Chapter 58 Sunday
“I’ll fuck with your mother’s last words”
Jariden just opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
When the three sentry towers opened fire out of control, he was watching the lower bracket resurrection match of the new episode of "Happy Masturbation".
This is a 14-year-old variety show launched by the giant company [Dust Contract Generation]. The contestants will be put on an artificial island that simulates the ecology. They will face fellow contestants and the harsh ecological environment. , genetic biochemical beasts and other threats, you can shoot down various colored "armed drones" in exchange for points, and use points to exchange for equipment, assistance, rule support and bonuses.
The "Losers Resurrection Match" refers to the losers in the past official competitions - most of these people were seriously injured at the time and should have died on their own, but the program team provided an opportunity for them to sign a gambling contract in exchange for treatment. Opportunities and a batch of implants, and then go to the playoffs where the promotion quota is only one-third of the main competition.
Those who are promoted can survive, be promoted to the main competition again, continue to compete, earn bonuses to repay the loans from the gambling contract, and hope that after repaying these loans, they can return with the remaining bonuses.
As for the losers in the resurrection match, most of them died directly on the field. A small number of those who survived but failed to obtain promotion places will enter the "live execution" easter egg link - the "execution method" is determined by the live broadcast The decision was made through barrage and reward voting. This is also the content of the betting contract, which is reasonable, legal and compliant.
Because of this, the revival contest of "Happy Masturbation" is far more exciting than the main contest, with various explosive points emerging one after another, and it is one of the most popular programs nowadays.
So Jaredan was completely obsessed with it! There is no defense at all! Half of his thigh was smashed in an instant, and then he encountered a series of grenade explosions and cold guns, seriously injured on the spot!
But at the critical juncture, the boss discovered that he was still alive through the internal communication channel, so while fighting with this guy, he hinted that he would wait for his signal to shoot and attack——
Looking at the expression on his face, there was no change, and he said nothing. Song Shi, Jaredan's curses gradually disappeared.
"Which family are you from?"
He was silent for a few seconds, then reluctantly raised his head: "Sharp Knife Club? Anke Gang?"
Looking around The ground was in a mess, and Jaredan vomited out another mouthful of blood, his face pale and unwilling: "Tell me the reason? We have already given up part of the ground! The blood has also recognized our territory! The cold chain transportation was also planned at the beginning. ! ”
"Last words? Then these are my last words! What went wrong? Tell me! Do we have any conflict of interest? Or do we have a fool who offended you?!"
"There are so many whys in this world ? Not everything has a cause and effect."
Song Shi shook his head: "But I can indeed answer your first question."
The young man pinched it. Throat, paused: "Now, this voice, do you think of anything?"
Jariden was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but then, his pupils shrank suddenly: "You, You are——"
His voice stopped abruptly.
A cold light flashed across, and a round thing stumbled and slid down.
The already somewhat coagulated plasma on the ground rippled in circles.
I don’t know when, a drizzle fell quietly.
Crack.
The weather in the deep moss area is always so changeable.
The drizzle not long ago turned into a heavy rain that overturned the sky before people had time to react. Those gentle rain lines suddenly became continuous and fell unscrupulously into the night. of earth.
The cold rain swallows up the metal dust in the air, reflecting even more dreamy colors under the neon lights.
A tactical boot crushed the murky water.
As the gaze moves upward from the tactical boots, a human silhouette rises at the end of the street.
A man in a black coat and mask, carrying something in his hand, stepped into the street at an unhurried pace.
"Stop."
The crackling rain hit the streets and alleys, in front of the bar marked "Sunday", watching the other party walking towards them, the two The burly men looked at each other, and one of them raised his voice.
But then, seeing each other showing no intention of stopping, the two men's expressions instantly became colder. One of them stepped forward to meet them, while the other's hand reached towards his waist and held the pistol.
The other party stopped: "I want to see a jackal." "You? Meet a jackal?"
The strong man looked at each other and dressed up to scare people: "You can't go in."
"Why not?"
"We only accept regular customers, I I don’t know you.”
“How can I get in?”
The strong man was already a little impatient. He twisted his knuckles: "Didn't I say that we will only accept regular customers? If you insist on coming in, why don't we get to know each other first?"
As he said this, he sneered. He stretched out his right hand, trying to put his hand on the opponent's shoulder, but suddenly his eyes flashed, and the opponent directly bypassed him.
“——You?!”
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously became furious. When he was about to take action again, he suddenly noticed that his companion’s eyes became shocked.
The next moment, his collar was split into two, and the clothes turned into two pieces of cloth spread out - just now, before he could react, something cut his collar open .
The strong man suddenly turned his head and looked at the other person's back. The latter paused for a moment. A cold light appeared from the gap between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand under the coat, and then it was withdrawn in a flash.
Is that a scalpel?
The strong man's expression was a bit ugly. Another companion pulled out a pistol, and the holographic projection used to decorate the tavern door number disappeared. With several obvious mechanical flipping sounds, the dark muzzle of the autonomous machine gun emerged. Aim at the front of the bar——
Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, a slightly hoarse voice came in from the camera in front of the bar.
“Let this friend come in.”
Hearing this voice, the two people at the door immediately put away their weapons and made way for them. The autonomous machine gun above also retracted with a click. The holographic projection rose again. The dancer in fluorescent clothes chanted with a smile and swayed her skirt to the soft tune again. .
“—I have long heard of the reputation of “Jackal” among middlemen.”
The main color of this bar called “Sunday” is a bit cold, and the metal chandeliers on the ceiling It casts a mixture of dim yellow and dark gray light, forming irregular light and dark prismatic spots on the faces of people in the booths and sofas.
No matter the bar, the seats, or even the wall coverings and chandeliers, they all use the same decoration style. It was the "Mentafu style" that was once popular and famous for its carved fonts and symmetrical graphics with complex textures. ”—but the former became popular forty years ago—with the current design perspective, these can be summarized as a general term for “retro style”.
However, judging from the newness of these decorations, it is obvious that they have not been used for decades. It is obvious that everything is just the personal preference of the bar owner.
"You can let the doorman come out to stop the guests. This kind of behavior is different from the "Jackal" I heard about."
Looking at the guy sitting in front of him, ignoring the gazes around him, The man named "Jackal" slowly raised his glass.
"Of course I welcome guests, but only if they come with good intentions."
The amber liquid swayed in the cup, and the man drank it all in one gulp, then filled it again, continuously three times.
“For what happened just now, these three cups are my apology.”
Jackal gently put down his wine glass, raised his head and looked directly at the other person: "But there is one thing he said rightly. We really only accept regular customers. Now, it's your turn -"
The table suddenly changed. Shen.
“There are no natural regular customers in the world, there must be a process.”
As the refrigerator was opened, three blood-stained balls lay quietly in the pale cold air. head.
Song Shi knocked on the refrigerator:
"So how about we talk about business?"
(End of Chapter)