In the huge room, square metal tables with a length of nearly five meters wide are placed, and the whole picture of Chester City formed by light blue virtual lines is presented.

Not only that, there are also a large number of markers on the entire 3D Chester map, including green, yellow and red resource acquisition points and a large number of moving dots. They are undoubtedly volunteers participating in the game at this time.

There were several bionic people around the metal table, with exactly the same outfit and even the same face. They observed the various urban areas of Chester, holding audio-visual sticks in their hands, and the extended light screen was full of the current situation in the urban area.

One of the bionic people suddenly dimmed. According to the process set in advance, it was responsible for this part of the city that immediately turned on the event recorder built-in gene beasts in the resource point and browsed the entire process at nearly eight times the speed.

After a few seconds of pause, it seemed that he was "thinking". He immediately raised his hand and pressed it on the right temple and said slowly: "Gambling Field No. 3, 0731, relying on two pistols to kill the genetic beast in the red resource acquisition point. The battle process was clean and neat. Mr. Glock, I think you should take a look in person."

Shortly after the message was sent, a fat middle-aged man paced in on one side of the room.

The precious clothing was completely gone when he was wearing it. The raised chest and abdomen and the embedded skin made him look like a clown, holding a cream cake in one hand and red wine in the other. He didn't care that he was in a serious workplace and acted under the attention of more than a dozen "people".

"I heard there are goals worth paying attention to?"

He walked straight to the bionic man who was reporting, and without saying a word, he snatched the audio-visual stick in his hand. He stood forward and the former had to retreat.

Watching the woman who sacrificed an arm for victory in the video, Glock raised his eyebrows.

"Interesting woman...If she can enter the top five and pay special attention to her spiritual will, I will see her appear in our minds as soon as possible."

Throwing the audiovisual stick back into the hands of the bionic man, Glock talked about the possible treatment of her in the future.

"Our Brain"

This may sound incredible. How can a person or a thought appear in multiple brains?

In fact, the "brain" behind this sentence does not refer to Glock's brain, and it is even more impossible for these bionic people to be from, because they do not exist in brains at all.

Glock refers to something special, and its real title naturally cannot be such "our brain", but he is not interested in ignoring the formality of this name.

The laboratory at the headquarters of the organization has sent messages repeatedly to speed up the collection of volunteers available for the experiment. As the main part of the No. 3 game venue, he also has the number of indicators that must be completed. Therefore, compared with the previous careful selection, he had to temporarily draw a group of people through some special methods.

Of course, even if it is temporarily drawn, it is impossible to find two of them casually. If they are discovered, the consequences may be more serious than the incomplete number of people. So he took care of these bionic people below in advance and asked them to pay more attention to those who are outspoken during the game.

"Mr. Glock, according to previous regulations, our observation of volunteers should be kept at two or three times before they can enter our plan, and at least thoroughly investigate their identities. If this process is passed, it may pose a certain security threat to our cause."

Rules are rules, and Glock's flexibility does not conform to the process that is appropriate in the bionic people's mind, so he immediately spoke out and reminded him.

This undoubtedly made Glock feel dissatisfied.

"What's your career?"

Glock glanced at the bionic man beside him with some disdain.

"It's just a piece of stuff that is made up of. You are our servants. Will people and wood have a common cause? You are just tools. So I don't want to hear any nonsense about 'our career' from your mouth in the future... All I want to hear from you is 'Yes, sir'. Do you understand this reply?"

"Yes, sir."

They are just tools, and this career has nothing to do with them. The bionic man wrote down these two elements and said according to the will of the master who created his own.

Behind it, several bionic men who looked exactly like him looked up at the same time.

They were also recorded.

......

The words are divided into two ends.

Zhu Jue, who didn't know that he had been targeted, had just entered the second safety zone at this time. The sniper rifle was packed in a cloth bag bought in the supermarket, and there were 30 sniper bullets in total.

According to his plan, he still has to find a way to get a fully automatic rifle. Although with Suzi's help, his sniper rifle can be used as a single shot pistol, this kind of thing is a bit too "exaggerated".

Zhu Jue does not plan to go to the resource acquisition point this time.

First of all, although he could quickly reach the resource point by using Su Zi's positioning, it has been more than an hour since the arrival of the arrival, and the number of resource points is only about 35. Now, the resource points in green and yellow may have been occupied by people for a long time. Maybe some people have begun to enter the red resource acquisition point. At this time, it is not only easy to lose, but may also be ambushed.

Secondly, as mentioned before, the location of this murder game is set in the actual world, so few resource acquisition points are undoubtedly encouraging them to use the resources already in Chester to fight.

Besides, automatic rifles are not rare. Even in the underground black markets of small cities like Chester, they are still sold. If it weren't for the precious time, Zhujue could even go to the regular gun sales store in the city to buy two.

Following the route given by Suzi, Zhu Jue soon entered the underground market in Chester.

The underground black market of Dawn City has become a small town in Pasfica, so Chester City naturally cannot do it, so its underground black market is actually an industrial land with a large number of abandoned buildings. It was originally a large factory, but now it has been jointly sold by local gangs as a trading place.

"Stop, where did you come from!"

As soon as I walked to the door of the wall outside, people holding weapons surrounded on both sides.

"I'll buy some goods, I'm just an ordinary person."

Although he didn't quite understand why there were people in this kind of place to take care of it, Zhu Jue's movements were not slow and raised his hand and replied.

"Buy medicine or something else?"

One of the young men looked up and down at Zhu Jue and asked forward.

"Ha, come and buy some self-defense."

Zhu Jue didn't say what he wanted to buy, but just said casually, put down his hands and placed them around his waist, and there was only a layer of clothes between the handle of the pistol and the gun.

These people have a little too careful.

"Get in."

This time the other party stopped stopping

Zhu Jue put his hands back into the pocket, walked into the wall, and walked into the factory with white light ahead.

After entering the door, Zhujue saw the first thing he saw was not the lively market, but a large piece of thick plastic pieces separated by the door. He held the gun with one hand and lifted away these things that hindered his vision with the other.

The one that appeared in front of you immediately...is a plastic piece.

The stalls in the entire black market seem to be separated by these thick plastic sheets that are often several meters long, surrounding the load-bearing columns inside the factory, and directly dividing the entire area into small compartments.

In Zhu Jue's opinion, this may be to ensure the secret of the transaction and prevent people from snooping through both parties. And if something really happens, this plastic piece will undoubtedly become a buffer item and can give these traders a certain amount of time to evacuate.

Zhu Jue asked the person behind the door, knowing the purchase area for guns and weapons, so he found a "room" to go in, and the facilities inside were simple and easy to do.

There were all kinds of goods on the three metal tables, and behind the middle was an old man who had undergone prosthetic body modification, using the pliers on his left hand to adjust the parts on the gun.

"What do you want?"

Seeing Zhu Jue come in, he lowered his gun and asked.

"I want three fully automatic rifle, grenade, smoke bomb, and flash bomb each."

Zhu Jue thought carefully that this was the limit he could carry at present. No matter how much he had, it not only increased the burden, but there were not so many places to store it on his body. After all, he had to carry two additional guns.

"Ak76, mgm835... are all on that table. You can choose it yourself. I'll get you something else."

The old man glanced at Zhu Jue and his eyes stayed on the long package on his back for a while. With his years of experience in dealing with weapons, he naturally knew that such things were stored inside.

Since Chester City was included in the C-class dangerous zone, even if the spring has come to their line, it is the first time he has encountered such a guy with a sniper rifle on his back and running to buy a fully automatic rifle and throwing object. Not to mention that there is a force field shield on his shoulders.

Is this going to fight?

Of course, he was not worried about something, but was thinking about whether to get some information from Zhu Jue's mouth. If a war really started, maybe he could get into trouble and make a fortune?

"You can choose the ak76, which has the highest power among these rifles, the fastest firing rate, and is suitable for close-range assault."

There are sniper rifles in the long range. Zhu Jue now needs weapons that can quickly gain the advantage in melee combat. Suzi's suggestion made him choose the ak76 without hesitation on the table in the middle and randomly look at the firearm parts. In fact, he was asking Suzi to confirm whether there was a problem with the firearm.

The noise around us never stopped, and some lewd howls could be heard occasionally. Someone should have used these plastic pieces to do business nearby.

Someone walked through the aisle in the compartment, lifted the plastic piece, threw the short knife in his hand, connecting the throats of men and women, and blood slid down his neck, and soon it dripped all over the ground.

Without even a glance at their bodies, he just turned sideways and looked at the blurred figure behind the glass not far away, squatting on one knee, holding a pitch-black sniper rifle in his hand.

“God no longer favors you.”
Chapter completed!