Chapter 417 Iron Female Warrior 14
Fortunately, I was not on the field, otherwise I would have been left with only one head watching others fight. Every second that passes, one second of life will be lost; every second is suffering.
Thinking about it, the "chainsaw" was actually merciful to the three people just now, and only saw where it could be repaired. Unlike the "iron claw", which could crush their heads with one claw and completely burp and catch colds.
Time passed by minute by second, and this time the field was full of hard-core warriors, armed with heavy weapons. It's either a big hammer or a big axe. Each one weighs at least half a ton. If you hit it, broken limbs and fragments will fly up.
Finally, the game ended after four minutes.
There was only "Iron Claw" left on the field. He raised his giant sword on the field full of severed limbs and sprinkled with blue biochemical liquid, and showed himself wildly and unruly, making the entire stadium audience marvel at his victory. Victory cheers.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" The thin man and the little oil drum were so anxious that they were sweating. In another minute, the "chainsaw" would be dead.
But "Iron Claw" still has an endless curtain call, but according to the rules, if the winner does not finish, the staff cannot come on to finish the show.
Did this guy do it on purpose?
When the audience's shouts became a little weaker, it was time to stop. "Iron Claw" was finally over.
When he walked backstage, a group of staff immediately swarmed over and picked his head off as fast as possible. When I found one, I picked it up and ran to the backstage.
The thin man and the little oil drum immediately stepped out of the way and ran to the samurai's backstage.
Others followed, and Xining also ran to have a look.
You can't enter, you can only stand at the door. Fortunately, the people running past are all of normal size, otherwise just a fat man can block the entire door.
Xining looked in through the gap. The backstage inside was much larger than the backstage for sparring. There were several times more treatment equipment and beds, all in a row along the nearest wall.
After picking up the heads one by one, they immediately connected the tubes of the oxygen supply device. And shout into your head to see if there is any reaction. So it was very noisy inside, with shouts and screams for help.
Some heads have already been declared dead. After shouting for a long time without reply, and then plugging in the EEG cable, if the brain does not respond with any fluctuations, then it is really dead. Then put the head on a special shelf next to it, waiting for the family to pick it up after everything is over.
Three pills have been placed on the shelf, which looks very impressive.
This was considered good, but one of them was thrown directly into a bucket covered with black cloth next to it. Those were the heads that no one had claimed, so they were collected and sent to the crematorium.
Looking at that bucket, Xining thought it looked like a trash can, and it was black, a dry trash can!
Music sounded outside, it was the intermission performance, and the beautiful women danced to let the audience relax and rest.
Xi Ning felt a lot. It was like singing and dancing outside but life and death inside.
If you pay one million for one head, don't worry about the boss losing money. Because samurai have bets, death will only affect the bettor's money, not the boss's business. On the contrary, the boss hopes that a few will die every time, so as to show the authenticity. But you can't die too many and leave no successors.
With the support of powerful medical means, "Chainsaw" finally opened his eyes and responded. And looking at the computer display, there is no lack of oxygen.
Once deprived of oxygen, it will cause irreversible damage to the brain, and the immortal will become a fool or a vegetative state. At this time, the staff will pull out the link line, because the compensation for a vegetative person and a fool is more than a dead person...for example, the one over there.
Even though his face looked normal, Xining still saw the staff member secretly ticking off one of the link lines with his finger, and the area that was originally red on the computer quickly turned white. After a while, the head was declared dead, the other threads were pulled off, and it was placed on the shelf. What else can I do? Go call the police. Where is the evidence? There are always casualties in the game. After being hit hard on the head, it is normal for someone to hold on for a while and then die.
The body of the person whose head was saved is being transported in.
It's a small forklift, and it just pushes in a lot of shovels.
More than twenty assistants went up and started sorting. As for the samurai on the operating table, the worst thing was that only one head was left, the best thing was that it was half shortened, and they were all shouting. Remind the assistant where your body is approximately.
"My arms are there, yes, the ones I spray-painted with red paint...my feet, what you are holding are my feet..."
The assistants picked them up piece by piece, picking up the big ones first, placing them next to each warrior, and then picking up the smaller pieces.
The forklift came down and swept in all the broken limbs and arms on the field, cleaning the field as quickly as possible for the next game.
The torsos are still being sorted inside, but outside there is already a host shouting excitedly: "The next is the speed warrior competition. Please place your bets as soon as possible. Betting will stop soon!"
Several warriors were coming out of their separate locker rooms. As speed types, their bodies were naturally much smaller than those of strength types. They were similar to ordinary people, and some were even unusually slender, like a short "skinny man".
Half of the samurai are surrounded by full-time consultants and coaches, who are constantly nagging and adding or applying engine oil. And two of them even asked their assistant to put some powder on their faces.
A man, a warrior, a powderer... I sweated.
Look at his face, my God, it’s so thickly pink that it’s like he’s wearing a mask, and he’s also wearing heavy makeup, except for the wig, which is the proper makeup of a noble European medieval man.
They almost didn't look at the row of warriors who were treating them next to them. Even if they did, they just glanced at them and continued walking outside the field without stopping.
The host outside began to announce the name, the number of games won, the current points ranking, and even the height and weight in the order of appearance.
While the players were being introduced, Xining returned to the original backstage and went to the door to watch the next game.
I finally know what a speed type is. Although there is no Flash, it is exaggerated to disappear in the blink of an eye, and the action is also "swishing~" like lightning.
If they run a 100-meter race, they can complete the distance in basically four or five seconds. Throw the powerful weapon over, but before it reaches them, they may avoid it and then stab it with a sword.
But the final competition is not divided into groups. The power, speed and mixed types with the highest points will eventually compete together standing together.
The advantage of the speed type is that it is fast, but its biggest disadvantage is that its attack power is not strong. In order not to affect their speed, the weapons they took were swords that ordinary people could afford. Such a sword can hardly cause any substantial damage to the powerful shell, which is thicker than the steel plate of an armored vehicle. The powerful type only needs to hit them once, and their slender bodies will fall apart.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages.
Compared to the power-type game, the speed-type will not shake the ground with every move. But I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't even blink. Maybe after a blink, I missed how this guy was killed.
Xi Ning is full of bitterness. Just like this, how can she become a female warrior?
(End of chapter)