Desperate

On the top of the hill where the arena is located, there is a building that is as sharp as a war halberd, like a sharp blade shining with cold light, piercing straight into the sky without mercy.

On the highest floor of the building, a man is holding champagne and sitting leisurely on a dark red sofa. The room behind him is so spotless that one wonders if its owner has serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Du Haiyan quietly wore a black wide-brimmed hat and black plain clothes, standing beside the man with her head bowed respectfully.

The man has a face that does not tell his age, but the few wrinkles on his forehead still add a bit of elder wisdom to him. He looks at Zhou Pushen who is running all the way on the screen, like a loving old man looking at himself The grandson pointed at the captain with a champagne finger: "He came with 'Adam'?"

"Yes." Du Haiyan nodded slightly.

"He's a good boy." The man took a sip of the transparent bubbly liquid, then frowned: "I really don't understand why you young people like to drink this. If I want to say, tea leaves are the most suitable for me .”

"I'll change it." Du Haiyan took the champagne from the tea table in a well-trained manner and immediately took it away from the coffee table.

"Huai Mian," the man called Du Haiyan, who was about to go out to exchange tea for him, and he smiled slightly: "When you came back from 'Hemera', you must have visited your sister."

Du Haiyan's hand froze, and the woman's slender fingertips firmly pinched the handle of the goblet. She didn't dare to turn her head, and still turned her back to the man.

"It's okay, I don't blame you." The man still smiled warmly: "It's nothing wrong to visit my sister once in a while."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Dou Huaimian's eyelids trembled, the hand holding the goblet was hanging by her side, her knees softened, and she was about to kneel on the valuable woven carpet.

"Hey, what are you doing?" the man stopped her just as she was about to get down on her knees, "I just asked you to change a cup of tea for me, why are you so nervous." After he finished speaking, he seemed to be lost As if interested, he turned his head and continued to stare at the curtain.

As if Dou Huaimian was granted amnesty, she hurriedly got up and retreated with her head down.

One second before Dou Huaimian was about to open the carved wooden door, she heard the man add as if discussing the weather: "Let'Adam's friends participate in this game, it will be more interesting."

Like a freeze-frame picture, the two ropes connecting the old suspension bridge to the cliff slowly and helplessly fell towards the abyss after two gunshots from unknown sources.

Cen Lu stood up suddenly, and the stool fell backwards because of his violent action, with a loud "clang".

There was a gray area on the display screen, seeing that Zhou Pushen was about to step on solid ground, but the suspension bridge was torn apart at this moment, the rotten boards fell apart along with the weak ropes, and the men on the suspension bridge fell together with the scattered boards. fell off a cliff.

what happened?

Why is this so? !

While Cen Lu was maintaining his mental concentration, he quickly compared in his heart the time the hemp rope could last under the blade and the speed at which Zhou Pushen crossed the entire suspension bridge. His brain gave him the answer that it was too late.

He should be able to see Zhou Pushen climbing to the other side of the cliff safe and sound, he must see it!But I never expected that someone would put a black gun on the side!

Fear was like a powerful hand tightly strangling Cen Lu's throat. He stared at the other animal trainer with red eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Huangmao raised his eyebrows triumphantly. He was indeed not the one who fired the black gun, but now he is very grateful to the person who helped them indirectly. It seems that now he just needs to wait for Saifang to pull the boy's body out from the bottom of the cliff.

A blood-stained hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed a lonely branch protruding from the cliff.

Cen Lu's right hand felt numbness-like pain, as if all five fingers were rubbed against rough broken branches and bleeding.It was supposed to be pain from ten fingers to the heart, but the pain like a pinprick made his cold heart start beating again: "Brother Shen!"

Huang Mao was stunned, then twisted his face, and yelled at his teammates like crazy: "Take the submachine gun from him! Quick!"

Old Zheng was a little hesitant. Although he committed a serious crime, civilians in the empire were strictly forbidden to touch guns, so he had never even touched a model in his life. Even if he forcibly snatched a submachine gun from someone, he probably would not use it .

Old Zheng knocked on the earphones: "I can just use a dagger."

But Huang Mao seemed to be crazy, and kept yelling: "Can you reach him with a dagger? Don't make it so bad that you fall to your death first! As long as you grab that gun, it will be used all the time in the rest of the game." Ours! Go get me his gun sash, quick!"

Zhou Pushen had only one hand firmly clutching the fragile branch, with blue veins bulging on that thin arm. He desperately turned sideways to avoid the dagger that Old Zheng was waving indiscriminately. It's nothing, but he didn't want Cen Lu to experience this.

Zhou Pushen's whole body was suspended above the abyss, he could even feel the mist covering him loosely, and the mist wet his winter clothes. He looked down and saw that there were jagged and strange rocks all around him. It is a place of death without a burial.

The branches were almost unable to support his weight, and there were cracks slowly winding around the branches like spider silk.

The captain's other hand touched the m9 on the back, and his slender fingertips moved over the black barrel for a moment, but he didn't pull it out in the end.He quickly scanned the surroundings and found a protruding rock on the cliff not far from him.If he could move there, he could definitely climb up the cliff with his powerful muscles.

Old Zheng saw that he was so helpless, so he simply bent down, his right hand holding the dagger was hanging in the air, and he squinted at Zhou Pushen's hand: "Brother, I'm sorry, I don't really want to kill you either. It's a pity you got in my way."

Since ancient times, people always die for money, and birds die for food.

Zhou Pu looked at Lao Zheng's greedy expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth ironically.He raised his left hand dangling in mid-air and pressed the earphone tightly, and said something softly.

He asked Cen Lu: "Can it be done?"

Cen Lu stared blankly at Dom next to his ears. He glanced at the sharp rock, recovered quickly, and answered him softly but firmly: "I can."

As long as it's for you, I can do anything.

"Okay." Zhou Pu murmured in a low voice, deep vortexes hidden in his dark eyes, and then he took out a military knife from his arms with lightning speed, and cut off the submachine gun belt on his chest.

The murderous weapon fell down like a falling leaf.Old Zheng was shocked, and the yellow hair beside his ear was also screaming: "Don't let the gun go!" outside the cliff.

Taking the opportunity, Zhou Pushen kicked his two thick Martin boots hard on the rock wall. He resolutely let go of the crumbling branch, and moved towards the protruding rock with his slender arms by recoil. .

Cen Lu stared at the person in the picture, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

The captain's callused ten fingers finally firmly grasped the stone. He bent his forearm, and with the power of his whole body, he did a beautiful pull-up and rolled over to the ground.

At this moment, Lao Zheng had already scrambled and stood up grabbing his submachine gun, but Zhou Pushen was still there when he looked down.He was frightened, and hastily opened the safety valve unskillfully. He couldn't figure out where the scope was, and he had to pull the trigger with one hand.

With a bang, the bullet shattered the rock that Zhou Pu had climbed deeply with great force. Old Zheng was numb from the huge recoil, and the submachine gun flew backwards, hitting him just in time. the bridge of his nose.

"Ouch!" Huang Mao and Lao Zheng in the closed room cried out in pain at the same time, covered their noses and fell to the ground, crying out in pain.He no longer had time to take care of his partners outside, and Lao Zheng immediately began to suffer from paralysis of limbs, unable to see.

Zhou Pushen came out from behind Old Zheng, folded his arms and looked coldly at the person rolling on the ground.He squatted down/body, raised the collar of the outlaw with one hand, his eyes were calm.

He leaned closer to the struggling old Zheng's ear: "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't always dream about weapons you can't control, it will only become your burden."

Immediately, Zhou Pushen turned his head and smiled at the camera placed on the rock not far away: "Brothers of the Jiang family, let me relieve you."

"What are you going to do..." An ominous premonition suddenly surged in Huang Mao's heart, and the sharp pain on the bridge of his nose just subsided a little bit, and he immediately felt a hard punch on his left cheek, the man's With great strength and ruthlessness, he aimed at his cheekbones.

Before he could utter a sound, he received a second and a third punch in the face, one in the eye and one in the nose, which made his head dizzy, and he couldn't help but fell to his knees on the ground.

"It's the last shot, bear with it." Zhou Pushen held Lao Zheng, whose face was covered with blood, and mercilessly twisted the opponent's right arm with his slender and powerful wrist.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Huang Mao finally fell unconscious on the ground due to the severe pain.

Zhou Pushen threw the unconscious Old Zheng aside, and clapped his hands as if he felt dirty.A clear mechanical female voice came from both his and Cen Lu's earphones at the same time: "Decision, the black 'beast' loses the ability to fight, and the white wins."

The man stared at the arena that was still silent even though the game was over, and took a sip of his tea playfully.The tea stem stood up tremblingly in the teacup and touched the man's lips.

He smiled, and raised his hand to invite in the long-haired young man who was guarding the door. The young man tied a slightly longer braid with black silk, and his gestures were elegant. He bent slightly towards the man, with his right hand Put it on your chest: "What are your orders, my lord."

"Old Jiu, I think the kid next to 'Adam' is good, let's send Black Hawk to him for the next round." The man rubbed his chin, "Also, call Jingsong back to me."

The young man raised his eyes slightly surprised: "Lu Jingsong...? Sir, don't you always think that he is out of control? Then..."

The man smiled even more happily. Although he was over half a century old, his smile was as innocent as a child's. He pointed at the screen with his pale fingertips, and Zhou Pushen, who had a dirty face, walked out of the arena and threw himself towards him with open arms. Cen Lu: "Look, does he look like Jing Song?"

The author says:

The boss of the third volume appeared ~ and Sergeant Du.