The cat's reaction to being forced to attack is

……

Hearing the knock on the door in the locker room made one feel a faint chill after a while.

It was like hearing the voice of one of the staff members before.

He's made it clear before that he doesn't need help from others, accepting the way he wears blindfolds while changing clothes.

When I left the locker room, I didn't hear footsteps at the door.

The staff member just now seems to be no longer around.

However, this kind of emptiness instead makes people feel a sense of dread rising from the spine.

He realized he'd better not stay on the hovercraft any longer.

[Task 75: Obtain the favorability of the target Brant Gray (50/[-]) - Completed]

[Task 75: Obtain the favorability of the target Cosmo Gray (50/[-]) - Completed]

When the unchanging mechanical sound sounded again, the side cheeks of the black-haired boy covered by a white eyepatch remained calm.

At this time, the boy's beautiful side cheeks had returned to the usual indifference.

"Have you reached your destination?"

Qing Ling's youthful voice asked so softly.

Several staff probably rarely saw the 'survivors' take the initiative to ask whether they had reached the target location, and they were a little surprised, so they didn't respond immediately.

After all, the "survivors" often try to delay getting off the aircraft until the last moment. Although it doesn't have much effect, it's just that human nature always likes to escape from reality and doesn't want to face it.

What the 'survivors' most often face is fear, abuse, humiliation, and even death.

They have seen many 'survivors' who cried so much that they even knelt down and begged for mercy, begging them not to let them go down.

"Yes...here we are, coming to a stop, Sisi."

A female staff member responded with some hesitation.

After she finished speaking, she realized that she just subconsciously said the boy's name.

They often avoid addressing 'survivors' by their first names.

Because there are too many, it is often useless to remember.

The unlucky young man may die after taking part in a small stall in a session.

The owner who had an intersection and looked at these names quickly disappeared. Once, twice, they will always get used to it and learn to maintain a distance.

The hatch of the aircraft opened, and the boy was placed on the ground with his slender waist suspended.

After the blindfold was automatically lifted, the boy quickly realized the environment he was in.

- A mechanical city.

The steel city imitating the "steampunk" style can hear the jet sound of mechanical combustion engines from time to time.

For young people, or half-remembered ones, the scene in front of them is very attractive.

The huge mechanical shape with unique violent aesthetics relies solely on mechanical devices to transmit the power generated by steam to the power mechanism. The machinery of gravity, heat transfer, and the power generated by steam are transmitted through mechanical devices. The whole city is constantly operating mammothly. .

The armor splicing process of the steam age, because it cannot be cast into a huge complex metal structure at one time, there are no various composite materials in modern technology, and the welding technology is not advanced enough, so it can only be spliced ​​​​one by one armor plate, and then fixed with a large number of rivets.

Classical machinery, rigid suspensions, rivets, gear links, mechanical trusses, and the most primitive and intuitive steam power used before the emergence of spring damping suspension shock absorbers, thus deriving a huge, primitive, and clearly functionally differentiated combination .

The black-haired boy raised his head and paused for a moment, his dark eyes reflecting the scene of the mechanical city.

But soon his footsteps turned again on the metal ground, and he started running.

After a while, several metal turrets cast a series of flames behind him.

[This is... what style is it?You know, it's the era of ancient planets... Could it be... 'cyberpunk'? ]

[not 'cyberpunk', I remember that being cyber-related]

[It's 'steampunk', I have a friend who is super-hagu planet literature creation history said, absolutely can't be wrong]

[In any case, this steel city is 100% the 'home' for 'that'...]

[Although 'that', even a primeval jungle can temporarily set up a small base, you know, just those garbage accessories given by the program group]

— Wesley Evanbert.

It is different from the carnivorous beasts that other top 'predators' get...

Wesley Evanbert's nickname is... 'King'.

It's exaggerated, just based on the behavior and tactical style of that person since he appeared in the first episode of the program in the public eye...

It can only be generalized by this name.

Since Wesley's appearance on "Scott Royale", his 'survivor' capture rate has been...

— one hundred percent.

The black-haired boy ran very fast, and a large machine vaguely followed him with heavy steps.

He turned quickly, avoiding the barrage of artillery fire falling on the ground behind him.

After turning around, he was suspended in the air of the Mechanical City. Sim Mo thought it was a huge steam ship on the set before. The artillery on one side turned with harsh metal friction sounds, and then multiple turrets made a huge roar at the same time.

With the huge size of the ship and the double destructiveness of the heavy artillery, all the steel paths that the Ufa boy could walk in front of him suddenly broke.

The young man was caught off guard by this heavy blow, causing his footing to tremble completely, and he had only one way to go back.

And behind him was the sound of large-scale mechanical movement becoming more and more clear.

He closed his eyes, suddenly leaned forward, and fell through the hole in the damage.

……

"You must jump off a cliff and grow wings in the fallen air."

……

There was an uproar on the screen, amidst the frantic text scrolling, a pitch-black hang glider unfolded from behind the boy.

The young man under Jane's wing seems to be the only creature in this indifferent mechanical city that has gained a moment of freedom.

[...I think what I'm looking at is probably the same as what I think]

[Very handsome, to be honest, my Sisi is really handsome and beautiful, this taste is too strong]

[The screen shot just now can be regarded as the level of a movie pictorial, the "Scott" gang can really make a lot of money by signing Sisi]

[...It’s so beautiful, I watched this show as a G/V and a blend of violent and bloody elements before, and it’s the first time I think so]

[The ratings broke forty? ?Are you kidding me? ? ]

The black-haired boy who landed on the ground continued to sprint again without stopping.

A series of firearms and artillery fire drew a continuous and dense red line behind him, making the short "detachment" seem like an illusion.

He could clearly feel that his actions only made the manipulator of all this pause for a moment, and did not bring the slightest haste.

He moved a little slower for a second, and the line of fire from the firearm on the high eaves of the steel building grazed his cheek, drawing a bloodstain and splashing blood.

The black-haired boy didn't even frown, and rolled forward without landing, avoiding the artillery fire that followed.

Red born of cold gray iron.

This scene is undoubtedly a bright color, but the interested viewers are all holding their breath, and the young man who is running quickly will not waste time to stay.

He could clearly feel that the fire lines in all directions were orderly forcing him to a designated direction.

He knew, but he didn't have the slightest leeway to take care of other things except avoiding the burning and machinery that was about to engulf him.

The black-haired boy looked at himself, his body was running and dodging non-stop, his mind was in a trance, but his heartbeat was gradually accelerating.

Passing by death and fire, he felt a pair of quiet eyes following his every step, pressing him with a dark gray package.

The entire steel city is that person's 'predation range'.

……

The black-haired boy closed his eyes, and the abnormal heat that had risen under his skin intensified. His body temperature, which had been rising during the strenuous exercise, seemed to burn him from the inside like a sacrifice.

But even though this anomaly was so obvious that he couldn't ignore it, he could feel his own thoughts and his consciousness was still clear.

The black-haired boy is watching himself towards an end, unable to judge whether it is life or destruction.

But he vaguely felt that it was this sobriety that made the behind-the-scenes sigh.

When he sprinted into a steel castle, it was exhausted, the end of the road.

He ran all the way, and when he arrived at the gray iron-colored palace, the perception of the uninitiated was like a brave man who had gone through many hardships and finally arrived at the throne of the Demon King. This stark contrast made people feel absurd and funny.

The 'Predator' sits on a throne made of steel, while the four walls of the temple are completely composed of guns and weapons.

The extremely handsome, young man lowered his brows and eyes.

Obviously, the whole body is extremely imposing, and it is the gray oppressive feeling brought by this fortress, but at this moment, there is a slight ignorance and confusion in the eyes.

He didn't know why there were so many times that he could end the life of this 'survivor' and achieve the so-called 'capture' with a short and time-saving death, but he didn't.

He let him go, and even forced him to come in front of him.

The black-haired boy had no extra strength at this time, and was running in the air on the steel plank road halfway across the city. The excessive soreness in his legs had already made him unable to stand steadily.

Moreover, the strange feeling that was already boiling and burning in the blood had reached an unprecedented extreme.

The black-haired boy fell to the ground, from the side of his neck to his delicate cheeks, there was a beautiful color, it was no longer a slight pink, but a brilliant light red.The long and flexible legs were trembling weakly, and the slender arms were also weakly propped up behind him, the situation almost made people feel beautiful.

Like a rose in full bloom in the cold iron ash of this machine.

The boy's chest rose and fell rapidly, and while panting, he subconsciously bent his waist into a seductive arc.

He didn't know what he was going to do, and the consciousness that was trying to maintain clarity to find a way to survive in all this obsession and frenzy had begun to blur slightly.

He felt the approaching breath of the slightly bent 'Predator' on his cheek.

Why, why does this person have...

Vague and unripe... the smell of mint...

The young man was stimulated by the good smell and couldn't bear it any longer. His light red lips could no longer be bitten with his teeth, and he let out a slightly sensational hum.

The dark-haired young man has a deep face and a high nose bridge. Even if the side profile is just expressionless, it looks amazingly handsome when it appears on the screen.

The young man's expression, which was always indifferent and almost cold, was a little strange at this time, and he was almost a little uncertain.

He looked at the lower part of his slightly bent chest, his black eyes were covered with a layer of watery color, and a pleasing arc was drawn from his fragile white neck to his chin, like an emotional cat.

—his 'prey'...was waiting for his possession.

The young man nicknamed "King" leaned down, and was supported by the young man's weak soft white right arm in front of his solid chest. I don't know if he was refusing.

The boy looked at the black-haired young man staring at him steadily, with almost transparent olive-gray pupils, and was dazed for a moment.

"…is it you……"

It's just that the voice is too small, between the opening and closing of the waxy soft lips, it's almost like the small whine of a feline being hugged.

The young man didn't know what the captured cat was talking about, but his olive-gray eyes were watching every little move of the young man without blinking, and the concentration almost seemed a little pious.

He gently held the hand that was placed on his chest with the palm of the boy's side, and with the other hand, he casually blew up the camera in the hall with the gun that was discarded aside.

He dropped a soft kiss on the small hand that was held by the package, and then leaned down.