attack stream of life

Qing Chuan tried his best to control the trembling voice, the original owner would not be more real than him here.He doesn't need to learn, he just knows how to imitate others.Not to imitate actions or expressions, but to imitate a state.

This is probably the fringe benefit of being able to accept all kinds of real emotions since childhood.

Born to be a consummate liar.

"Rena, are you okay?"

"I'm fine... I want to know how you are doing now?" Qing Chuan saw the young man pointing at his watch, as if indicating that there was only one minute left, and quickly added, "Baby, don't worry, Dad just I need to work overtime, and I will be able to see you later."

I love my wife and children in my heart, and I try my best to comfort my family at this time.

"I...we're fine."

The sound of sniffling came from the other end of the phone, and the mouth was still covered, so the voice was actually very low.The wife is also trying to show her calmness, not to worry her husband, but also to appease the children around her.

Her expression may be grim and distorted, the fragility and tenacity of a wife and mother intertwined.

Qingchuan can imagine it.

"These years, I'm really sorry, I'm not a qualified husband nor a qualified father. I leave too little time for you, I even... I can't even spend your birthday with you..."

Qing Chuan boldly guessed before that the red circle should be the birthday of one of the original owner's husband and wife or the birthday of the child.

Later, he saw the teddy bear on the table, and the original owner put the teddy bear in the arms of the child in the picture.

So, it should be the child's birthday, right?

Perhaps the original owner was arrested shortly after buying a birthday present.

"Dad, I love you." There was a tender and soft voice on the other end.

"Baby, Dad loves you too." His voice fluctuated violently, and he tried very hard to control it, but still revealed some real emotions.

Qing Chuan turned his face sideways, reached out and pinched the base of his nose, trying to control the tears that were about to pour out and the emotions that were on the verge of collapse.

"Rena, go for whatever you want, no matter what the decision is, I will support you." The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to have made up her mind, and even her voice became firm, "We will always support you, I love you, Rui accept."

"I don't know if it's the right decision, it's causing me so much pain, it's taking my breath away. I'm sorry...sorry."

At this moment, the young man pointed at his watch again, and Qing Chuan smiled wryly, "After this matter is over, we will go to the farm, where there will be stables, chickens, ducks and puppies, and a large field. Our family will always be together."

There was a suppressed cry from the other end of the phone, but the other party was still trying to restrain his emotions and trembling voice, "I understand, I know, no matter what, you will always be the best in our hearts. Forever and ever."

The young man directly turned off the phone, "It's time, Mr. Rena, I think you have already made a decision."

"Sorry." Qing Chuan wiped his face with his hands, "Please give me a little time, I need to calm down."

The young man frowned slightly, "I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Rena, you don't have much time...huh?" Something must have happened on the other end of the earphone, which made him stop talking, and even lost his mind for a moment.

It's now!

Qing Chuan was like an agile cheetah, pounced, and slapped his temples with all his strength with both hands, then took out a pen from his pocket, pried off the cover with his nails and directly inserted it into the other party's throat, grabbing it with both hands Hold the shoulders and put the person gently on the ground.

This series of movements was fast and fierce, as if they had been trained countless times without any hesitation or error.

He has been waiting for this opportunity, the opportunity for the original owner's teammates to come over.

It is also the only chance for a comeback.

Qingchuan rehearsed it in his mind more than ten times, deliberating every step over and over again.

Then he quickly removed the earphones and microphone.

The people inside didn't know what had happened here, and they were still talking about things outside, "...the rats are about to reach the ground, we need to take action now."

There was also some commotion coming from the headset, like holding a weapon or something.

"Well. Mr. Rena needs me here, so you will be in charge of the outside for the time being. Transfer the connection between the mother and daughter to me." Qing Chuan opened his mouth, but it was the young man's voice that came out, even in tone and language. Word habits are imitated vividly.

Then he took the microphone away and said in the original owner's voice, "I have some conditions..."

There was no doubt about him on the other end, and another line was quickly connected, and a rough male voice appeared inside, "Mr. Franke, what are your orders?"

This should be the person who controlled the mother and daughter in the original owner's house.

Qingchuan cheered up, the first step has been taken, and he will be more careful later, "Everything is subject to my order, and my order shall prevail, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He pulled the microphone away again, and asked repeatedly with a trembling voice, "You must ensure their safety, otherwise I won't say anything. This is my bottom line and the prerequisite for all cooperation."

"Of course, Mr. Renner, you should trust my sincerity."

Qing Chuan changed his voice and tone while speaking, while looking at the real Franke who fell to the ground with blood gushing out of his throat, he stared at Qing Chuan with his eyes wide open, unwilling to die.

Qing Chuan is like a schizophrenic, changing his personality to talk, he can still create the aura of Infernal Affairs.

But the fighting outside became more and more intense, and even Qingchuan inside felt the chug sound and slight vibration.According to the prompt of the plot scene, it should be friendly.

Qing Chuan made a decisive decision and said to the group in the headset, "Mr. Rena and I have reached a preliminary cooperation, and now there is a little confusion outside, and the contact between you and me will be temporarily suspended. Please take care of the mother and daughter. If something goes wrong , ruined my plan, you know what to do. Don't act without authorization, I don't allow any possibility of failure."

The contact person seemed to be used to being asked for orders so forcefully, "Yes, sir."

He took the microphone a little farther away and changed his voice, "What's going on? I think we need a consensus..." Then he pressed the microphone and crushed it.

It was also at this time that the channel in the earphones switched again, and it was the voice of someone outside who switched to the original: "Boss, we can't control it here, how is your place? Let's move the location first..."

Then there is the sound of movement, the opponent is moving, and it is moving in the rain of bullets, sometimes the sound of bullets hitting the wall is very close.

Qingchuan didn't panic at all, from beginning to end.

No matter what he pretended to be, emotionally broken and crying, he was actually at peace the whole time.His brain was spinning at high speed, looking for every flaw and exploitable point, and he even had the excitement of playing an exciting game.

He took the pen from the real Franke's neck and held it in his hand, quietly guarding the door.

The doorknob turned slightly, and the moment the door opened a crack, Qing Chuan didn't care who came, the pen with blood had already stabbed through.

His movements were too fast, and the other party couldn't react in time. The hand holding the gun raised his head a little, and the pen had already been accurately inserted into the trachea.

When human beings overcome the fear and empathy of killing the same kind, a mere layer of skin can't resist the nib of a slender pen.

Qing Chuan's hand didn't stop, he directly grabbed the opponent's gun, aimed at the follower behind him who had just reacted, bang!boom!boom!

The opponent's hand had already touched the gun, but it was just a little bit behind.

It was in those few seconds that were as fast as lightning, everyone who came had already laid down, so he had time to see who was coming.

He couldn't be 100% sure that the enemy was coming, but he would take a gamble if the possibility was more than 60.00%.

The leader was a middle-aged man, his hair was well-groomed and waxed, and his clothes should have been neat, but now they were a little messy.It can be seen that he should be a very particular person on weekdays.

The three behind him looked like standard bodyguards, with thick calluses, strong muscles, and old scars on their bodies.

He dragged the bodies into the house, closed the door, and checked their contents one by one.There are guns, daggers, pens, handkerchiefs, cigarettes, etc., all of which have no identity marks.

After that, no second batch of fat sheep came to the door.

He wiped his hands and the pen, which was in his pocket, with a handkerchief, and picked up the plush bear.The corpses were lined up by him from high to low, and he always insisted on some strange places.

Without the leader, the melee soon ended. Qingchuan waited for a few minutes, and what he waited for was the friendly army in the plot.They are wearing the uniform of one of the teams fighting in the opening scene.

"My wife and children are still in their hands, in my home."

Qing Chuan waited for the next development of the plot, but when he finished speaking, everything in front of his eyes scattered like broken glass.

Behind the glass stood the vicissitudes of the man.

"You're not me," he said.

"I don't have your skill, I don't have your false voice, and I don't have your calmness. But you told me a possibility, the possibility of both. Maybe sometimes we will suffer because of the choice, just because we are too weak .”

"Not necessarily. Just like people with a salary of several thousand will struggle when choosing to buy a car, people with a salary of several million will also struggle when buying a car. The former struggles to buy a 20 or 1000 car, and the latter struggles to buy a 2000 million car It’s still [-] million. Weakness is not a sin, each of us is weak.”

Qingchuan continued, "I can calm down only because they are your relatives and not mine. Outsiders always understand a little better, but only insiders can make choices. Any decision you make, at that time and now, There is no problem. Because you are you and I am me. You have your difficulties and I have mine."

"You will also have difficulties?"

"Of course, like now, I want to end these games, but I can't. I must abide by the rules here, go forward step by step, and participate in games that are not fair to human beings."

"Maybe your boss is reluctant for me to leave. It tried its best to keep me and stuffed me into each game."

"He's not our boss. A 'lucky guy' who was lucky enough to get a treasure, but was controlled by it." The middle-aged man said, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were sneering.

Qing Chuan smiled, "It seems that you don't like him very much."

"Who would be happy to be forced to recall the past that they least want to face? It's not just that humans need to follow the rules, and it's not just that humans are forced to play these boring games. This is no longer a place that anyone can control. Want to end In this world, we must find that thing and destroy it."

He looked at Qingchuan, "For the sake of this mission, although I can't tell you too much, there is one thing that all of us don't like him. If you are going to kill him, we can promise that we will never intervene .”

"It doesn't matter whether you decide to evacuate this place or destroy it. I just want to come to the human world to have a look, but now I'm locked here. Many monsters are like me. They are tired of this game and want to go back."

"Sounds like you know me?"

"Of course, it spread among the monsters. Someone came to dig a corner and took away many people. As a result, many small games had to be closed, and closed forever."

Qing Chuan, who digs the wall, "Oh, you can call me whatever you want. How about you? Do you want to come with me? Five insurances and one housing fund, food and housing included, think about it?"

The middle-aged man smiled for a while, "I'm not interested. But for the sake of being cute, I can tell you a secret."

"In the beginning, the lucky guy thought he had the core of this world, so he could make the rules here. But now, this small world is already running, and the rules evolve autonomously, so the lucky guy is no longer needed."

"The lucky ones are reversely controlled, just like us, bound by rules."

"The big devil is nothing to fear, the treasure is at the end of the game."

"What rules?" Qingchuan asked further.

"The rules of the game. When you meet, you will know."

The middle-aged man didn't want to say more, so Qingchuan returned to the previous place in the next second. He was not the first one, and there were already three people standing there, all of whom had cleared the customs.

"Congratulations." Ziye nodded to him.

Qing Chuan also responded with a smile, "Congratulations." When you come here, you will know how happy it is to be alive.

The fifth one appeared was the red-haired uncle. He saw the other four people present and opened his arms exaggeratedly, "It's nice to see you again. And you, thank you for your doll, although I don't know it yet What is the use."

"Resist a fatal injury for you, take it away, and I will give it to each person once." Qing Chuan said.

"Isn't it?" The new player just heard this, and he subconsciously clenched the clay doll in his hand, "Rare props? Or are they wholesale?"

Everyone is skeptical.

Just in time, another player appeared. It was the non-mainstream boy from Japan. When he saw Qingchuan, he bowed at ninety degrees, "Thank you!" Then he bowed at ninety degrees to the red-haired uncle, "Thank you!"

The boy named Bai Muling took out a pile of broken mud from his pocket, "It's cracked like this, can it be repaired?"

Qing Chuan looked at the small pits on the broken mud, "It's so miserable, were you shot by machine guns before?"

"Yes, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect... Later, I found out that the doll was broken like this, with many holes on its body. Is it because I blocked those attacks for me?"

"Well, it can block the next fatal injury for someone."

Qing Chuan saw that everyone around them silently put away the clay dolls and put them close to their bodies, and they even gave Qing Chuan a bright smile.

Later, all eighteen people arrived, but the dolls of three people had been broken.

Qingchuan got a golden package again, which still contained a return ticket, and now he has two tickets.

It's not enough, the more you are afraid, the more you want to make trouble, this is in line with the image of a saboteur.

"When you come out later, go to China to play with me."

Since he was called a 'digger', what he did should be worthy of this title, so in the days that followed, Qingchuan poached a group of people almost wherever he went, and sometimes even took the land for him.

Dark elves and the underworld ruled by them, ghosts and ghost towns ruled by ghosts, hundreds of ghosts and their story clubs, the clown family and their resident horror playground, Mr. Pig and its slaughterhouse, giants and giants sky world...

Eat, drink, strip!

Our slogan is: No residue!

At this time, he had already saved dozens of passports in his hand, so he selected young children and a few people who were relatively powerful in reality, such as the Middle East face of the local tyrant of the United Arab Emirates, the pink-haired girl with a daughter of the US imperial transportation giant, Dongying A non-mainstream boy who is the heir of a consortium...

In fact, there are more Chinese people, and even lower conditions, such as curly-haired youths, who are actually just ordinary rich second generations, and they also get one.He prefers his own country, and probably sent half of the Chinese people, leaving one or two from each country.

All of these people were asked by him to do their best to help protect their sleeping bodies in the real world, and then seize the time to find a solution.

The spiritual pattern on the pass seems to be protected by some kind of rules. He hasn't deciphered it yet, so he can't give it away in large quantities, but he has already done what the task requires to help 100 people escape from one death.

In fact, the outside world should have discovered this place, because there have been many players with military literacy recently, and they seem to be trained as war machines, with strong combat effectiveness and strong psychological quality, and they will soon be able to reach high-end games.

Some of them approached Qingchuan and said that their superiors ordered them to assist Qingchuan to rescue more victims as soon as possible, which was very official.

Emma, ​​suddenly felt that the father of the motherland is so good, even in another world, he would try his best to bring the citizens back home.

After Qingchuan thought about it, he told them some of the things he knew, and hoped that they could help more players survive while ensuring their own safety. As for the rest, it would be better to leave it to him, a professional.

Qing Chuan didn't share the customs clearance experience with them, it was useless, even people and land were taken away by him, and there was no next player.His clearance is basically worthless.

Qingchuan gave each of these rescuers three clay dolls as an extra thank you.

It wasn't just Chinese soldiers who came to him, but also people from other countries, including some mercenaries, who were trying to contact him.

Among them is a mercenary hired by a local tycoon in the Middle East who is said to be here to assist him. When he sees him, he can't help complaining. Now some people are protesting on the Internet that the US imperial government hides mysterious forces. The public should have the right to know and so on.

Retired special forces soldiers like him have been harassed.But there really are no super soldiers, no superhumans, and no Avengers, really.

Qingchuan: ...

"Cough! This is something that belongs to your American imperialists. It is not easy for us outsiders to interfere. Interfering in other people's internal affairs is an illegal and unreasonable imperialist act. We are a socialist country and we will never participate in it, so it is unreasonable for you to seek me out." of."

After finishing the official accent, Qing Chuan came back to his senses, "Eh? According to the ratio, there should not be many people going out. Why are there people protesting on the Internet now?"

"Miss Laura, maybe you know her. She calls herself Jasmine here. She is a social expert, and she can create powerful effects on the Internet by herself. There are also a bunch of rich second-generation people around to cheer."

"I don't know who is spreading such rumors. Fortunately, everyone thinks that the eldest lady is messing around, and no one really takes it seriously."

Qing Yuanyuan Chuan, "This kind of thing is inevitable. Since this kind of place has appeared, it is only natural to think of other superpowers. When the matter is over and everyone leaves, we will probably become popular in our country." gone."

"Mr. Qing, there are actually many superpowers hidden in this world, right? Just like you."

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Qing Chuan was mysterious, and the other party suddenly realized, the whole MLM scene.

Not everyone in this game deserves to be rescued. Some people who have completely lost themselves regard killing as happiness.

They are honest, kind and honest on the surface, but their hearts have been completely corrupted by darkness. They regard the death of the same kind as an interesting stimulus, and even kill a group of people in one game, which is more ruthless than the game itself.

After Qingchuan saw it, there would be no second possibility, to kill.

How the other party plans to kill others in the game, Qing Chuan will kill the other party in the game.He chooses the most appropriate time, which is the moment when the other party is about to kill someone, to save people, counter-kill, and provide one-stop service.

No one who has lived to this day without the holy fathers and mothers with overflowing sympathy feels that what Qingchuan did was wrong.

Now that the players have united, they are ambitious and want to break through the difficulties and return to the real world as a hero. Naturally, there is no mercy for this kind of scum who attacks the players.

In this distorted world where strength is precarious, Qingchuan is a special existence, and it is normal for players to worship him or even be infatuated with him.Fans' eyes wear thick filters, they can't see that the idol is not good at all, saving people is good, killing people is also good.

"When you come out of here, and then become an idol, even if you don't do anything, even if you stand motionless on the stage, these people can still give you the aura of being a popular showbiz." The system said with emotion .

When Qingchuan was grabbing territory in the game world, Wei Ge was not idle, he was ready to challenge the nominal ruler of the world.

The live broadcast system urgently contacted the craftsman system.

"Host, a letter from Wei Ge, are you leaving?"

At this time, Qingchuan was negotiating with a dragon-scaled snake with wings and wings. Upon hearing the news, he immediately clasped the other party's neck with a chain, "Give up resistance and sign a contract with me, otherwise, cramp and skinning will be easy."

The painting style changed suddenly, and Teng Snake didn't even react, "Aren't you going to negotiate?"

"The Yiyantang opened below, you agree to leave, and you don't agree to leave." Qingchuan directly pulled the other party into his own domain, and said to the system, "Let's go."

An unprecedented portal like the eye of a rotating typhoon appeared in front of him.

Qingchuan crossed over and almost stepped into the tumbling magma.

The landing point was actually a crater, and hovering over there was a blue-haired monster with a handsome face and a snake tail, looking at Qing Chuan in a bean paste powder dress in surprise.

"... Qingchuan?"

The author has something to say: Wei Ge: Chuan'er, what's wrong with you, Chuan'er?

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