Chapter 58 Sunday
Chapter 58 Sunday
"I fuck your mother's last words"
As soon as Jaredon opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
When the three sentry towers opened fire out of control, he was watching the loser's resurrection match of the new "Happy Shooting" game.
This is a R-rated variety show launched by the giant company [Dust Contract Generation]. Contestants will be dropped into an artificial island with a simulated ecology. Facing threats from fellow contestants, harsh ecological environment, genetic biochemical beasts, etc., they must shoot down various colored "armed drones" in exchange for points, and exchange the points for equipment, assistance, rule support and bonuses.
The "Loser Revival Tournament" is for the losers in past official competitions - most of these people were seriously injured at the time and should have been left to fend for themselves, but the program team provided them with an opportunity to sign a gambling contract in exchange for treatment opportunities and a batch of implants, and then play in a revival tournament where the number of promotion places is only one-third of that in the main competition.
The winners can survive, advance to the main competition again, earn prize money to repay the loan of the gambling contract, and hope that after repaying these loans, they can return with the remaining prize money.
As for the losers of the resurrection match, most of them died directly on the field. A small number of them survived but failed to obtain the promotion quota, and they would enter the "on-site execution" easter egg link - the "execution method" was determined by the barrage and reward voting in the live broadcast room, which was also the content of the signing of the gambling contract, which was reasonable, legal and compliant.
Because of this, the resurrection match of "Happy Shooting" is far more exciting than the main match, with various highlights emerging one after another, and it is one of the current popular programs.
So Jaredon was completely addicted! He was totally unprepared! Half of his thigh was smashed in an instant, and then he encountered a series of grenade explosions and cold guns, and was seriously injured on the spot!
But at the critical moment, the boss found out through the internal communication channel that he was still alive, so while fighting with this guy, he hinted that he should wait for his signal to shoot and attack -
Looking at Song Shi, whose expression remained unchanged and who said nothing, Jaredon's cursing gradually faded away.
"Which family are you from?"
He was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head reluctantly: "Sharp Knife Society? Anker Gang?"
Looking at the mess around him, Jaredon spat out another mouthful of blood, his face pale and unwilling: "Tell me what the reason is? We have already given up part of the ground! Mangxue also recognized our territory! The cold chain transportation was also arranged in the beginning!"
"Last words? Then these are my last words! What went wrong? Tell me! Do we have a conflict of interest? Or did one of our idiots offend you?!"
"There are not so many whys in this world. Not everything has to have a cause and effect."
Song Shi shook his head: "But I can answer your first question."
The young man pinched his throat and paused: "Now, this voice, do you remember anything?"
Jaredon was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but then his pupils shrank suddenly: "You, you are——"
His voice stopped abruptly.
A cold light flashed by, and a round object stumbled and slid down.
The solidified blood plasma on the ground was forming tiny ripples.
At some point, a drizzle began to fall quietly.
pat.
The weather in the Deep Moss Area is always so changeable.
The drizzle not long ago turned into a heavy rain that overturned the sky before people had time to react. Those soft rain lines became continuous in an instant, hitting the earth under the night sky unscrupulously.
The cold rain engulfed the metallic dust in the air, reflecting even more dreamy colors under the illumination of the neon lights.
A tactical boot crushed the murky water.
As the line of sight moves upward from the tactical boots, a human silhouette rises at the end of the street.
A man in a black coat, wearing a mask and holding something in his hands walked into the street at a leisurely pace.
"stop."
The crackling rain hit the streets and alleys. In front of the bar marked "Sunday", two burly men looked at each other as they saw the other person walking towards them, and one of them raised his voice.
But then, seeing that the other party had no intention of stopping, the expressions of the two men suddenly became colder. One of them rushed forward, while the other reached for his waist and grasped the pistol.
The other person stopped and said, "I want to see the Jackal." "You? See the Jackal?"
The sturdy man looked at the other man, dressed quite intimidatingly, and said, "You can't go in."
"Why not?"
"We only accept regular customers. I don't know you."
"Then how can we get in?"
The sturdy man was getting a little impatient. He twisted his knuckles and said, "Didn't I tell you that we only accept regular customers? If you insist on coming in, why don't we get to know each other first?"
As he said this, he sneered and stretched out his right hand, wanting to put his arm around the other person's shoulder, but there was a sudden flash in front of his eyes, and the other person bypassed him directly.
"--you?!"
The sturdy man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously became furious. When he was about to attack again, he suddenly found that his companion's eyes became astonished.
The next moment, his collar was split in two, and his clothes became two spread-out pieces of cloth - just now, before he could react, something cut open his collar.
The sturdy man turned his head suddenly and looked at the other person's back. The latter paused for a moment, and a cold light flashed between the index and middle fingers of his right hand under his coat, and then disappeared in an instant.
Is that a scalpel?
The sturdy man had an ugly expression. Another companion pulled out a pistol, and the holographic projection used to decorate the tavern's doorplate disappeared. With a few obvious mechanical turning sounds, the black muzzle of the autonomous machine gun emerged and pointed at the door of the bar.
Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, a slightly hoarse voice interrupted from the camera in front of the bar.
"Let this friend in."
Hearing this voice, the two people at the door immediately put away their weapons and made way. The autonomous machine gun above was also retracted with a click. The holographic projection rose again, and a dancer in fluorescent clothes smiled and swayed her skirt to the soft tune again.
"——I have heard of the reputation of the Jackal among the middlemen."
The main tone of this bar named "Sunday" is a bit cold. The metal chandeliers on the ceiling cast a mixture of dim yellow and dark gray light, forming prismatic spots of varying light and dark on the faces of people sitting in the booths and on the sofas.
Whether it is the bar counter, the chairs, or even the wall coverings and chandeliers, they all adopt the same decoration style, which is the once popular "Mentafe style" famous for its carved fonts and symmetrical graphics with complex textures - but the former was popular forty years ago - from today's design perspective, these can be summarized as the general term "retro style".
However, judging from the age of these decorations, they have obviously not been used for decades. It is obvious that everything is just the personal preference of the bar owner.
"You can ask the doorman to stop the guests. This behavior is different from the "Jackal" I heard about."
Looking at the guy who was sitting in front of him with dignity, ignoring all the looks around him, the man named "Jackal" slowly raised his glass.
"Of course I welcome guests, but the prerequisite is that they come with good intentions."
The amber liquid swished in the cup. The man drank it all in one gulp and then filled it again, three times in a row.
"For what happened just now, these three cups are my apology."
Jackal gently put down his glass, raised his head and looked directly at the other person: "But he was right about one thing. We only accept regular customers. Now, it's your turn—"
The tabletop suddenly sank.
"There are no natural regular customers in the world. There must be a process."
As the refrigerator was opened, three blood-stained heads lay quietly within the pale rising cold air.
Song Shi knocked on the refrigerator:
"So how about we talk business?"
(End of this chapter)