Chapter 293: Taking advantage of the darkness
Lu Bai suddenly stopped smiling, which made the death fighters present feel a little nervous.
Although Zhou Lei's reaction speed is still not as fast as Feng Qian's, he is quite aware of current affairs.
Immediately imitate Feng Qian and put on a respectful and flattering posture.
“Yes, we will definitely comply with the requirements of the times, promote a clean and upright atmosphere, carry out historical missions, and demonstrate our responsibility...”
Just like in a movie theater, if the audience in front stands up, the audience behind will also have to stand up.
Feng Qian and Zhou Lei opened the book first, and the remaining combatants could no longer remain calm.
Slogans full of positive energy sounded in the yard one after another.
The smile returned to Lu Bai’s face again.
But he didn't say much, he just waved and motioned for Feng Qian and Zhou Lei to follow him to the backyard.
The two death fighters naturally would not refuse and followed Lu Bai step by step.
While walking, Feng Qian kept shouting slogans. In a sense, his sense of belief was really strong.
"...causing strong resonance and arousing the passion for struggle."
"Okay."
Lu Bai turned around and interrupted Feng Qian's slogan shouting, The conversation changed: "Who do you think are clones in the yard?"
His previous speech was certainly not a sudden outburst, just a simple filter.
In his opinion, the two deadly fighters in front of him can probably rule out the suspicion of being clones.
After all, it is almost impossible for a replicator to take the initiative to do this in order to survive.
Feng Qian had no image baggage and quickly got out of the state of the repeater: "Brother Lu, I was just trying to remind you to be careful."
Two hundred people died in each death-match duel. Among the combatants, the ratio between real death combatants and clones is basically one to one.
Lu Bai has accepted so many Death Fighters, and the probability that there will not be a single clone among them is infinitely close to zero.
Feng Qian instantly realized what Lu Bai wanted them to do, and said with a low eyebrow: "Brother Lu, don't worry, I will always observe those guys on your behalf."
Before Zhou Lei could react, he subconsciously shouted: "Brother Lu, me too."
Lu Bai raised his eyebrows and patted Feng Qian's shoulder cheerfully.
“You are really a talent.”
Feng Qian did not refute or admit, he just curled up his shoulders and laughed.
"That's it, try to help me find the clones mixed in. After all, there are clones, and everyone is not safe."
Realizing that Feng Qian is a smart man, Lu Bai said no more and returned to the front yard.
After a while, the food was also delivered by someone.
Nearly thirty people were eating lively in the yard.
During the meal, Captain Mao glanced at Lu Bai from time to time, obviously hesitating to speak.
He was worried that Lu Bai would be deceived by the flattering villain, but after all, no problem had occurred yet, and he didn't know how to persuade him.
"Master Lu! Let me toast you."
A middle-aged man wearing an orange sanitation worker's uniform and seemingly malnourished is raising his head heroically The wine glass in hand: "I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want!"
Tons, tons, tons~
He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, drinking so quickly that his face turned a little flushed: "Nothing else, I, Liu Guoqiang, admire people like you."
有毛With the captain here, these Death Fighters won't make their words too clear, just make sure they get the point across.
Lu Bai put a peanut into his mouth and nodded with a smile: "You have it."
"No, no, I have never seen you so generous. People originally thought they were going to die."
Halfway through his words, Liu Guoqiang picked up the wine bottle and filled it for himself: "Oh, I am the stupidest, all in the wine, all in the wine... "After three rounds of wine, the five flavors of food are gone.
Minister Zhang sent someone to inform him that he had arranged accommodation for the "disciples" newly recruited by Lu Bai.
Lu Bai rejected the kindness of the top commander of the operations department.
After dinner, these twenty-odd combatants moved into this family home under Feng Qian’s arrangement.
Of course, with so many people, it can only be in the form of Datongpu.
...
Late night.
Perhaps it was because he had been unconscious for too long during the day. Although Lu Bai was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his actual nervous state was still quite clear.
Strictly speaking, he did not put the hope of finding the clones in Feng Qian and Zhou Lei.
There is not even a strong idea of distinguishing the true identity of the death fighter.
According to his usual style of acting, no matter whether you are a Death Fighter or a clone, he would rather kill all these Death Fighters directly.
The current retention of these Death Fighters is not only because these Death Fighters are too decisive in defecting, but also a large part of the reason is to keep them to see if they can get into the second round of ability pool.
A group of incompetent Death Fighters would hardly pose a threat to him.
The only thing he was worried about was that the clones mixed in would take the opportunity to kill the Death Fighters.
Recalling the last round of deathmatch, the clones I met in prison liked to do this kind of thing.
He already regards these people as his reserve points, how can he tolerate a few points being stolen by the clones.
What he didn't expect was...
The clone he encountered this time seemed to be more courageous than he imagined.
……
rustle~rustle~
In the room with the lights out, Lu Bai, who was hidden in the darkness, suddenly opened his eyes, and his attention couldn't help but shift to the corridor outside the door.
He heard a very slight movement.
It came from the corridor, from far to near.
He couldn't accurately determine whether it was the sound of shoe uppers rubbing against the ground or the sound of clothing fabric rubbing against each other.
This voice was deliberately controlled to be unusually soft.
It was already past four in the morning, and at this time, he appeared quietly outside his room.
No matter who it is, it is obvious that they are here with bad intentions.
Click~click~
It felt like some kind of thin wire was being probed into the keyhole.
The visitor is quite skilled in unlocking skills.
Without making any unnecessary noise, about a few dozen seconds later, Lu Bai felt a slight gust of wind as the door was gently pushed open.
Lu Bai glanced at him, and through the dim lights in the corridor and the titles above his head, he could barely tell that he was a tall man.
Wearing a black raincoat, the hood of the raincoat was placed on his head, and he should also be wearing a mask.
The exposed eyes glowed fiercely. On the numb gloves commonly used by welders, he held an iron cone-shaped tool about 20 centimeters long.
The other party had a clear goal and rushed straight towards the bed where Lu Bai was.
Even though the distance was so close, he still maintained breathless silence.
By the standards of a killer, both his techniques and his psychological quality can be described as quite professional.
(End of this chapter)