Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"Dear viewers, welcome back to the Happy Roulette channel! I am Pipimei~"

"I'm Nanako~"

On the interstellar TV channel that came with the contact lens in Song Fang's right eye, the two dwarfs dressed like Balala Little Demon Fairy were still chattering there. .

"Today our cute little roulette has won a new member, and I'm really looking forward to it. If I remember correctly, this should be the last time to add new blood before this year's 'Stop the Stool' competition, right, Nanako? "

"That's right. This year's musical stool game is set for May 30th, local time of the Death Roulette, which is less than a month away. From today on, there will be no new seed players coming. Death penalty roulette. So for the major prison wardens, today is their last chance to recruit new people and accumulate strength for the musical stool game."

"Yes. After all, every time you grab a stool, at least two of the ten prisons will be wiped out. It's a matter of life and death, so don't be careless."

The whip in the jailer's hand made a crisp sound.

Someone was drawn and bumped into the person next to him. The chain reaction happened quickly, giving almost no time to react. Song Fang was squeezed to the edge of the gangway.

He actually stood still, but his body was too short, and the guardrail of the gangway only had an iron chain in the middle, which was as high as his temples from the ground.

So half of his body was squeezed out.

The boundless sea of ​​clouds swayed before his eyes. It looked so thick, as if he could run freely on it.

Song Fang grabbed the iron chain on the gangway with one hand and grabbed a nearby prisoner with the other. Although the other prisoner immediately slapped his hand away in disgust, he still managed to come back.

The jailer raised his whip again and urged fiercely: "Go!"

Song Fang continued to move forward silently with the flow.

Three stars coated the clouds with a gorgeous golden edge. Also shining golden were the artificial buildings floating millions of meters in the sky.

The surface pressure of Death Roulette is similar to that of Venus, about five hundred Earth standard atmospheres. If he had really fallen just now, it would have taken him dozens of minutes to hit the ground, and then he would have been able to hit the ground with a loud thud as big as a walnut.

The premise is that the center will not be burned to death by sulfuric acid clouds, drowned by methane rain, or smoked to death by hydrogen sulfide.

Only the troposphere, about 130 kilometers away from the surface, has a suitable ratio of oxygen and nitrogen, and there are no toxic substances that can directly make people burp. You can barely breathe here, as long as you are not blown to pieces by the strong wind of 200 meters per second.

But in general, it is the most economical to build immigration facilities at this height. After all, the temperature, humidity, and air composition are close to acceptable levels for humans. As for wind protection, as long as you run as fast as the wind, the wind is just a quail sitting obediently on your shoulder.

The ten prisons of the Death Roulette are built here. They are suspended with anti-gravity devices and rotate around the planet at a speed of two hundred to three hundred meters per second. They remain relatively stationary with each other, forming a prison with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers. round.

High-altitude migration - this term first became a reality on Venus. By the time we get to this planet, which is similar to Venus in many places, this has become an outdated technology, old enough that it doesn't hurt to use it on prisoners.

Whenever a new prisoner is delivered, an eleventh platform will rise to the center of the circle. The spacecraft will then use the ramp to expel the prisoners. That is Song Fang's temporary destination.

The flow of people is getting more and more crowded.

Ten meters ahead, at the edge of another platform, the entrance to a completely transparent corridor was waiting for them. The width of the line will be reduced little by little until only one person can fit in each line.

Song Fang hugged himself with his arms and used his elbows to support himself to create a small space to ensure that he could breathe.

Someone in front had already passed out due to lack of oxygen due to overcrowding. Two jailers with safety ropes stood on the two small platforms extending from the entrance of the corridor, constantly using their hooks and claws to pull out those people from the crowd, just like fishermen picking out dead fish from the pile they caught. Throw it back into the sea.

This is the death roulette, the hell for those who live in it, and the arena where there is no return. For others, everything that has happened and is about to happen here. It's just a soap opera for them to kill time after dinner. Maybe it's for all ages, not even g13.

"There are a lot of ordinary players today." Nanako said, "Can our ten prisons accommodate so many people?"

"A total of 3,583 ordinary players boarded the ship this time, and a total of 1,832 arrived at the destination." Pipimei checked the information in her hand, "Oh my God, Nanako , our ten prisons only provide a total of 500 places today. After all, this is the last batch of newcomers, and even the two prisons that were emptied last year are already full. At least that's what the report submitted Said."

"Doesn't that mean that at least 1,500 ordinary players will be eliminated today?"

"Yes, otherwise the prison will be overweight and fall from the sky~ How can we prevent this from happening, Pipimei?"

"Then it depends on the ability of our seeded players."

The camera pans to the platform.

The gladiators, including Jason Statham, had already arrived on the platform first. They lined up in a row, full of ambition, waiting for the arrival of the wardens.

The transparent corridor winds through and is filled with prisoners like sardines. The final exit is opposite the eight gladiators, with a circular field in the middle.

The prisoner standing first was pushed by the people behind him, and he was almost stuck to the closed door of the transparent corridor like a New Year picture. Desperate for air, he banged on the transparent steel door panel desperately, but even though he was so desperate for air, when he looked at the eight gladiators who stared at him like poisonous snakes staring at their prey, fear was clearly written in his eyes.

"The wardens are not in place yet, and it will take some time for ordinary players to line up. Why don't we take this opportunity, Pipimei, to introduce the rules of the next game?"

The microphone buried behind Song Fang's ear propagates through the bone, transmitting the audio signal of the TV program to his periosteum.

"Okay Nanako. Next we are going to compete in what is commonly known as the 'Entrance Examination'. Each of our seeded players will go out in turn to play against our ordinary players. Each seeded player has three minutes, and then based on the Ranking based on the number of kills of ordinary players within these three minutes, from high to low, the top three will have the opportunity to choose prison."