[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

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Lu Meng stayed in the dark sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, the data seemed to be stagnant, and there was no sound from the system failure, and it took a long time for the voice to sound: "Due to special circumstances, as the 'chosen player', I hope you can listen to my next words carefully. Mission description—”

"As you know, Heaven on Earth Hell United Company has many games, and it is a three-world chain game company that serves players in Hell, Heaven, and Earth. In addition to the "Gods Game" for the dead in the world, there are countless other games." Big and small games are controlled by this system or the lower-level system. Now, because a certain player is addicted to ■■ realistic games... In short, you are specially selected to rescue this inextricable boy."

Although the voice is always cold, the voice of the system is slightly irritated.

"Since the target of your strategy is a real player—as you must know, he belongs to hell/heaven, so I can't give you special props, and I even have to seal some of your abilities to avoid being noticed by players. At the same time, Because of the unpredictability of the player's heart, the holographic tracking bar of the task completion will also be invalid. After the task is over, there are only two possibilities of task failure and success. For this high risk, we also provide different rewards - if completed Tasks and competitive rankings are based on 120% completion, and at the same time you will get a skill gift pack & value-added gift pack from the system.”

"Because the player you want to attack is also a very good hacker, the system will lose contact with you during the mission, please player NO. What) must be treated with caution, do not arouse suspicion, and complete the task smoothly. Please accept the task, or YES?"

Mongo: ...

"Then, please set the game data yourself—"

please enter:

Gender: (recommended female)

Age: (recommended younger age)

Identity: (The more miserable the better, the premise is that it can be controlled)

Enter:

male; 1; outcast.

Meng Ge: Wait, I lost 11——

【Confirm input】

Sending succeeded.

When Meng Ge opened his eyes, he saw a cute hot air balloon - no, no, it should be a parachute - just like a small umbrella on a bamboo basket.

Originally, the author wanted to use a more literary description to unfold a weird and romantic picture, but it was really too troublesome——

Meng Ge, who should be called Meng Bao now, turned into a one-year-old baby, lying in a velvet-draped bamboo basket in a delightful Chinese red bellyband.The basket was floating in the sky, and when a gust of wind blew, the red parachute was hanging on the bamboo basket and flew downward smoothly.

This is a gray city.

Not only because of its gray sky that cannot find a ray of light, but also because the suffocatingly tall buildings in the whole city are composed of gray tones.Gray rock blocks and bricks form apartment buildings, clock towers, towers, shops...

But it's not just the buildings that are dark, even the cars on the dark roads are gray - black, white, gray, gray blue... except for the melancholy cool colors, you can't see other colors.

But it's not just cars, people walking in the city are also gloomy.

Most people wear cool-colored clothes, even if some people occasionally wear red and orange... These bright and cheerful colors seem to be covered with thick gray, which makes people feel tired.If you want to say why, it's probably because everyone's face is covered with gray and defeated shadows, right?

Numb and empty eyes, weak steps... Most people are either impatient or unlovable.If this is a zombie city, or the kingdom of Pluto, it is worthy of the name.

A crow flew over the power lines and landed on the air conditioner outside the window.However, before the claws could stabilize, they were startled by the sudden falling object, causing the feathers to fly away.

boom--

A heavy sack-like sound resounded in the street below, brains and blood splashed together, and the man with his head down was gradually drenched in black blood.Faced with all this, the pedestrians passing by did not respond, except for the first time when there was a loud noise, they were frightened or looked around dully, and all of them returned to their original numbness.The only thing that has changed is that people will be careful to tiptoe or pull their skirts through the narrow street where the dead bodies are now lying, so as not to stain their luggage with blood.

"Ha ha--"

Above this lifeless city center, the wind blowing through the ground brought a burst of crisp and lovely laughter—a kind of childish laughter that can only be produced when the sounder is immature.

Our Montbo enjoyed the air travel and was in high spirits about what should have been a dangerous landing.Although becoming a limp baby annoyed him for a while, Meng Bao, who can only maintain depression for 7 seconds, quickly showed his ADHD, stretching his small palms and kicking his short legs from time to time.

There are gray clouds in the gray sky, but it is not interesting to lie in the bamboo basket and look at the huge sky like this.

Pigeons flew by, thin down feathers flying out from under their fluttering wings.Meng Bao kept waving his hands and catching the fine hairs floating around, because the baby's body was hard to control, and it looked like it was dancing.

"Hahaha——" Apart from simple syllables and laughter, he couldn't make other sounds.But living alone in this world, as long as one can still laugh, it is enough.

The pigeon's feathers passed through the red parachute, and the bamboo basket was still floating down.The slightly loose square between the dense buildings appears in the shot under the bamboo basket—but Mengbao is invisible, and as a newborn baby, it is still difficult for him to sit up.

There is a large pool in the center of the square, with a decorative building in the shape of the Sydney Opera House on the pool, and the fountain pipe is hidden in the copper blue water.Around the square are some high-end shops - cafes, restaurants, clothing stores... Although there are a lot of beautiful things to see, they are undoubtedly full of baroque style.On the white table in the open-air restaurant, the tomatoes and carrots used for decoration are all put on angry faces.The diners moved the knife slowly, raised the fork, and looked as solemn as swallowing a cancer pill.

"Ha ha--"

A burst of childish laughter broke into the dining table, and everyone raised their heads in surprise, looking around in surprise.

Bang——The parachute was flattened, the bamboo basket smashed into the square pool, and the white pigeons on the edge fluttered their wings, circling endlessly over the square.

"It's a baby..."

"He's laughing?!"

"God, he's laughing—"

The bamboo basket floated to the edge of the pool, Meng Bao stared at the two or three people who gradually surrounded him with his big black eyes, and then showed a big, drooling smile with only front teeth.

"Ah-oh-"

He wanted to say hello, but he made a strange sound uncontrollably, and Meng Bao held his fingers in confusion.

The people around him spoke French, and Meng Bao could barely understand it, but because he didn't have many opportunities to use French in the past, he was not very familiar with this foreign language full of magical sounds.But since everyone around speaks French, are you in France now?It doesn't look like...

A man lifted the basket to the shore—

"Are you going to take him in?"

"No no," with a frowning face, "I don't even know how long I can live, how can I..."

"My husband and I have chosen a time to die..."

Meng Bao looked at the negative people around the bamboo basket in confusion, and thought: Are these guys all terminally ill?

A gentleman put Meng Bao's bamboo basket under the eaves that provided some protection from the wind and rain, but that was all.Nobody wants to adopt the child—that would add misfortune to one's own life, alas, the unhappy world!People just left dejectedly.The wind at night is getting stronger and colder, especially in this kind of city full of high-rise buildings, the wind in the streets and alleys is like a wild beast driven to a narrow road, rushing fiercely.

"Ah Qiu-"

Meng Bao sneezed, clutching the edge of the bamboo basket with his small hands, staring at this novel and too huge world with his big black eyes.Shops closed one after another, and Mengbao was hungry.He hung his head slightly sadly, and after a while, the excited baby's laughter sounded again - Meng Bao decided to head for the distant dining table, and he regarded it as a fun adventure.

Flutter—the bamboo basket was overwhelmed by the fat belly, and Meng Bao crawled out of the bamboo basket on all hands and feet, and crawled towards the white plastic table that wafted the aroma of coffee.After choosing the location, Meng Bao finally saw the white table legs and chair legs after crawling for a while.In addition, there are two feet in black leather boots.Meng Bao raised his head, and the man who was eating was also lowering his head——

Probably shouldn't be called a man.It was a handsome young man, with a high nose and deep eyes of French origin, and he was of mixed race with an oriental elegance.

Black hair and black eyes, a slightly cold expressionless face.

For some reason, Meng Bao had a particularly good impression of people with this appearance.So he pulled the young man's trousers and stood up tremblingly, while showing a slobbering smile with bare gums.

The young man's eyes flashed, and then he turned back to continue eating expressionlessly.

In the chilly evening wind, thanks to him, he was able to eat in an elegant manner without any complaints.Meng Bao, who was ignored, was not discouraged, at least he still had warm legs to hug.So Meng Bao, who only had his bellyband to keep out the cold, stretched out his limp arms and hugged the young man's calf.

The young man froze, then retracted his legs.

Meng Bao, who lost his support, sat back on the ground.

The one big and one small looked at each other for a moment, and the young man smiled brightly at the baby for a while, then his facial muscles twitched.Just when Meng Bao wondered if this guy was suffering from colic from eating in the cold wind, Meng Bao was picked up.Unceremoniously stuffing him back into the bamboo basket on the street, the young man turned and went into a bakery.

After the young man's back was covered by the glass door, the preset notification sound sounded like a thief: "Attention! Attention! The target player has appeared, and now I will enter relevant entries for you——

Player Nickname: ? ? ? (Please do your own investigation)

Player identity: ? ? ? (Please do your own investigation)

Player age: ? ? ? (Please do your own investigation)

Player Raiders Dimension: This system is trying to study for a Ph.D. in psychology, and will fully mobilize psychological knowledge to provide you with scientifically based speculation.Because this system cannot directly communicate with player 69, when this system agrees with your strategy, it will silently praise you.Similarly, if the system objects to your strategy, it will silently give you a shit (picture). "

Shit!You have an egg!

The author has something to say:

The story of this editor has been rewritten. The fan of "Suicide Specialty Shop" is a French animation movie, but it doesn't matter if you watch the film or not. The story is original. Here we borrow the setting of "selling suicide".

Fightclub’s reading response is not good. I originally wanted to change it, but after changing it, although the plot can be tightened, the story is completely original. If the original movie becomes meaningless, the fans will also be meaningless... just want to be in The novel will be finished within two or three stories, so just change the story and adjust the structure.

In addition, because my heart is heavy, I plan to write a healing story.

I hope it doesn't cause trouble for everyone's reading.