Odd Containment Specialist

Su Weiyu explained the rules of the trial as concisely as possible, as well as a series of things they had encountered before, as well as the things she was pulled into the book by the writer on the way to find them.

"I know, but I didn't meet any other trialists all the way here." Xia Shou thought for a while, took out his walkie-talkie, and tried to contact the headquarters, but there was no signal.

Su Weiyu blinked and took out her walkie-talkie: "Why do I have a signal here?"

"Fuck, is mine broken a long time ago?" Xia Shou took Su Weiyu's walkie-talkie, tuned it, and connected to Su Yue's channel, "Hey, Xiaoyue, can you hear me?"

"Brother Xia Shou! I just came out of the headquarters." Su Yue's voice sounded particularly excited.

Su Weiyu stood beside her with clenched fists, also looking excited: "Ask her how her parents are doing!"

"Um...are uncle and aunt rescued?" Xia Shou relayed.

"Yes! We have already entered the gap between the reflected world and others."

Hearing that her parents were fine, Su Weiyu breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed.

Xia Shou then asked: "When you met Lin Tiandong, what did he ask for?"

"Captain Lin... is dead." Su Yue's voice sounded a little sad, "Oh... let's wait until we have a chance to talk about this matter. I just brought Xiao Zuo and Xiaoyou back to the headquarters, and now I plan to support the front line. "Brother Xia Shou, do you need help?"

Upon hearing the news of Lin Tiandong's death, Xia Shou felt a little emotional.

He had thought about this outcome for a long time, but when he heard that Lin Tiandong died, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. The man known as the nameplate collector finally died because of his attachment to his relatives.

It was natural to achieve this level and end up with this result. As for how Lin Tiandong should treat what he did, Xia Shou didn't want to think too much. The person was already dead, so there was nothing to say.

"I don't need support here. In fact, I am more effective alone. Which line are you planning to take now?" Xia Shou asked.

"Route 13."

"Be careful yourself. You must... do what you can." Xia Shou originally wanted to say, "You must survive." But when the words came to his lips, he always felt that it was unlucky and too heavy, so he changed his mind and said that the other party should do what he can. .

In fact, Xia Shou really wanted to tell Su Yue that if the momentum was not right, he should run away decisively. His own survival was the most important thing.

But Xia Shou thought of other finishers who were also working hard, and thought that Su Yue chose to become a finisher and has been working hard to this day.

Telling her to run away... always felt like an insult to her persistence so far.

"Well, so is Brother Xia Shou." There seemed to be a hint of smile in Su Yue's voice.

After the call ended, Xia Shou said to Su Weiyu: "Line 13, hurry up and go there. I'm enough here alone. If there are people around, it won't be helpful if Xiao Ming's blood boils."

Su Weiyu nodded slightly, picked up the bicycle and was about to hit the road.

She pedaled her bicycle, and after going out only a few meters, she suddenly turned back and took out a bulging plastic bag from the front pocket and handed it to Xia Shou.

As soon as Xia Shou took it, before he could ask what it was, Su Weiyu turned around and pedaled away on the bicycle without looking back.

He took out something wrapped in tin foil from the plastic bag. One of them was a pizza that was still hot, and the other was two cans of Coke that were still a little cold, but not too cold.

It has been a long time since the reflection of the world began. Everyone in the city has been pulled into the gap between the sea of ​​origin and the real world. Most areas in the city have suffered a blackout due to the damage caused by the battle. It is not known where Su Weiyu came from. The pizza and cold drinks that arrived were still warm.

Xia Shou could imagine that Su Weiyu was riding by a pizza shop with the lights on. She stopped and found a pizza, heated it in the microwave, and then took out two cans of Coke from the cold drink cabinet and packaged them. Bring it all the way here.

Xia Shou put the pizza into his mouth and took a bite. The cheese on the inside of the pizza was a little cold, but in this hot summer night full of bloody battles, its deliciousness was not affected at all. He had not eaten for a long time and did high-intensity exercise. The incoming hunger made his taste buds extremely sensitive.

…It’s really delicious.

Xia Shou continued to move forward with the pizza. With his other hand, he opened the tab of the can and took a swig, letting the cold carbon dioxide bubbles explode on the tip of his tongue.

In this situation where every second counts, Xia Shou actually felt that it was a waste of time to sneak into a pizza shop and spend five minutes bringing pizza and cold drinks, but this was a conclusion that could only be reached through rational analysis.

What Xia Shou thinks about now is how many people in this city who are still fighting can be like him and be given such a hot supper when they are extremely hungry, even the starving finishers , I probably can only find a deserted restaurant on the roadside and get some leftovers.

He was probably the only one who could get pizza and cold drinks without having to forage for food himself.

Xia Shou thought of a saying that was once very popular on the Internet. At that time, if netizens saw a very likable female character in a movie or TV series, they would post something like this: Damn it, I have to find a way to marry this woman.

Xia Shou really feels like this now.

But, it’s really nerve-wracking.

Xia Shou sipped his ice coke and sighed in distress.

How can we ensure that even if the confession fails, the existing relationship will not be damaged?

This is really a huge problem.

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In the headquarters of Jiangbo City Control Bureau, in the general command room, the newly established monitoring system is gradually taking shape, and the drones sent out are constantly capturing images of the entire city.

Although the picture quality is particularly rough due to the lighting problem, as time gets closer to morning, the heavy night is gradually fading, and the picture is gradually becoming clearer.

The powerful force of the Control Bureau was fully demonstrated in this sweep. Although there were casualties on the side of the finishers, the teams on most routes were advancing like a crushing force.

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Most of the battles won were very short, while the Control Bureau could often hold on for a long time in the battles lost. As for the evenly matched battles... basically, the finishers finally ended with foreign aid.

Of course, this does not mean that the sweep of the Control Bureau is really so easy. The casualties of the finishers are actually not small. Many finishers were replaced by "civilians" who ate the pages of the writer's book with self-destruction attacks.

The mental states and abilities of those civilians were very bizarre. The experts in the analysis department speculated that the author fed them with high-risk book pages that had been prepared long ago, and used them as human bombs.

In addition, there were very few super-dangerous individuals that ordinary teams could not handle at all.

For example, there were a few people wearing Roman numeral headgear, two of whom took five minutes to kill a whole team of finishers.

Another example was some crazy people who muttered "Mom" in their mouths, and their combat effectiveness was also frightening.

As time went by, the overall progress of the sweep had been advanced to 70%, but the remaining 30% seemed increasingly difficult.

Not only because the remaining ones were hard bones to chew, but even worse, as the number of high-level deaths gradually increased, even if 678 kept eating like a big eater, the concentration of abnormalities in the entire city was still rising at an extremely dangerous rate.

Now, even 678 has stopped eating. The last words it said before the strike were: "Enough! You bastards, didn't you see that I can't poop anymore? Damn it! What do you think of me? A shit-making machine?!"

After 678 stopped eating, it was meaningless to look at the abnormality risk classification, because the whole city has become a red high-risk area.

If any ordinary person stays in the city now, they will go insane in a few seconds.

And such a complex and chaotic spell power environment has made the extraordinary people above level three on both sides of the enemy and us begin to face severe tests.

Lindy, standing in front of the large screen monitoring, turned around and scanned the surroundings.

He didn't see the figure of the other acting director, so he turned to look at Modise: "Doctor, I'm going to send out the firing squad. Do you have any scientific suggestions?"

Modis glanced at Lindy, shrugged, and said self-deprecatingly: "It's the right decision, but I think there is no room for us to command now."

When the chess pieces on the board are killed to the last few, it is the endgame

If this city is really a chess game, then every place is the bottom square, and the extraordinary people above level three are the soldiers who move to the bottom square, but what they become is not controlled by anyone.

Become a queen or a fortress.

Even at that time, whether they are still companions will only be determined by the curse power that permeates the city.