Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

In a purgatory escape of hundreds of people, only the winner is eligible to survive, while the weak can only be slaughtered.From the moment you board the flight, life and death are at stake, and success depends on...

sky?

"Unknown Player's Battleground", that's what they call this lawless hunting ground.Unnamed chose to call himself by the name of the battlefield.

According to [players], he is a program.

But he was indeed a flesh and blood man who could think, feel pain, and couldn't hold his breath in the water for too long.It's no different than [player].

Anonymous switched hands/guns, there were only fifteen rounds left in the magazine, and the whistling sound of the engine was heard from far and near.There is nowhere to hide and no way to find supplies in the wilderness.To save the remaining ammunition, even if it can only leave a little scratch on the enemy, it is not a loss.He squatted down and took out the pan from behind.

In front of her was [player] who was kneeling on the ground, clutching her wound tightly with one hand, drips of cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and she was able to squeeze out clear words from her pale lips: "Big brother, big brother—don't kill me, this way , I only have these bandages on my body, here you go! Shall we chat?"

Only one or two minutes into the game, after the unnamed landed and picked up the gun, they chased after the first enemy they saw. The two had a hand/gun and fist contest in the wilderness, which was obviously one of the unidentified weapons. Leigh won.

"Life and death are on the line, so we can meet offline," [player] was still chattering about the benefits of letting her go, but he frowned.Under the cover of the third-level head, his facial expressions that shouldn't exist were completely covered up.In fact, he really doesn't mind the suggestion of chatting, but he is especially disgusted to hear these words that others obviously understand, but he doesn't understand at all.

He once had conversations with countless players who fell to the ground. Some people yelled at him, and a string of dirty words were all crowned on his head as if they didn't want money. There were also Buddhist youths who chose to chat freely and unintentionally revealed a lot of news to him.

It is not everyone's fate to be reincarnated infinitely in the battles of hundreds of people.This is just a cruel game, and outside the game, there is a "real world", where people don't need to fight for guns, ammunition, medical supplies, and don't need to take survival as the only goal.

Unnamed I don’t quite understand, such a world—even if it exists, why would people voluntarily throw themselves into the battlefield, killing and being killed meaninglessly?

Thoughts drifted away again.He waved the frying pan neatly and watched the player in front of him fall down, leaving a wooden box in place.But before I had time to check what was in the box, I heard a loud noise.

Even with the protection of the third-level head, Unnamed closed his eyes reflexively, letting the clods of soil exploded to splash on him, causing severe pain from the eardrum to the whole head, and the familiar fire/ The smell of medicine, the dazzling fire that even the eyelids can't hide, is as bright red as if the eyes are also filled with blood.

In just an instant, it was completely dark in front of his eyes, leaving only the sharp tinnitus that echoed directly in his head.

When did the bombing circle start?This time I was really careless, I didn't expect it to be so unlucky - Unnamed wanted to hug his head and scream, hoarse, if he could cover up the damn tinnitus, it would be fine.

And he actually reached out, tried to do so.Unexpectedly, what was pressed tightly by the palm was a cold metal touch.

Is the third head still there?Isn't this... Birth Island?

That's right, if you return to the birth island, all injuries should be healed and refreshed.On the other hand, not only did the pain show no signs of subsiding, but the equipment on my body, including pistols/guns and frying pans, did not disappear either.

The extreme shock seemed to relieve the pain, and the tinnitus lessened.Anonymous forced himself to open his eyes.

Just the faint light through the gap of the third-level head made him feel extremely dizzy and nauseous, but seeing the two teams on the left and right who were clearly tense and facing each other, the alarm bells in his unnamed heart rang out, and he immediately gave up closing his eyes to rest impulse.

This seemed to be an abandoned laboratory, with broken glass and overturned reagents all over the floor, and the lights lost their stable power, struggling to flicker on and off.

"Who are you?" asked the leader of the group on the right, wearing a red, white and blue tight-fitting uniform and holding a shield, with a very serious expression.

When did someone come to Jedi Island wearing such bright clothes?The shield was never seen either.Unnamed blinked, trying to shake the pain, the chaos, and the faint but constant humming out of his mind.He reaches for the pistol/gun at his waist.

No one would ask a peaceful question like this before the other person fell to the ground.

Peace?

A vague guess suddenly flashed in Unnamed's mind, just such a small possibility, made his heart beat suddenly, more violently than ever, even if he heard footsteps downstairs, or saw something close at hand. None of the airdrop boxes!

Is this the "real world"?Wounds won't heal automatically, don't you need a world where 100 people fight to the last man?

Beside the man holding the shield, a woman in black combat uniform took a step forward, Anonymous instantly realized from his own thinking, the muscle memory of thousands of life and death struggles forced him to quickly pull out his pistol/gun, and aimed it at woman.

Everyone on the right was on alert immediately, some had set up their rifles/guns, and there was even a man with a bow and arrow.

"I am Unregistered," Unregistered hesitated, and said slowly, his voice was extremely hoarse due to lack of water, and it came out of the third-level head again, distorted, "Where am I?"

Yes, this is neither Jedi Island nor any corner of the desert.

"This is the United States, Illinois." In the group on the left, a man in a special forces combat uniform answered his questions, or added many other questions to him.

What is America?Is it a place name?He blinked suspiciously, but because of the third-level head, he was completely unable to convey the confusion in his heart.

Both opposing sides stared at the silent unnamed, the only variable on the field.

Just a few minutes ago, this man appeared without warning in the middle of the laboratory, interrupting a fierce battle.Both sides thought that he was a helper from the opposite side, and because they didn't know what abilities he had, they threw a rat's hand and suspended the conflict.

Unnamed turned his gaze to the left. Unlike the well-trained team on the right, there were not only soldiers on the left, but also experimental personnel in white coats who had no combat effectiveness at first glance.

"Long live the evil organization." The man who still looked like a special soldier said tentatively.Sometimes the combat power sent from above is really inexplicable, such as 'Warrior', his confused face is like a textbook Bambi.Although this person fought before he came up, the lack of security is also the combat power of the leader's new recruitment.

What?

Unnamed was stunned, so it turns out that pairing codes are popular before everyone fights?Could it be that he was bombed by a bomber, not only lost his hearing but also lost his mind?

Before he had time to think of a way to deal with it, he heard a roar above his head, the ceiling exploded, and the bricks and tiles fell in a rustle. The too loud sound instantly aggravated the headache and tinnitus that had barely subsided.

"Commander... slow... 5 minutes..." An arrogant voice sounded above his head, and the unnamed could only barely make out a few words amid intermittent tinnitus.The vision became more and more blurred, and the figure floating in the air under the sun seemed to have several shadows.

The arrival of this pair of armor broke the stalemate, and the battle ended almost at lightning speed. Unnamed even saw the "captain" holding the shield throw out the shield, knocking down several opponents in one go, and wondered if he was blown up The brain, hallucinating.

The sound of gunshots, screams, and the sound of breaking experimental equipment all aggravated the headache. In the severe pain that almost split his head in half, Anonymous saw something oncoming in a trance, and finally couldn't hold back the pressure. With his index finger on the trigger of the pistol, he instinctively fired a few shots indiscriminately.

The last member of the evil organization who fled did not expect that the bullet that ended his life came from this man who hadn't done anything since the appearance of Weird.Three shots hit the wrist, chest and eyebrows holding the gun without any deviation.

The laboratory, which was filled with all kinds of noises a moment ago, immediately fell silent, and the agents who were still standing pointed their guns at the unknown unknown.

Never lost consciousness—except for the moment of darkness after death, Unnamed has never lost control of his body, but now he doesn't know what to do.If you relax like this, you will definitely faint.

He thought so for no reason.But what is the concept of "passing out"?Is it similar to the "sleep" mentioned by the players, an unconscious dormant state?

Unnamed chose to let go of the control over his mind, allowing his consciousness to sink in the sharp pain like a knife.

This feeling is actually quite good, just like the "numbness" after multiple injuries, it is a practical and completely relaxed state.

One second before he fell completely, he thought.

While everyone was watching, the man in the metal helmet fell down like this, the helmet hit the ground with a bang, and the lingering sound echoed in the laboratory——

It sounds pretty painful.

The agent archer and the female agent assassin looked at each other, carefully lifted the man up, and evacuated outside the base.After the turmoil just now, Natasha had time to carefully look at this suspected dangerous person who suddenly appeared.

The first impression is the smell of gunpowder, an extremely strong smell of gunpowder almost every day on the battlefield, soaked in the smell of gunpowder.

The man was wearing a white shirt full of dust and blood, the sleeves were rolled up, the tie was loose and hung on his chest, and black tactical pants and tactical boots.

Agent Assassin's intuition as an agent told her that there might be a knife hidden in those boots.But what is he carrying on his back?

Black, flat, metal items with handles—

Is that a pan?