Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

It is seven o'clock in the morning.Unknown closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the line of beating small characters in front of him.

There is still 1:00:00 until the game starts.

Eight hours of standard sleep, unnamed, and I don’t know where such an accurate biological clock comes from, but since he woke up at four o’clock in the morning, he still lies with his eyes closed, and even pays attention to controlling his breathing to make it calm .

Three hours is enough for him to think about many things, including this damn game.I don't know the specific rules, I don't know how it will end, and I don't know if it will be opened again.Information is woefully scant.

Sunshine came in from the window, and Anonymous remembered that he hadn't drawn the curtains last night.The eyelids gradually changed from pitch black to dark red, but the white characters were not blurred at all. Anonymous opened his eyes.

"Good morning, Wes," he said.

"Morning, Mr. Unknown, would you like breakfast?" Weiss said politely.

"Thank you."

After washing up and eating breakfast, Anonymous turned his gaze out the window to see the cars coming and going.He took two steps towards the window, as if he wanted to stand at the place with the best view, in a daze like yesterday.

Wes didn't say anything more——

Unknown suddenly showed the hidden knife in his right hand, and slammed it hard into the floor-to-ceiling window.There was the sound of glass shattering, and the last shot in the surveillance video was the falling Anonymous throwing a knife with his backhand, smashing the hidden camera in the room.

Shrieking sirens sounded throughout the building, waking everyone up.The early striker came out of the gym just in time to meet Agent Natalia, the NSA tenth-level agent, already in gear.

"Mr. Unknown broke the window and smashed the camera in the room. Now there is no video of him in the building." Weiss reported truthfully, "The electronic lock of the room door is intact."

But there was no bloody mess on the ground outside the window, and the screams of the crowd were purely because glass shards splashed and injured many onlookers, and there were no serious injuries or deaths.

Where did the unnamed go?Could it be that he could climb down a tall building to the ground in just a few minutes?

"Wes, block all the exits of the building. He must still be in the building." Anton made a decisive decision and turned on the highest alert state, and the rest of the team members were also ready, except Dr. Green, who was useless in this kind of pursuit mission.

Although I don't know how Anonymous got out of the room, but this is the only possibility.

"Sir, the glass on the 71st floor is broken."

This lunatic—could it be that he was hanging at a height of more than 300 meters for a free-hand climbing?He is not performing acrobatics!Anton didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.Stephen and Natalia should be the closest people to the 71st floor, and they have already rushed there.

Unnamed has already put on a third-level headgear. The cold metal gave him a strange sense of excitement. The adrenaline flowed through his body, prompting him to overcome the protest from the wound and walk against the wall, from the "shadow map" in the dead corner of the camera. All the way unimpeded.

It seems to be back on Jedi Island, but this time the confrontation is not equal.

The game will start in less than half an hour. Before that, he must be free and start preparing for entering the safe zone—he urgently needs to figure out the rules of the game. It is obvious that 100 people are not in the "hunting ground" now. The system How will the game end?

In the worst case, after half an hour, Anonymous will die in the circle of indiscriminate drugs.He didn't want to think about what happened after death.

His biggest disadvantage is not that he has no weapons, but that he is not familiar with the terrain of the building and does not know what is on each floor.Now he must focus on "known" information that he can use, rather than "unknown" information.Assuming each floor is constructed the same, he still remembers where the elevator is.

"The elevator on the 71st floor was activated and went to the lobby on the first floor. The camera in the elevator was destroyed and there was no view - I will force the elevator to stop on the floor you are on." Weiss reminded.

Stephen and Natalia glanced at each other, and then ambushed on both sides of the elevator door. The archer Colin Cookie Lover agent hid behind the far pillar and set up his bow and arrow.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened, and the cookie lover was taken aback. He shook his head at the captain who was looking at him. There was no one in the elevator.The three secretly got tricked, jumped up immediately, and went downstairs to chase.Natalia's movements slowed down a bit, and she looked back suspiciously into the elevator. There seemed to be some unexpected reflections flashing across the glass wall.

"In the elevator!" She only had time to shout, and rushed towards the elevator door. The short stick went up without hesitation, just in time for Unknown who jumped down from the top of the elevator.The man slashed at her wrist with his bare hands, and the two of them exchanged several moves.

Untitled uses Natalia well in front of him to prevent Clint's arrows - at this point he misses his frying pan to stop bullets - the commando's shield is even more useless in this kind of space The land of martial arts.During the fight, he tried his best to bear the damage from the electric shock device in Natalia's hand, pulled out the gun from her waist, and pointed it at the female agent.

Of course, he was not so naive as to think that he could use the female agent as a hostage to leave here. In fact, if a few more tricks were used, the strength and weakness of the two of them remained to be determined.So he shot indiscriminately straight ahead, and when the three of them reflexively went to find cover, he took two steps back, shot the glass of the elevator with a few backhand shots, clung to the pipes on the wall of the elevator shaft, and climbed all the way down.

Holding the gun barrel in his mouth, using both hands without a name, he simply grabbed the elevator zip line and slid all the way down, jumped backwards, grabbed the edge of the elevator door on the third floor, and went out sideways through the crack in the door.

Facts have proved that this choice is correct. He vaguely heard the footsteps of people downstairs running fast, and the sound of climbing in the elevator shaft behind him. It should be the agile female agent who chased him down.The stairs next to it must not be walked.He zigzagged through the corridors, gun in hand, completely giving up on concealment.

Weiss reported his location in real time, and there were people besieging him on the upper and lower floors.

An unregistered shot broke the door lock of a conference room, ignoring the trembling non-combatants, smashed open the window and jumped down.He skillfully used the squatting posture to cushion the force, and after landing safely on the street, he ran away, ignoring the arrows falling at his feet.

An arrow hit the helmet, and the forward momentum forced Unknown to roll forward before falling to the ground.He dodged sideways into the alley, leaving a whole team of agents behind.

It's like landing with only one pistol/gun and having to escape surrounded by a whole team of people.Unnamed I am very grateful to the architect who designed the building with all glass. Imagine if the walls are all concrete, how much force would he have to break through the wall?

He could hear the exclamation of the crowd behind him, and tried to avoid the flow of people and run.Someone was shouting words like "superhero". He hid in the alley, and when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a golden red hovering in mid-air. The visor of the battle suit opened, revealing Anton Jinhong's face.

Mom, he can fly, which is a bit unfair.

Anonymous ran in the alleys between buildings.The city looks brightly lit from a high place at night, but in fact, the paths are intricate and confusing, and you will get lost if you are not careful.In broad daylight, there is no one on the side of the road except drowsy bums and drunks.

After climbing over five or six barbed wire fences, Unnamed slowed down and patted the dust off his body.He was actually so close to the Raider Tower that he could see the tip of the "A" in the little patch of sky cut off by the surrounding walls.

The roar of the helicopter can also be heard endlessly, as well as the sound of an ambulance, probably going to rescue the wounded.But there was no siren, and the National Security Bureau's search for someone was unexpectedly small, which fit the low-key style.

Thinking about it, a white light suddenly flashed in front of Anonymous. He closed his eyes, but realized that it was not an external light source, but the subtitles projected in his field of vision finally disappeared, replaced by a small map mark, Right out of the corner of my right eye.

This is a map?Unknown turned his head, but was surprised to find that the small icon was fixed in place, and did not follow the change of his vision.He followed the small sign and saw a large stack of bundled newspapers on the side of the street.

Intuition drove Unnamed to step forward, only to realize that the icon indicated a piece of hard paper with a corner exposed in the middle of the stack of newspapers.He pulled out the paper.

"New York City Sightseeing Map".

When he looked at the map, he found a white circle drawn in a familiar format, with the words 3:00:00 written in the lower left corner, and a funny villain running progress bar drawn below.It can be said that it is very familiar.

With a deadline, Unnamed suddenly relaxed in his heart.In this way, releasing the rules of the game with the help of surrounding things relieved his inner worries and overturned the illusion that "the rules of the game are omnipotent".

After tidying up his appearance, he took off his third-level head and hugged it in his arms. He came out of the alley and walked slowly along the street, paying attention to avoiding every surveillance camera.He read the street name and checked it on a map to make sure he was only three blocks from the safe zone.

There are still three hours before the poison circle begins to shrink for the first time. The distance is actually not far, less than 200 meters, so don't worry.

Here comes the question, what should he do after escaping from prison in such a hurry?Unknown stands in the middle of the street and looks around blankly. He is wearing a shirt and trousers kindly provided by Anton Jinhong. His pistol/gun is hidden in the back waist and covered with a coat, even though he is holding a third-level head in New York It is not obtrusive on the street, it is probably a motorcycle helmet that is mistaken for a maverick, and occasionally a little girl secretly looks back at this handsome man.

"Hey sir, are you lost?"

The clear and bright boyish voice came from above, and he raised his head without a name, and saw a red and blue figure flashing across the air, and landed lightly in front of him.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if you have ever panicked when you heard the broken window glass when you were eating chicken. Ah Yan, I always... panic, especially the kind of window-jumping madman. My hands were shaking when the glass shattered.

Ah Yan, I can't think of who the cp should be, so let's vote, I will write, until my next update (probably next weekend).Please leave your comments below this chapter.

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