After being a spare tire for four big guys at the same time [Transmigration Book]

In the next second, the space they were in suddenly twisted violently.

In the automatically running computer room, dazzling red error reminders appeared on all the screens.

The high-frequency flickering screen and the sharp siren instantly grabbed people's nerves, like a cold ice pick piercing through the temple, and the illusion of the entire orphanage began to be compressed and pulled.

On the third floor of the orphanage, the player who was playing hide-and-seek with the dean's ghost suddenly became concerned: "What's going on! What happened again?!"

"They made it upstairs!"

Sui Zhengfan stopped in his tracks, he was already holding the gun in his hand: "The shackles of the game world have been untied, we must move fast!"

He tried to dial the safety, heard a crisp tapping sound, and gripped the gun firmly.

——Prior to this, players were forced to act as children in the orphanage—any behavior that did not conform to the settings was not allowed, let alone shooting with a gun.

Yu Tang and Zhan Chen succeeded upstairs, the computer room controlling the orphanage had an accident, and the restrictions on the players were initially opened!

In the fierce vibration of the space, the sound of knocking came along the wall, at regular intervals according to length, which is an old-fashioned password that has long been eliminated.

"The 'Reviewer' has been dragged into the game by the electronic storm, and the 'Administrator' has just been captured and given the key to unlock the terminal."

Sui Zhengfan counted the knocking sounds intently: "Our task is to solve the middlemen."

It is true that high-dimensional spaces can be smeared and modified in low dimensions, and even obliterated in low-dimensional spaces, but there is also a last resort in low dimensions.

...destroy all lower dimensions.

In the same space, when all the lower dimensions are destroyed by themselves, the highest dimension will fall down.

Sui Zhengfan understood what Yu Tang and Zhan Chen really wanted to do.

It is too difficult to go to the "Crossing Bookstore" that almost only exists in legends. Except for the electronic storm, only data that ignores dimensions can come and go freely, but as long as it is data, it will be hijacked by the terminal.

The terminal takes the role in this book, once all the lower dimensions collapse completely, the coward who hides in the high dimension and only dares to use profit and fear to manipulate the ghosts to harvest the world, there is no way to hide anymore .

If you can't go up, then pull it down.

Electronic Storm needs to correct mistakes and re-enact the rules of this world.

Yu Tang wants to force the terminal to fall into this world completely.

"We must get rid of the chief of the Secret Service here." Sui Zhengfan said, "In this way, the orphanage will be completely out of control—be careful!"

He pulled Dai Lei hard, and the out-of-control data storm brushed Dai Lei's shoulders, turning everything that had swept over into a gray data stream.

The dean's ghost also seemed to have sensed the danger. Instead of chasing the player, he turned around and tried to escape to the lower floor.

"No, the electric current has no effect on him!"

Sweat broke out on Chai Ning's forehead: "He is a portrait, a ghost in an orphanage, physical attacks cannot harm him!"

This is the restricted rule of the orphanage. The orphanage is controlled by the director, and it is a puppet domain completely controlled by the director. There is never a way to completely kill the director.

The portrait of the dean can always be hung in every corner of the orphanage.

"Try to stop him, and find a way along the way." Sui Zhengfan's eyes sank, "Lighten up the road a bit, and first find a way to join the other group."

Chai Ning pressed the power transmission box, the crackling red current burst out sparks along the line, forcibly lit the electric lights on the road, and brightly illuminated the windowless corridor.

Because the 19th and 45th used to hunt here, the third floor is also littered with untold book spaces.

After separating from Yu Tang, the players also divided into two teams.Team doctor Sui took Song Sihang and Meng Nanke to search for the scattered original works, and noticed that the environment had changed, and had already started to move towards them.

The identities of hunter and prey have been reversed, both dodging the wandering data turmoil while trying to take down the head of the orphanage.

"Don't just shoot!"

Chai Ning looked at Dai Lei, and shook her palm that was hot from the electric current: "Mr. Sui used the gun because he didn't have an offensive ability. What exactly is your ability? Why don't you use it until now!" Dai Lei Lei fired again: "My ability is to shoot, what can I do!"

When the members sent by the security department took the initiative to accept the transformation in order to complete the task, the ability he mutated was the most useless one.

His domain is the "shooting range", and his ability is "the ability to shoot bullets into the bull's-eye with precision".

"I can hit the bull's-eye without any difference!" Dai Lei was terribly worried, "It's not as good as the kind that can pour mental power into any object and turn it into a bullet..."

Chai Ning turned sideways, dodging dangerously - a turbulent flow of data: "..."

"When the ability mutated, I felt that my previous devil training camp was for nothing!"

When Dai Lei talked about this incident, he became troubled: "In the field of 800 meters, there is nothing to use except mental energy! The restrictions on this thing are simply terrible. I must have a gun, and the target must have a painted bullseye... "

Sui Zhengfan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on him.

Dai Lei was startled—jumped, barely stopped: "What's wrong?"

Sui Zhengfan asked: "As long as there is a bull's-eye, you will surely be able to hit it?"

"Yes... yes." Dai Lei hesitated for a while, "It's okay to turn around, and it's okay if there are obstacles."

If it weren't for the weird rule that "the target must have a bull's-eye", his ability is actually not weak, and it is even a particularly useful ability for secret agents who are often responsible for secret operations.

But if you really have time to sneak in and calmly draw a bull's-eye on the target, there's no need to take the trouble to shoot——

"There is a bullseye." Sui Zhengfan said.

Dai Lei was stunned.

Sui Zhengfan took a deep look at the turbulent flow of data that turned into a storm.

...Electronic Storm wanted to take revenge on the director of the Secret Service, so he asked Zhan Chen to draw a portrait of the director of the Secret Service—two crosses on the dark circles.

At that time, he lent Zhan Chen his pen, looked at the boy curled up on the sofa, and felt that Electronic Storm was ignorant of the world and had a childish temper.

Zhan Chen doesn't know how to play a prank.His life was cleared and then filled again. The security department's early training as an operational agent was horribly harsh. Sui Zhengfan brought this training mode to the Special Forces and became the famous devil training.

Those two straight crosses just formed a bull's-eye on the portrait.

……

"Expand your domain." Sui Zhengfan threw his own gun to Dai Lei, "Shoot."

Dai Lei froze for a moment: "But——"

He met Sui Zhengfan's gaze, swallowed unconsciously, and swallowed back the questioning words.

...Although at first he only thought that the couple were ordinary civilians, but as the dangers they encountered continued to increase, Dai Lei had more and more vague premonitions.

He didn't dare to say any more, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened up the field, holding the specially modified military electromagnetic shotgun.

The instant the trigger was pulled, the ghost, which they couldn't hit no matter what, suddenly let out a shrill scream.

In the entire orphanage, on each of the portraits of the headmaster, tiny holes that were slowly burning appeared at the same time.

Unlike ordinary firearms, the attack of shotguns is mainly surface-based. The electromagnetic waves that replace buckshots will not really penetrate a single point, but will hit the target in a scattered manner, and the effective area of ​​​​the attack will be greatly increased.

The entire painting was ignited by the high heat caused by electromagnetic waves, the holes spread rapidly and connected, and the scorched edges were licked in by new gray flames in a blink of an eye.

The ghost stayed in mid-air, twisting and convulsing violently, and there was a hole on its body that was exactly the same as the portrait.

Burnt debris kept falling from his body, and was sucked into the intensifying hurricane by the data turbulence.

Team doctor Sui led people from the other end of the corridor to join him, his eyes fell on the twisted and burning gray flame, he stopped cautiously, and gestured to his husband from afar.

The Secret Service chief is frantically tinkering with his body.

The orphanage—everything is gray, even the flames ignited by electromagnetic waves—the flames that lose their color will be extinguished quickly, and they will lose heat rapidly, just like the crosses made by the two red pens—they also become dark and light. No — gray.

If it weren't for this point, the Secret Service Director might have been completely eliminated by the gun just now.

"This is my orphanage..." The ghost's voice was hoarse and changed its tone. It was trying its best to fill the hollow that had been burned out, and the nearly dissipated body was filled with new gray traces.

"Zhong San and Wen Er will be calculated by the electronic storm, and Sui Si will be trapped in this world and cannot go back. It is because the electronic storm has captured their weaknesses. They are self-inflicted."

The ghost's voice was like gravel crushing gravel and dust, with a harsh noise: "But I have no weakness, I have already given up everything."

"I give up everything, so I get everything, and I won't die."

The ghost distorted and deformed in the air, it had completely left the appearance of the chief of secret service, and became chaotic and hideous: "You have nothing to do with me, you—"

Its voice stopped abruptly, and its eyes were fixed not far away in fear.

Sui Zhengfan turned around.

Most of their floor has been swallowed up by the data storm. Not far behind everyone, Yu Tang sat on the wall that had been cut away, pushing aside the gray chaotic turbulence.

The ghost was not looking at the electronic storm, he was staring behind Yu Tang, trembling uncontrollably.

His empty pupils stared fixedly at Zhan Chen who had changed back to the costume of the person in charge of the mall.

"I recognized you, Director." Zhan Chen said, "I should have recognized you earlier."

When the Secret Service chief was swallowed into the lowest dimension by that space and turned into a portrait, he heard a sharp noise like insects.

"If the Ministry of Security doesn't even trust the Special Forces, they will ask Section Chief Sui to go undercover to investigate the position of the Special Forces and the Sharp Knife Team."

Zhan Chen looked at him: "Why don't you find someone to go undercover into the conservative forces and try to become their capable confidant?"

He should have been suspicious.

If it was just a reckless mecha operator who didn't obey orders, Sui Zhengfan didn't deserve to go deep into the bug swarm to rescue him, and even lose an arm.

Sui Zhengfan—has been in the Special Forces, then fell into an electronic storm, and entered the game world after he came out.He didn't know what happened afterwards. He didn't know that because he couldn't control his greed, he fell into the trap of the conservatives and was handed over as a "sample" for trading with the Zerg.

"Your other identity has been wormed, and you used the ability card to escape - part of yourself, returned to the Secret Service, and continued to be the director of your Secret Service."

"Your information is the top secret. Even Pu Ying has no right to obtain it. Everything you do is an absolute secret."

"It's like no one knows who the previous chief of the Special Investigation Section is except you."

Zhan Chen said: "Except for Section Chief Sui, no one knows that the chief of the Secret Service who specializes in fighting conservatives has another identity."

This identity is even complete - has his own pseudonym, has a family, has a son, and uses his position to intercept a top-notch talented observer.

If all the plot lines are not changed, the top young observer will be made into the best wingman AI, and the protagonist of the book will become the strongest mech pilot, accepting everyone's admiration and admiration, having anything imaginable.

"This is your first book."

Intertwined pale lights floated in Yu Tang's palm: "You wrote yourself a son and named him Sheng Yi——you really want to see what a colorful world looks like."

After making a deal with the terminal, the Secret Service chief regretted it.

He is trapped in a world of only gray, no matter how powerful he is and can control the fate of many people, as long as he closes his eyes, there will be endless, deep and shallow gray.

He racked his brains and used his identity as an intermediary to secretly add a book.

"Sheng Yi doesn't have a mother at all, and you are not his real father—he is the first completely created empty shell."

Yu Tang said: "When he becomes the strongest mech pilot, you will pour him out and escape in by yourself."

"That's why you are so scared every time you see Senior Zhan."

"You are not only afraid of an agent who has come back from the dead - you have a deep-rooted fear of the person in charge of the mall. You have been frightened crazy by him, and you would rather die than see him."

Yu Tang looked at the cloud of gray fog: "I used to be in charge of Shiji's role. When you tried to attack me and let me be swallowed up by AI fusion, you were exchanged 73 times by the person in charge of the mall."

When hearing these words, the ghost trembled even more uncontrollably. It didn't care about repairing its damaged body, and turned around and fled towards the stairs in embarrassment.

Sui Zhengfan ordered sharply: "Shoot!"

Dai Lei pulled the trigger one after another, and more and more small holes appeared on the ghost's body. It struggled desperately in the intense pain, and rolled around trying to smear and replenish the gray traces.

"You can't kill me...I won't die anymore!"

The ghost hissed and begged for mercy: "Let me cooperate with you! Gray fire can't kill me, please stop shooting, I am willing to cooperate with you..."

"Can red fire kill you?" Yu Tang asked.

The ghost slapped violently.

It seemed to be vaguely aware of some kind of threat, and it refused to make a sound, and - while repairing its body - struggled to hide in the dark.

Yu Tang looked at Song Sihang: "Lend you something."

Song Sihang was stunned for a moment: "What? I'll look for--"

As soon as he responded, his hand suddenly itched slightly, as if some kind of force had scraped the thumb's pad, and a particularly striking red was peeled off from his right thumb.

"I recognize you." Yu Tang said, "Thank you for saving Luo Ran."

Song Sihang didn't realize what had happened, and watched the piece of paint being peeled off from his hand, and nodded in a daze.

... Luo Ran was the target of his last mission.

On the last mission, they followed Pu Ying to the General Scientific Research Institute to investigate the data theft case. He found a birthmark imitated with paint on Luo Ran, and accidentally touched it.

The quality of the dye was very good, and his thumb was red for a few days, and then suddenly turned into a standard flesh color one day.

"This is the best quality paint in Chuanshuguan Mall. It takes about a hundred years to fade naturally."

Yu Tang said, "I want to try—try."

The ghost was almost nailed in place, looking at the blob of red in horror.

The cloud of ashes had already been attached to its eyes, and it hadn't seen a color other than gray for a long time, and the red hadn't even been attached to the flames, and it was scalded to the point where it curled up with all its strength.

"You forgive me..."

It struggled to beg for mercy: "I know I was wrong, I am willing to cooperate with you, I regret it, I regret it a long time ago."

The ghost was like a cloud of dust, and murmured hoarsely: "I am the lowest dimension, if you destroy me, you will also collapse from your dimension and become like me..."

"No." Zhan Chen said, "I once made a contract with you, and you were in my domain at that time."

The ghost trembled violently - under.

...he remembered his promise.

He was exchanged 73 times at that time, and watched himself annihilated and reorganized 73 times. He couldn't care about anything, and made promises without hesitation.

He told Zhan Chen that if he dared to make an electronic storm again, he would let Zhan Chen deal with it at will.

——For the person in charge of the mall, this promise means a formal exchange of ownership.

This time, if Zhan Chen wants to exchange him again, he will not be automatically returned by the mall.

"I didn't realize at the time that it turned out to be another identity of yours—but fortunately, realms don't recognize people, they only recognize promises."

Zhan Chen said, "Now, I will collect the price."

The space around him shook slightly, and the invisible field spread out instantly.

The flames turned a scorching red, and the ghost let out a shrill and ear-piercing roar. His body twisted and deformed in the flames, and gradually turned into gray-white embers.

Every portrait on the wall was burned, the orphanage no longer belonged to anyone, and it was completely and completely stripped from the recycling bin.

The window reappeared on the wall, and the fire clouds painted red on the blue-purple sky. The afterglow of the setting sun fell in, and the graffiti became vivid and vivid, and the bright colors rushed into people's eyes.

The departing store manager has one last job done.

The Secret Service chief fell into his worst nightmare - unable to die, utterly lost in freedom, forever transformed into these gray inescapable -parts.

Instead of the orphanage, the Secret Service chief melted into that gray world. "I said."

Zhan Chen: "Sheng Tiancheng, if you see me again, you might go crazy with fright."