Code of Wasteland Survival

Wasteland World, the former site of Xuzhou, the first main road of Thunder City.

Leng Xue wrapped himself in a brown felt coat, and on his head was wearing a top hat of the same color that European and American gentlemen liked in the old days. That personal intellectual brain is just like a British gentleman living in the era of the first industrial revolution in the 18th century.

The task of contacting Luo Chengfeng has been canceled by the organization, and now Leng Xue is on a rare vacation, but for some reason, he who could have enjoyed beer and canned food in the underground bar of Thunder City, heard 9527, but also It was Qi Lin who was trapped in the wasteland survival grand prix, and after the grand prix will be broadcast live today, his feet involuntarily led him to the largest main road in Thunder City.

Against the scene of a doomsday wasteland city, the huge virtual screen full of futuristic technology floating in the air seems so out of place, but at this moment, basically every player on the main road is focusing on the above this screen.

According to the system announcement not long ago, the First Wasteland Survival Grand Prix will start a live broadcast when there are only the last ten surviving players, for all players to watch, until the final winner is determined.

No matter what the reason is, the attention of this deathmatch among players has risen to an unprecedented height. Among other things, just looking at the crowded scene on the main road, we can see how eagerly the players are waiting Start of broadcast.

The huge virtual screen was still pitch black, with only a string of huge white fonts on it.

12/176.

White characters on a black background, very eye-catching.

This is the number of players remaining in this deathmatch.

Everyone present knew that as long as two more players were eliminated, the current situation in the competition area would start to appear on the screen.

This will be a wonderful game, just like the World Cup and NBA Finals in the old days... But unlike those games in the old days, in this death match, the gap in the strength of the contestants has reached a big... big To what extent, it can be seen by looking at the gambling games opened by various commercial firms on both sides of the main road.

The Red Dragon Six and the Thunder City auction had already spread among the players. Although the betting game has not yet started, the live broadcast has not yet started, and it is not even known which ten players will survive. But a name has already been marked on the handicap by the dealers.

Red Dragon Six, the odds are 135:1.

That is to say, if you bet 135 resource points against Chiryu Type 6, you can win in the end. After winning, you can only get 136 points.

This is an extremely exaggerated odds. I remember that in the old days, the odds of China's national football team directly qualifying for the World Cup that was once regarded as a joke were only 1:81.

Although the Red Dragon Six Incident was a slap in the face of Thunder City, it did not prevent the players from thinking that he would be the final victor.

Killed a second-level evolutionary and a dozen first-level evolutionaries in just one minute, and broke through the siege amidst the rotary cannon, large-caliber anti-material sniper and nearly a hundred guards ,

This is a war weapon that integrates the cutting-edge technology of the old era... If the Maxim heavy machine gun has completely ended the era of cold weapons, then the power armor has raised the killing efficiency of a single soldier to the limit.

...

11/176.

Suddenly, the numbers on the big screen jumped, and there was an immediate commotion among the players—as long as one more player is eliminated, the final ten-player final will begin. At this time, every business firm that opened a gambling game was full of players waiting for the market to open. Everyone's resource point trading panel had already been opened, and they were waiting for the moment when the market opened to place their bets first.

Everyone thinks that the Red Dragon Six will win, and with the injection of a large amount of gambling money, the odds of the Red Dragon Six will become lower. The earlier you place your bet, the more you can earn.

Wasteland World, the former site of Xuzhou, deep in the abandoned city, the competition area of ​​the First Wasteland Survival Grand Prix.

The smart brains on the wrists of Qi Lin and the five members of the Longya Hunting Group suddenly beeped at the same time. The six looked at each other in surprise, then looked down at their smart brains, and saw a system message appearing on the up the screen above:

Remaining number of surviving players: ten. The 'Ten Finals' has officially begun. At the same time, the final finals will be broadcast live across the wasteland world. I wish you a happy game!

Live broadcast? Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief... Fortunately, the live broadcast will only start when the last ten people, otherwise, if all players in the game see what happened that night, no matter whether it is the mysterious man in black , hunters of unknown origin, or that map and gray card, will bring him countless troubles.

Live broadcast? Hey, I bet, there must have been countless bets outside. If I had known, I should have contacted the buddies outside and borrowed some money to help me bet on that Chilong Six, so that I would be resurrected. It's not like going bankrupt. Luo Xiang said with a dry laugh.

Qi Lin shook his head and said, That's not necessarily the case.

Then who will you bet on?

Qi Lin didn't speak, but lit a cigarette for himself, and threw one to Luo Xiang and the old bastard.

He doesn't have the habit of smoking often, but when he passed by a store just now, he accidentally took a pack and put it on his body-nicotine can relax people's nerves and make Qi Lin think more calmly.

Facing the terrifying weapons of war, only treacherous schemes and correct judgments can allow Qi Lin to grasp a slight chance of victory in countless failed outcomes.

Just when Qi Lin and the others were swallowing their clouds and mist, they kept lying on the ground, put their small faces against the chapped asphalt road and climbed up with their hands and feet, pointed to the direction of three o'clock for everyone, and said: Two A kilometer and a half away, there were heavy and fast footsteps, but the heartbeat of the creature could not be sensed, it should be shielded by the thick armor, and it is likely to be that person.

That person refers to Chiryu-6, the fake Klein who drives it.

Let's go. Qi Lin pressed down the remaining half of the cigarette butt on the street lamp on one side, and said firmly.

He will have to face it sooner or later...and he is already prepared.

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thunder city.

When 11/176 jumped to 10/176, there was a silence among the crowd, and then huge cheers erupted immediately, while the businesses on both sides of the main road were completely boiling, accompanied by the flow of countless resource points, red The odds of the Dragon Six type plummeted all the way, while the odds of the other nine IDs refreshed on the handicap rose—however, almost no player put resource points on the remaining nine surviving players.

Only Leng-Blood, after barely squeezing into a small business, said to the NPC guy who was in charge of betting: Press Red Dragon Six, 2000 points... In addition, bet on the player 9527, 500 points.

With the reduction of resource points on the personal account, the NPC clerk quickly wrote a string of words on a ticket, and then stamped the firm's unique anti-counterfeiting seal, and handed it to Leng Xue.

Chilong Six, odds 179:1, 2000 points (you will get 2011 points including the principal if you win the Chilong Six); player 9527, odds 1:49, 500 points (you will get the principal if you win the player 9527 25,000 points including gold).

Glancing at the ticket, Leng Xue put it close to his body and said silently: I hope you can surprise me again this time...

At this time, the big screen was no longer pitch black, but was divided into ten small screens, broadcasting the perspectives of ten surviving players at the same time.

And on the largest split screen in the middle, a ferocious power armor is standing in the middle of the road, holding a dazzling laser war blade in one hand, and a head with a face that cannot be seen clearly in the other. On the side, lay a headless corpse.

No blood flowed from the part where the corpse's head and body were severed, that's because when the laser warblade cut it open, the ultra-high temperature instantly sealed all the fractures.

Obviously, this ended the waiting for many players, and it was also the last kill before the official start of the ten-player final, which was completed by Chiryu-6.