.
As we get closer to the gate, the beautiful night sky becomes clearer and clearer.
Jason looked at the starry sky and continued to stride forward.
The 'audiences' in Jason's live broadcast room were anxiously posting comments.
"At your feet! At your feet!"
"Jason! Look at your feet!"
"Trap! Trap!"
…
A barrage of bullets floated across the screen, but Jason couldn't see it at all. He continued to move forward.
Click!
Suddenly, Jason seemed to guess something at his feet.
The metal piece clicked.
Two arc-shaped steel rings with sharp teeth hit Jason's right leg directly.
Bang!
Jason seemed to have no time to dodge, and his right leg was locked by the 'beast trap'.
And this is not the end.
Whoosh!
Amidst the sound of breaking through the air, a rope flew from the darkness. After touching Jason, the two-meter-long rope automatically spun around and wrapped around Jason tightly.
"Quack, quack, the 'favored' Jason?"
"That's it?"
Amidst the sarcastic voice, a slightly thin man with a dazzling comb on his head came out.
Tactical boots, camouflage pants and a vest, with tactical gloves on both hands, and a crossbow in his right hand, with two bags of crossbow arrows hanging on the side of the tactical belt.
The other party was dressed like a soldier.
But the other party didn't have the unique temperament of a soldier at all.
There is just a kind of greasy hostility, especially when the other person is walking, swaying and chewing gum in his mouth.
The other party swaggered up to the restrained Jason.
The right leg was caught in the 'beast trap'. Even if the leg was not broken, it lost its mobility, not to mention the 'throwing rope' restraint caused by the 'automatic throwing rope'.
Once trapped, even some guys who call themselves Hercules can't break free.
Therefore, this ‘torturer’ is very relieved.
"I'll take your head."
The 'madman' stood in front of Jason and raised the crossbow in his hand.
The front end of the crossbow arrow shines with cold light, and the moonlight shines on it at night, giving it a hint of chill.
The excitement on the face of the 'violator' who was chewing gum reached an extreme level.
In the excitement, the opponent's saliva began to flow involuntarily. Even chewing gum could not stop the saliva from flowing from the corners of his mouth and dripping along his chin to the ground.
The other party didn't notice it at all, and smiled with a "ho ho" in his mouth.
The finger is about to pull the trigger.
"It's over! It's over!"
"Jason is doomed!"
"The legs were caught by the 'trap' and the body was restrained by the 'throwing rope'. Now he is dead."
"I've always been very optimistic about Jason, how could this happen?"
"This is the charm of 'game'!"
"The seemingly powerful 'Razor' at the last moment is likely to be killed by a small accident. Wasn't it the same with Jason in the preliminary round? Now the rematch is just the other way around."
"What you said above makes sense, but I failed! What should I do?"
"I've also done stud, and I'm wondering what should I do?"
"The two of you upstairs, let's go to the rooftop together!"
"At least, I'm not lonely!"
"It's cruel upstairs. At this time, shouldn't we pray for a miracle?"
"Just pray!"
"A miracle will definitely happen!"
"Miracle?"
"Whoever believes it is a fool!"
…
At this time, the barrage in Jason's live broadcast room reached its peak.
The dense barrage almost obscured Jason in the video.
And the opinions are even more diverse.
There is objective analysis.
Do not believe it.
There are also those who cause trouble.
Of course there is also prayer.
However, the prayers themselves do not believe that miracles will happen.
Their mentality is roughly, give it a try and what if it works?
