He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

Sac is a small town on the border, poor and chaotic, and it is common for orphans like Ian to be bullied.He still remembered that day when he was wandering in the black street and stole a piece of bread from Granny Gu Qi, before he could walk out of the street, he was grabbed by the back collar, hanging in the air and staring at his legs.

"Just talk about it if you want to eat, what's the point of stealing?" The black-haired and black-eyed Beta took him back to Granny Gucci's bakery, saw him devouring his food, and kindly poured him a glass of water.

"I said, if you really can't survive, how about being my little brother?"

Ian raised his head in a daze, there was still unswallowed bread in his mouth.

"I'm poor, but I'm a little poor, but following me can at least guarantee a job and a full stomach. Don't just be silly, just nod if you agree."

Before Ian could react, he was forced to press his head down.

"Okay, I'll take it as if you agree. Remember, my name is Hersey City, and I will be called Boss in the future. This black street is covered by me!"

In this way, Ian was recruited by He Xichen in a daze.Later when He Xichen arrived in Asgard, everyone in the Black Street guessed that it was almost time for the survival battle, so they sent him out to send an old hen to the boss to replenish his body, and wait for the boss to get Augustus's autograph. go home.

Yin En hugged the old hen all the way, vomited on the pier all afternoon when he got off the ship, and when he finally walked into Gaia, he couldn't help but be dazzled by the bustling city.

This, here is too different from Sak!

He glanced at the shabby clothes on his body, carefully asked the way with a smile, and finally found Asgard.

The gates of Asgard are open today, and all kinds of aristocrats walked in with joyful faces and luxurious attire, greeting each other.Ian hesitated a few steps and walked over with trembling feet.

The nobles saw a timid Beta approaching with an old hen in his arms, covering his nose with a champagne, showing disdain.

Ian was almost frightened by that look, his arms tightened, and the old hen in his arms was strangled and clucked loudly.

"Ouch, don't bark, don't bark!" He frantically comforted the hen, wanting to cry but not crying.

Two little robots suddenly slid out of the crowd coquettishly, one left and one right came in front of this Beta, and shouted: "Huh? Eyebrows drooping, hunchback."

"Old hen, stranger."

"Excuse me, are you Ian?" The two little robots sang together, startling Ian.

The old hen screamed again, and Ian hurriedly replied, "Yes!"

"Great!" Kafka and Lilia came to his feet, "The master didn't wait for you, so he told us to pick you up! Hurry up! The game is about to start!" Involuntarily stretching out the robotic arms, one pulled Ian pushed his way through the crowd, and punched in the sensing area with He Xichen's ID card, and he couldn't wait to squeeze in.

The auditorium is in the gymnasium in Asgard. The 3D stereoscopic projection technology projects the entire Nylonbergen game onto the arena in the middle. There is a control screen on the right hand side of each seat. Enter the group number to track their situation in real time.

When Ian was pushed to the middle of the fifth row, the image of He Xichen's team was on the projection.

"Wow! It's the boss! The boss!" He excitedly pointed at the black-haired and black-eyed young man in the middle, and the old hen clucked again.

"Master, master!" The two little robots were excited as they clawed at the railing.

Three hundred teams were evenly distributed around Nylonbergen, only waiting for the time to rush into the small town.There are number X robots secretly distributed in the city, and each robot represents one point.More attractive than robots are living people. As long as you "kill" a contestant, you can get ten points, and the points of the eliminated person will be transferred to yourself. The group with the highest score within the specified time is the survival team. winner of the battle.

He Xichen tucked his trousers neatly into his boots, looked up and saw Tyre's satisfied expression, smiled and stood up.

"Well... two juniors, if I hold you back..." Ai Ze, a timid third grader next to him, said with a mournful face, "When the time comes, leave me alone!"

Three grades, a total of [-] groups, except for the group whose members are determined, the others are randomly assigned by the school's machine.

Ai Ze was the bottom of the third grade, knowing that he was assigned to He Xichen and Tier to form a three-person team, one can imagine the pressure in his heart.

Back in the day, he was also proud to be admitted to Asgard, but there were too many monsters in the school, and he was heartbroken after being hit too much. The good Alpha turned into the awkward and submissive look he is now.

"How can you say that!" He Xichen put his shoulder on his shoulders, "It's fine if you don't have confidence in yourself, but you have to have confidence in us!"

This made Aize even more frustrated.

"Do you want to win?" He Xichen suddenly became serious.

Aize was taken aback, closed his eyes and nodded fiercely.Who doesn't want to win?Even if speaking out will only make people laugh, but everyone has a competitive heart, and everyone wants to attract attention!

"I want to win!" His voice trembled.

"Okay." He Xichen held him with his left hand, hooked Tyre's shoulder with his right hand, and the three of them formed a circle, "Then we win!"

The three of them were all ready to go when they suddenly heard the magnificent and desolate sound of the church bell in the center of the city, echoing in the deserted city.

The survival battle has officially begun!

"Let's go, there are scoring points in the shopping mall." Till scanned the brief map and memorized it in his mind, and said calmly, "But you really have to be cautious, and be careful not to be "fished". "

"Fish farming" is a scoring method spawned by a special scoring system - first fatten up weak groups, and then jump out to harvest points.

"Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimps." Ai Ze touched his nose, "I was raised last year."

He Xichen showed his big white teeth: "Let's take a look, who has such bad eyesight that he kept us three sharks."

Aize is still very self-aware, he is at best the clownfish behind the sharks, how can he reach their level.

They seemed to be the only group on this street. Discarded newspapers were flying in the wind. Robot X in the shopping mall sensed human voices, and immediately lit up its red eyes and launched an attack.

The black-haired Beta removed the robot's head neatly, and the smart collar on the neck showed the score—1.

"Protect your heart!" He Xichen immediately noticed the clue and reminded.

The chests of all combatants are implanted with induction chips, and as long as they are attacked, they will release the same level of current to simulate the pain of reality.If you are shot in the heart by an empty bag, you will generally be eliminated directly.

"Last year's robot didn't have this program!" As an old man who was "shot" twice, Ai Ze almost cried. He has experienced that kind of heart-wrenching feeling.

After the three of them wiped out the robots outside the mall, they entered the mall to investigate the situation.

The shelves in the shopping mall are filled with all kinds of goods, biscuits and candies, bread and milk, various sports equipment and household items, and... small gunpowder that will explode if you don't pay attention!

He Xichen grabbed the dynamite and threw it in, and at the same time shouted: "Get out!" He smashed the window and jumped, and the timer reached the last second.

Bang!

The whole house trembled, and scorching heat gushed out from the windows and doors.

"Damn it! You played so hard this year!" the disgraced Ai Ze scolded. Although there were traps for small blasts in the survival battles in the past two years, they were far from this power.

"Don't worry, the school will treat you for free." He Xichen patted the ashes on his hair.

"What if he died?" Ai Ze asked in horror.

"Hmm...free burial?" As soon as he finished speaking, Tyre was hit on the back of the head.

"Don't scare him!" Till said calmly, "The teacher who arranged the Nylonbergen is very experienced, at most he is disabled."

It's even scarier!

Ai Ze deeply felt that his teammates were not only capable, but also lacked a string in their brains—a string called fear of death was missing.

"By the way, Senior Brother Ai Ze, how are your escape skills?" He Xichen asked suddenly.

"It's okay." It's really not that he is self-effacing. In Asgard, he couldn't beat him again and again, so he could only practice his escape skills desperately. He could even write a book summarizing how to escape quickly, effectively, and feasible. Book.

Tyre pursed his lips, the speed of this guy's running just now was beyond his reach.

"That's good." He Xichen heaved a sigh of relief, and distributed the golf clubs he took out in the mall just now to him and Tier, "The situation is a bit bad, it seems that they dare not come to raise our three sharks, Instead, they opened the net and planned to clean us up."

Tyr nodded tacitly and turned to North Street.

"What's the situation?" Aize still couldn't react.

"To put it simply, we are too strong, and the little fishes join forces to rebel." He Xichen looked at the South Street, and Ai Ze, who was crowded in the middle, looked left and right, at a loss.

Nylon Bergen is divided into four war zones, east, west, north, south, and each war zone has a seed team. As it should be, they will become the most conspicuous and most hated red-heart targets.

The members of the S-01 seed team in the Southern War Zone—He Xichen, Tier, and Aize—are now facing the first small siege of the survival battle.Crowds of Alphas appeared at the street corner, and fifteen groups flocked aggressively towards the helpless group of three in the center of the street.

"What, what should I do? My legs are a little weak!" Ai Ze said tremblingly.

"Don't mind, run away if you can't beat it, leave it to me and Tire to deal with it!" He Xichen waved the golf club in his hand, calmly as if he was just facing a bunch of... golf balls?

"Don't run too far, we will leave some heads for you." Tyre calmly unbuttoned his cuffs.

Aize suddenly calmed down.The sense of security these two people give people is as stable and reliable as a mountain, which makes him full of confidence for no reason.

What a ghost!

Don't think that following a monster is a monster yourself!Aize scolded himself fiercely in his heart.

He knew that Tyre's training volume was five times that required by Asgard, and he knew that in order to get rid of the adverse reactions and disadvantages caused by the removal of the glands, Tyre spent day and night in the central lake to hone his strength and speed .As for the prehistoric monster Beta, except for walking the cat for 10 minutes, the rest of the time is engaged in actual combat training. In comparison, Bach's daily lap running task can be said to be relaxing his muscles and bones.

he knows!He knows everything!The strength of Tire and He Xichen comes from their own unremitting efforts, rather than relying on Alpha's natural advantages.What kind of shit has a natural advantage?One gave up voluntarily, and the other didn't at all, such two people!These two people are the top of Asgard today!

Aize ruthlessly swept away the head of the rushing Alpha with his cue, but he already felt the endless pressure on his back.Countless people's eyes were fixed on him, and before he had time to defend, he stared wide-eyed and watched the iron rod fall from the hands of the ferocious enemy.

Ouch!

Ai Ze's cold sweat flowed into his eyes, causing him to squint his eyes halfway. He didn't know if the sun was too strong. He looked at He Xichen and Tier, who were carrying golf clubs, and always felt that they were as dazzling as the saviors. generally.

"Please, this brother, we're covering it!" He Xichen angrily put his cue across the neck of Alpha who fell to the ground.

Tyre frowned, dissatisfied and said: "Pay attention to your words."

He Xichen stepped aside: "Come, come, tell me."

Till glanced at the teasing expression on his face, put the cue on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "If you dare to provoke a shark, you must be prepared to come and go."

"Hey, 'Sharks' sounds like a bad gangster. He Xichen thought about it seriously, "How about calling it "Black Dragon"?" "

Before Aize could react, the two had already argued about the practicality and terror of "Shark" and "Black Dragon".

No, "Black Dragon" isn't any better, is it?He couldn't help but groaned in his heart now, and slapped himself when he came back to his senses.

They are crazy and you are crazy too!

"Are you injured?" He Xichen suddenly turned his head and asked him.

"No, no."

"Very good." Tire bowed his head towards him, "All the heads over there are reserved for you."

Ai Ze looked over - the Alpha piled up into a hill was screaming, and there were "numerous dead bodies" on the ground, with bruised noses and swollen faces, and weak breath.

"You guys did all of this?" he yelled in surprise.

He Xichen and Tier nodded, carrying golf clubs with the aura of dominating the world.

"But you are too weak."

"Well, it's too weak."

"Have you completed the training requirements assigned by the teacher?"

"I suggest you add some reaction speed training."

"It turns out there are such weak students in Asgard."

"To be honest, it's also the first time I've seen it."

One sentence at a time, as if a sharp arrow almost pierced Ai Ze's lung tube.

After harvesting the heads with tears in his eyes, he asked, "Where do we go next?"

He Xichen looked towards the dangerous area where the four war zones intersected: "The flag on the top of the central church is worth [-] points, of course we have to take it down."

Nylon Bergen, West Theater.

Linde had two pistols strapped to his waist, and his group had been lucky enough to find the guns hidden in the shipping container, but he wasn't doing well.

He was betrayed.

The other two Alphas in the W-01 group took away the whole bag of guns and ammunition in the trunk while he was getting out of the car to refuel.The ranking is determined by the total score of the group and has nothing to do with the number of survivors.Those two people were either confident that they could get the first place, or they didn't like Linde and wanted to make him feel better.

It was of no avail to think about it, and now he was left with only two pistols—the Burleigh Tower 92 and the Glock 18—and thirty 9mm Parabellum rounds loaded into the magazine.

Linde ruffled his blond hair irritably, walked around the gas station, and finally found an old off-road vehicle.Although some parts have aged and the brakes are not very sensitive, as long as it can be started, it is enough.

In any case, even if he is alone, he will win the survival battle!

The dusty SUV backed out of the parking garage and headed for the Central Church - where there was plenty of prey.