Chapter 3 Simple

The sound of the door closing still echoed in the corridor.

The 'audience' watching this scene was stunned.

"What does this newcomer want to do?"

"He doesn't want to complete the 'hunting' here, does he?"

"No, unless he's crazy!"

"Which 'Wild Hunter' here is not stronger than him?"

"Would it be a normal person who can become a 'Wild Hunter'?"

"What a crazy guy!"

"Damn, I thought my bet could save me!"

"Hey, I'm waiting to see how he died tragically!"

...

A barrage of barrages swiped across the screen. Compared to the sparse ones before, this time was undoubtedly much denser.

However, no one is optimistic about Jason.

Most of the barrage is schadenfreude.

A few are cursing.

Because, they all bet on Jason.

There are sporadic, and there are some who oppose 'crazy games', but as soon as they appear, they are submerged under other barrages, and they are completely invisible.

And Jason, who was outside the cell, didn't know this.

He stood there quietly, with no expression on his face covered by the mask, waiting for his first prey.

Soon, an iron door deep in the corridor opened.

click!

In the sound of the metal moving, a tall, strong figure that slammed into the door repeatedly rushed out.

The opponent's muscles are well developed, far beyond Chang Rao's imagination.

Even if he was too weak and hit the opposite wall, he just shook his head and his body stood firm.

There was no sign of pain on that ugly face.

There is tyranny.

There is just madness.

The next moment, the Wild Hunter found Jason.

"Kill him, big boy!"

"Tear him apart, big boy!"

"Let him understand the meaning of 'Wild Hunt'!"

...

On the screen belonging to this 'Wild Hunter', the barrage is like a stream of water.

Even on the screen belonging to Jason, there are more similar barrages.

In particular, when the Wild Hunter named 'Big Boy' started rushing towards Jason, the audience frantically tapped the keyboard and began to vent the rising adrenaline.

close!

Closer!

The 'big boy' has already run to the 'new man'.

Their breathing began to speed up.

They flushed.

Their eyes widened, trying not to miss the slightest expectation.

Then--

puff!

Blood spurted.

The head flew up.

"Good job..."

Many people staring at this scene, when the blood splashed, began to shout loudly, but the voice stopped abruptly after the exit.

Because it wasn't the 'newcomer' who fell.

Rather, 'big boy'!

what happened?

These 'spectators' sat there blankly.

But only a few seconds later, hundreds of people uttered the curtain of pity again.

"Playback!"

"Play it back quickly!"

"Cheating"

...

When similar remarks began to appear, the live video began to replay.

Everyone can clearly see what just happened in the slow chat playback.

The 'big boy' opened his arms and pounced on the 'newcomer', just like in previous games, according to the experience of previous games, the 'big boy' would hug the 'newcomer', and then strangle the opponent in his arms, or high He raised his head high and slammed into the ground.

The body of flesh and blood collided with the hard concrete floor, and the result was naturally broken bones and tendons, and even death.

And this is also the audience's perception of the 'big boy'.

Also looking forward to it.

But this result did not happen.

The 'newcomer' easily dodged the attack of the 'big boy'.

Then, a knife swings out.

The 'big boy' has strong muscles, but it is still useless in the face of the blade of the short-handled wide-bladed machete.

With a flash of sword light, Dou Da's head rolled to the ground.

The audience who won' looked at the replay footage, the disbelief on the ugly face of the 'big boy', and they all froze in place.

Similar expressions appeared on their faces.

After the barrage on Jason's screen paused for about three seconds, there was a direct blowout.

"sharp!"

"This newcomer is unusual!"

"Just kidding, such a guy is called a 'newcomer'?"

"It must be some old hand impersonating!"

"SB upstairs, I won't read it if there is official information!"

"Won!"

"It's a win this time! I'm going to make a fortune!"

"Sure enough, it's a newcomer to have a stud!"

"Want to win? Very early!"

"Don't forget that he is still at the 'starting point'. Even if he gets 20 points, he has to leave the 'starting point' to be considered a victory."

"right!"

"The two Wild Hunters in the back won't let him go."

"Especially that 'wheelchair brainstormer' is not only powerful, but also intelligent."

"That guy's layout ability is very powerful. In the previous 'regional competitions', he relied on the layout again and again to win the final victory."

...

With a flick of the blade, the stained blood fell.

Jason also looked at the "Wild Hunter" who fell to the ground.

The other party seems to have strong muscles, but there is no skill at all, and his brain is not very smart. Although ordinary people will be frightened by that crazy feeling, in Jason's eyes, the other party is a clumsy and demented person. beast.

It's really not easy to deal with this.

However, Jason did not easily become contemptuous of the opponent behind him for the first time.

To deal with any enemy, you must do your best!

This is what he learned in 'The City That Never Sleeps'.

Death is regrettable.

But the most regrettable thing is that until you die, you hold your cards and don't play them.

Jason has seen quite a few of them.

And he?

Absolutely do not want to be such a person.

Not only useless, but also embarrassed.

Of course, what makes him more vigilant is the 'worldview' of this 'dungeon world'.

seem……

Extraordinary twist.

As Jason thought, he walked along the corridor and walked towards the next cage.

click!

With the same metallic sound, the cage door opened.

It can be different from the rampage of the previous 'big boy'.

Although the door of the cage was opened, there was no movement inside.

Sitting on his own wheelchair, the 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' pressed the button hidden on the wheelchair with a sneer.

Bloody smell, he smelled it.

What happened, he also guessed.

Every year, no!

It is that before the start of every 'game', there will always be someone 'waiting for the rabbit'.

There are both newcomers and veterans.

And those guys for 'adjusting life'.

But no matter which one, most of the results will not be too good.

Death is their last option.

Before that, he would experience unimaginable pain.

After all, some of the guys in the 'Murderer' are just too perverted.

And he?

He is different.

When he sits in this wheelchair, his IQ is online, and he is always calm.

He can completely control the audience!

What he wants is not just the winner of this preliminary round!

Quarterfinals, district finals.

Even the finals!

He will win!

Then……

He will be free!

As for what to do after freedom?

Naturally, he wanted to kill all the guys who brought him in!

Just like before, electric shock, burning at the stake.

He's going to let those guys try one by one.

The 'wheelchair brainstormer', who was thinking in the bottom of his heart, moved slowly in his hands. After he pressed the wheelchair several times in a row, three metal spheres the size of table tennis rolled out from under the wheelchair.

Then, they stretched out their mechanical limbs and began to crawl outwards like spiders.

At the same time, a translucent screen appeared in the hands of the 'wheelchair brainstormer', allowing him to clearly see a pull outside.

closed door.

Dark corridor.

The idiot's body.

It's disgusting.

The 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' commented that he was not at all anxious about not finding a 'newcomer', and his three treasures were not just as simple as finding a way.

The fingers tapped on the wheelchair several times again.

The infrared in the three metal pathfinders began to scan.

But, still not!

This time, the 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' twisted his body.

What about people?

Did you leave?

I didn't hear the door open again?

still……

The 'wheelchair brainstormer' seems to have thought of something.

The 'new man' is behind him!

Although the idea was incredible, the Wheelchair Brainstormer didn't think Jason could stand behind him without his eyes, but he couldn't help but turn his head.

Hold your breath.

back sharply.

Nothing at all!

The 'Wheelchair Brainstormer' breathed a sigh of relief.

Scare yourself!

Just a newbie!

It's not the "monster" guys in the finals, how could they have such an ability?

The Wheelchair Brainstormer turned his head back.

Immediately, the tone stopped!

He looked at the tall, strong, mask-wearing 'newcomer' in front of him, his eyes widening involuntarily.

"Wait for me……"

puff!

A knife passed by.

It's no different from the previous 'big boy'.

'Wheelchair brainstormer' solved.

Or to be more precise, it's simpler than the 'big boy'.

At least the 'big boy' needs a little effort for Jason to come, and the 'wheelchair brainstormer' in front of him has no difference in physical fitness from ordinary people.

When the short-handled wide-blade machete swipes across the opponent's neck, it doesn't require any effort at all, and the school is easy to follow.

As for the 'wheelchair' that the other party relies on?

Jason glanced and walked out.

Unless it's a technology that spans the ages like the 'Sabi Star Man', it's like an ordinary fire stick for him.

Do not!

Might as well burn a fire stick!

At the very least, the fire stick can also cook on the fire.

And this 'wheelchair' full of organs?

It's just a decoration.

Jason walks out of the 'wheelchair brainstormer' cell.

There was a brief silence on the screen that belonged to Jason.

This time the audience didn't clamor for replays, nor did they cheat.

They have already felt the difference of this 'newcomer'.

"Is this 'newcomer' lucky?"

"Good luck? Are you blind upstairs?"

"strength!"

"This newcomer is really powerful!"

"Win! I win! I can buy a house with a down payment!"

"Luck! It must be luck!"

"Another new talent who is truly powerful!"

"He will definitely educate this Xinrao well!"

"Education? You will be educated!"

"You are the one to be educated!"

...

A quarrel arises.

Different from the low self-esteem and cowardice in reality, swallowing up one's voice, daring not to conflict with others, nor to laugh at others, for fear of being beaten, on the Internet, the appearance of quarrels is too simple.

The two "spectators" who disliked each other directly sprayed each other in Jason's live broadcast room.

They said goodbye to the submissive promises in reality. Here, they were transformed into extraordinary, high-spirited, punched, and wanton abuse of each other.

It's like a keyboard warrior who didn't give birth to me, the world is like a long night, the key is here!

It's like the top of the fairy, proud of the world, if you have my keyboard, you will be sakura

It's more like the key of the big river coming up, and one key traverses the world.

They smashed the world, killed all the immortals, and cut nine with one click.

If there is no real immortal in the world, they are willing to hold the key and turn into immortals.

There was a keyboard first and then there was, and they attacked the gods.

And soon, they attracted more people to join their camp Zheng

In the beginning there were still people who remembered what they were arguing about.

But as time passed, no one could remember.

They just remember: spray!

Spray each other!

Use vulgar words to words of tigers and wolves!

Fight the Horse Hunter with Zaun's Words!

When it is wonderful, it can be summed up in one word -

Gan!

Concise, yet compelling.

But Jason couldn't see it, he just felt a little hot and dry.

Then all attention was focused on the last 'Wild Hunter'.

Even through the cell door, Jason could smell the strong smell of blood.

Similarly, the blood gushing from the bodies of the ‘Big Boy’ and the ‘Wheelchair Brainstormer’ also attracted the ‘Wild Hunter’, who had a disheveled hair and ate people’s heads.

Holding the head that had long been gnawed out of the bones, he began to approach the prison door tentatively.

Little by little.

When he finally got close to the prison door.

click!

The prison door opened.

This 'Wild Hunter' named 'Head Collector' immediately retreated vigilantly.

After confirming that nothing happened, he went to the former school again.

This scene attracted the 'audience' in front of the screen.

They stopped spraying each other.

They began to pay attention to the picture in front of them.

They watched the 'Head Collector' walk out of the cell.

They saw the 'Head Collector' saw Jason.

Then, they saw the 'Head Collector' scream in horror and began to back away again and again.

It looked as if he had encountered some terrifying and deadly existence.

"what happened?"

"Isn't this 'head collector' afraid?"

"Be confident upstairs and remove the question mark."

"But why?"

"Of course I felt the aura of a 'strong man'!"

"The 'newcomer' I suppressed is a real strong man!"

...

It was another barrage, but soon, these barrages stopped.

Because, the 'head collector' who retracted into the cell appeared again.

He crawled out eagerly, looked at the corpse of the 'big boy' in the distance behind Jason, began to swallow saliva, and then roared lowly at Jason.

That is intimidation.

Just like among the beasts.

The 'Head Collector' sees Jason as a more powerful 'kind'.

But Jason isn't a beast.

He is a 'foodie'.

Although sometimes forced to drink blood, it will also be disinfected.

As for gnawing directly?

Or the same kind of head?

"No table manners!"

Jason commented silently in his heart.

Therefore, when the 'Head Collector' couldn't control his bloodthirsty instinct and rushed towards Jason, when Jason raised his hand, it was a knife.

Feeling such a slash, Qian Po's body immediately stopped, as if the inertia had been eliminated, so he stood still, and then quickly retreated.

He's going back to his cell again

In his cognition, a 'prison cell' is a nest.

And the nest means safety.

Although the 'Head Collector' has no wisdom, his instinct tells him that he can do it.

until--

Knife light is like a shadow.

'Head Collector' is fast.

Jason is faster.

In that heartbeat like a war drum, Jason's figure passed over the 'Head Collector'.

He stood behind him.

The wrist flipped, shaking the blood on the blade.

The blood fell on the ground, showing a straight line of blood.

It is also like the blood line on the neck of the 'Head Collector'.

Smooth and neat.

Like the perfect 'one'.

Subsequently,

Scarlet blooms.

The whole place is boiling.

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