Chapter 12 That's It?

Just as the gun-wielding bodyguard rushed into the ward, Beard, who was lying on the hospital bed, broke free.

Bang, bang!

The specially made 'restraint belt' snapped one by one.

Beard rolled over and got out of bed, raised his hand to grab the head of the bed, and slammed it up.

card!

The steel canopy bed, which was originally driven into the floor with rivets, was completely connected to the floor.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, mixed with the sound of broken bones and tendons.

The bodyguard, whose chest was sunken by the steel frame bed, was spitting out blood, his eyes were dim, and he obviously couldn't survive.

Beard raised his hand to pick up the gun that fell to the ground and rushed out.

The stunned assistant, before he could react, pointed the gun 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 back to his senses, he reprimanded Beard, as if it was not him but Beard who was pointed at the gun at this time.

The assistant looked calm and proud.

It wasn't any pretence.

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 each other'.

In fact, it is.

The assistant's voice fell, and 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."

While speaking, the assistant raised his hand, ready to bring the gun in Beard's hand.

But at this time-

boom!

The gun went off.

The muzzle flashed.

A blood hole appeared between the assistant's eyebrows, and the arrogance on his face began to solidify.

thump.

The body fell to the ground.

Beard looked at the corpse with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

upset?

A little.

The former security consultant regretted his impulse.

But for some reason, he felt a sense of relief in his heart now.

This is a feeling I haven't had in a long time.

On weekdays, he always felt that he was out of breath.

And now?

He felt free breathing.

Subconsciously, Beard looked down at the gun in his hand.

The handle of the gun is firm and cold to the touch.

"Freedom?"

Beard muttered to himself softly, turned his head to look at the doctor who was still in shock and did not return to God at all.

"Do not kill me!"

"I……"

"Thank you for saving me."

Beard interrupted the panicked words of the doctor and said very sincerely.

Although he was in a coma, Beard knew the outside world very well.

It's not some awakened ability or something, but after the car accident, someone injected him with medicine.

What 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 medicine.

The figure was blurry.

He couldn't remember the other's face very well.

However, he remembered the other party's voice.

'The price that God gave you has already been marked. ’

The sound is a bit muffled, but magnetic.

Beard could guarantee that when he heard the voice again, he would remember it.

As for the old housekeeper, why did he lie?

Isn't everything obvious?

When he was in a coma, he could still perceive everything in the outside world.

The old butler ignored him.

The attending doctor fought for the last ray of life for him.

Everything, he knew it.

"Is that what that guy wants?"

Beard couldn't help thinking about the vague figure.

Beard didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he knew that the other party had quite the purpose, so he would do that.

From the death of Master Sende 9, everything seems to be heading in an unknown direction.

An invisible big net seemed to bind him.

The planner who hides in the dark controls this big net and the people on it.

Including him, Sender 9, the old housekeeper, the doctor beside him, and... Jason.

Thinking of Jason, Beard's expression changed slightly.

He knew exactly what the old housekeeper would do, but he couldn't change it.

Now he...

"Roslo?"

Beard clearly saw the nameplate on the doctor's chest, and after calling out the name, Beard immediately continued: "Now notify your family immediately, hurry up to leave the F area, go to the D area, or the E area, in short, don't Stay in zone F again, remember not to take any public facilities, and drive off the country road with enough food and water."

"Oh, oh, I'll call right away."

The attending doctor was stunned for a while, then finally recovered, and immediately took out his mobile phone.

Looking at Rosslow on the phone, Beard looked out of the corridor.

He heard footsteps.

The well-trained kind.

Obviously, the old housekeeper has found something wrong.

"Although I can't change more people, I must save Ross Luo in front of me!"

Beard had such a belief in his heart.

He took a deep breath, felt the power that he had never had in his body, felt the power in it, and rushed towards the door at the end of the corridor.

...

"what?"

"The bodyguard in charge of the ending was killed by Beard?"

"all?"

"The follow-up has also been killed?"

The old housekeeper was sitting in the car. After another assistant answered the phone, he kept exclaiming.

There was a bit of surprise on the cold face of the old butler.

Then, there is anger!

An anger out of control.

An offended anger.

After adding the two, the old butler spoke directly.

"Let the Family Guard clean him up."

The old butler 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. Instead of leaning on the soft sofa chair, he sat upright.

Some habits have long been imprinted in the old butler's soul.

It does not change due to changes in the environment.

Including daily habits, and…

The habit of handling affairs.

"Does anyone want to reach out to the 'Send Family'?"

"Is it the 'Delong family'? Or the 'Cisse' family?"

"Or those rats in the gutter?"

"However, no matter which one!"

"The hands you stretch out will be chopped off, and then you will pay the price!"

"A heavy price!"

A sneer appeared on the face of the old butler after going over the family's enemies and possible enemies in Area F.

He is mocking the self-control of these people.

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 that Jason."

The old butler said softly.

...

click.

The chains and the cage doors were opened almost in no particular order.

Jason rubbed his wrist, took the short-handled wide-bladed machete in his hand, and stood up like that.

He was the last to 'go out'.

The 'Survivor' had already left for 3 hours.

And among the 'Murderers', the last one left was also 5 minutes ago, and the earliest one had already exceeded 20 minutes.

Obviously, in the preliminary round, he was too impressed with the 'game organizer'.

The other party does not want the situation of 'one wears 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?

Unspoken rules?

unfair?

Those who care about these will only become more and more difficult to survive.

When you are powerless to resist, you need to hibernate.

When you have the ability to resist, you can become a 'chess player'.

If you are not given a chance to become a 'chess player'?

Then flip his chessboard and smash their dog heads!

This is one of the rules of life that Jason learned in 'The City That Never Sleeps'.

It follows closely behind the "survive by any means".

After the two are added together, the wonderful feeling produced makes Jason hate the "city that never sleeps" more and more.

Wherever he goes, he feels that it will be heaven.

Friendly people, delicious food, comfy beds, and hot showers.

The copy world in front of you?

not excluded.

Even better,

Because, food is free!

Three days of free nutritious meals, although not very tasteful, made Jason, who has been eating all the time, feel comfortable, especially after increasing his satiety by 3 points in a row.

3 points of satiety, for the current Jason, is nothing.

But if you look into it, it's also a life.

And most importantly: it's free!

Nothing makes Jason happier than free food.

If so, it must be food that brings satiety.

Therefore, at this time, Jason was in a pretty good mood.

It's the same even if it takes a little time to hunt the 'Murderer'.

That's right!

Hunt for the 'Murderer'!

Only sissy 'masochists' go to hunt 'survivors'.

The real 'Murderer' is going to hunt the 'Murderer'!

Therefore, from beginning to end, Jason did not set his sights on those 'survivors'.

No matter what these 'survivors' are for participating in this 'game', they are weak in a sense, and Jason has no habit of swinging a knife at the weak.

Of course, the premise is, don't mess with him.

offended him?

God, also eat for you to see.

Step, step.

Jason stepped forward.

The design of this cell is not different from that in the preliminary round, with a cell on one side and a solid wall on the other, and the exit is at the end.

At this moment, the two metal doors at the end had already opened.

Unlike the daytime in the preliminary round, this time is night.

Looking through the door, you can clearly see the night sky, stars and moon.

And as it gets closer to the gate, the beautiful night sky becomes clearer and clearer.

Jason looked at the starry sky and continued to stride forward.

The 'audience' in Jason's live broadcast room was anxiously playing the barrage.

"Underfoot! Underfoot!"

"Jason! Look at your feet!"

"Trap! Trap!"

...

The completed barrage floated across the screen, but Jason couldn't see it at all, and he continued to walk forward.

click!

Suddenly, Jason seemed to guess something.

The metal squeaked.

Two curved steel rings with sharp teeth hit Jason's right leg directly.

boom!

Jason seemed to have no time to dodge, and was locked by the 'beast trap' on his right leg.

And this is not the end.

Whoosh!

With a sound of breaking through the air, a throwing rope flew from the darkness. After the two-meter-long throwing rope touched Jason, it automatically turned around, wrapping Jason around firmly.

"Quack quack, Jason, who is 'optimized'?"

"That's it?"

In the sneering voice, a man with a slightly thin body and a dazzling cockscomb head walked out.

Tactical boots, camouflage trousers and vest, with tactical gloves in both hands, a 'crossbow' in the right hand, and 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 did not have the unique temperament of a soldier at all.

What it has is just a kind of oily hostility, especially when the other party is walking, shaking and swaying without saying anything, and chewing gum in his mouth.

The other party swaggered to the bound Jason.

The right leg is caught in the 'beast trap', even if the leg is not broken, it will lose its mobility, not to mention the 'sling' restraint brought by the 'automatic sling'.

Once trapped, even some self-proclaimed Hercules can't break free.

Therefore, this 'masochist' is very relieved.

"I accept your head."

The 'Murderer' stood in front of Jason and raised the crossbow in his hand.

The front end of the crossbow arrow is radiant, and the moonlight shines on it at night, making it even more chill.

The excitement on the face of the chewing gum-chewing 'masochist' reached an extreme.

The excited opponent's saliva began to flow involuntarily. Even chewing gum couldn't stop the saliva from flowing out of the corner of his mouth and dripping down the ground along his chin.

The other party didn't notice, and smiled 'hoho' in his mouth.

The finger is about to pull the trigger.

"It's over! It's over!"

"Jason is finished!"

"The legs are caught by the 'beast trap', and the body is bound by the 'casting rope', it is dead."

"I've always been optimistic about Jason, how could this be?"

"That's the magic of 'game'!"

"The 'Murderer' who seemed to be powerful in the last moment is likely to be killed by a small accident. Isn't that the case with Jason in the preliminary round? The current rematch is just a turn over."

"It makes sense upstairs, but I'm stuck! What should I do?"

"I'm also studded, what should I do with the same question?"

"Two people upstairs, let's go to the rooftop together!"

"At least, not lonely!"

"The upstairs is cruel, at this time, shouldn't we pray for a miracle?"

"Just pray!"

"A miracle will happen!"

"Miracle?"

"Whoever believes that is a fool!"

...

At this time, the barrage in Jason's live room reached a peak.

The dense barrage almost blocked Jason in the video.

And the speeches are more varied.

There is objective analysis.

I don't believe it.

There are also messes.

Of course there is also prayer.

However, the prayers themselves do not believe in miracles.

Their mentality is roughly, try it if it works?

Then--

The 'miracle' really happened.