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"I ...... Dizzy, it doesn't feel the same as I imagined?, why is it so formal?" Zero held back for a long time before he choked back the dirty words that had reached his throat: "What is this Dr. Tyrant trying to do? Why do I sound like I cast a wide net and catch more fish?"

Pikachu on the side also nodded thoughtfully, echoing Zero's statement, and at the same time said:

"Bika, Bikachu!"

It doesn't matter what kind of medicine that guy sells, wouldn't it be better if we punched through more than a dozen floors and went directly to the basement at the bottom to catch that guy?

"Indeed, there are some boring activities. Ling Mo frowned, just seeing the long queue in front of the two strength testing machines made him a little impatient. Originally, it should be quite fast for everyone to punch or cast a spell, but many of the contestants obviously took this test very seriously, and when it was their turn, they did all kinds of preparation exercises in front of the testing machine:

Some zombies take off their heads, clean their nostrils carefully, and put their heads back on to breathe better; some borrow organs from their zombie companions on the side, and when they see that the other party does not agree, they have bad intentions, and they want to forcibly bite off the other party's arms and legs and put them on themselves despite the presence of the staff; and some cyborg monsters are trying to adjust their parameters, and before stepping forward to test, they are drinking high-concentration fuel like doping like human athletes, and then hit a blow that breaks through their own limits!

After watching it for a while, Ling Mo basically discovered that this testing machine was still quite wonderful, and it was definitely not a blind test! In his perception, the contestants whose strength was around level five, no matter what method they used to attack, the test value was between 800-1000, and those level 6 contestants, no matter how much they wanted to hide their strength, even if they just punched the test machine, the number of more than 1700 would be displayed on the screen mercilessly!

What Ling Mo cared about the most was that on this test machine, the correspondence between combat power and level was exactly the same as the 'single-lens combat power detector' on his eyes!

What's going on? Coincidence?

Thinking about these questions in his mind, Ling Mo pointed to the unlucky guy who burned himself on the spot because he drank too much fuel, and asked the staff: "Just take medicine and cheat under your noses, don't you all care?"

"Taking medicine and using props is not a violation, and it doesn't need to be stopped. With a professional smile, the reception staff said sweetly: "Medicine, props and even luck can be counted as part of the strength, after all, they are all zombies, and there is no chivalry here, ha." ”

was accidentally injured by the other party's complaint, Zero snorted and wanted to have a seizure, but he felt that it was too unimportant and too childish to deal with a front desk attendant, so he could only endure the unhappiness in his heart, turned to Ling Mo and said: "This kind of boring and meaningless test, let's not participate in it, right?" Let's hurry to the bottom and find Dr. Tyrant!"

Ling Mo thought about it for a moment, and was about to agree, when he suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant gunshot! At first glance, this gunfire sounded no different from an ordinary repeating gun, but it just had an indescribable charm! He suddenly turned his head and saw a petite figure wearing a large trench coat with his entire face hidden under the hood! From the outside, he could only see a half-cut cigarette with a little spark in his mouth, and the silver-gray pistol that was slowly retracted from the cuffs and was smoking with green smoke!

It's you!

My old friend, my old teammate!

I never thought that I would meet you in such a place, and I never thought that you would actually come to participate in this seemingly boring test event!

This doesn't look like you're a person!Since your brain was broken by me and turned into a female devil, you often peel off the skin and cramp the other party without saying a word, and now you can actually take the temperament and go through the most normal procedure to participate in the activities held by Dr. Tyrant, is there anything else I don't know about this activity?

Thinking of this, under Zero's puzzled gaze, Ling Mo arranged in a low voice: "Just line up like this, don't make any trouble! You and Pikachu, as well as the Headless Horseman Kirtel, will all participate! Remember my words, if after the test, you are unfortunate enough to be in a group with the hooded gunner, don't have any hesitation, and choose to surrender the moment the battle starts! Otherwise, I may not be able to save you before you die!"

After being stunned for a moment before reacting, Zero covered his mouth violently and asked in an extremely subtle voice, "Could it be that she is...... That one...... Teammates?"

Seeing Ling Mo nodding slightly, Zero gasped, put away all his playful mentality, and his expression suddenly became solemn!

Every bullet fired by the hooded gunner, after landing on the test machine, showed exactly the same combat value, which was 888 combat value! Obviously, the seemingly advanced machine was still not strong enough to deal with the big guy, and was easily deceived by this gunman. However, seeing this number, Ling Mo also took a step closer to confirming, under the hood, it was definitely his own teammate of the elf clan! Only the guy with obsessive-compulsive disorder would look uncomfortable, and control every bullet at the power of the value of 888!

Ten shots in a row are 888, and in the eyes of those staff, any possibility of hiding strength is immediately ruled out. Their attitude also became bad, from just now Ling Mo noticed that this umbrella company seemed to be very polite and reasonable, but all this was based on the premise of not knowing your details. In the test just now, the sixth-level boss will have a staff member waiting for him at any time, and one or two seventh-level bosses who appear very occasionally will enjoy the general treatment of the stars and the moon.

However, once your value is below 1000 and you are just a level 5 minions, those staff members who were originally polite and kind will immediately become fierce and vicious as if they had changed their faces!

"Trash, bugs, dare to participate in the battle for the Dragon Balls, and don't pee on yourself?!If you understand the lingua franca, follow the chief, he will take you to a place, and the people who survive in the end will be qualified for the next step of selection! What? Do you want to go? This is not the same as saying yes? I'm sorry! Don't be ashamed, go now, you won't necessarily die in the test room, if you don't go now, I'll send you to see Meng Po in the next second, and pour three bowls of Meng Po soup with the smell of brush pot water!"

Naturally, Ling Mo's former teammate also enjoyed the same treatment. With Ling Mo's incomparably sharp eyes, he could naturally see that while being kicked by the tall instructor zombie of that person, the hooded gunman's body obviously paused, and then he took advantage of the situation, pretending that he was being kicked and staggered out of the team.

When the hooded gunner came to the other instructor, she turned her head, her face covered by the hood and couldn't see clearly, but she should have stared deeply at the zombie who kicked her for a moment, and then turned back as if nothing happened, like a nobody.

"Believe it or not, just now, the zombie instructor's whole body has been arranged by my elf teammate. Ling Mo whispered to Zero: "Heart slices are stir-fried, ribs are cut and braised in pieces, brains are freshly squeezed, thighs are charcoal barbecued, etc." Remember, don't provoke her, this person is very vindictive, and he did this before he was beaten stupid by me, and after he was beaten stupid by me, his behavior became more and more serious. ”

"Didn't there be a normal person in your 'Chosen Kids' squad back then?" The muscles in Zero's cheeks twitched, and he also whispered back, "It's almost our turn, how many numbers should I play?"

"Level 5, values below 1000, free to play. After Ling Mo said this, he walked over first, stood in front of the strength testing machine, took a non-chosen, and the momentum on his body exploded, and while letting out a loud shout, he aimed at the test sandbag and punched it hard!

The wind blew, and the eyes of the surrounding creatures were attracted to him, and everyone looked forward to this imposing punch, when it would hit a value of several thousand, on the monitor on the side, after a long time, the three numbers 999 reluctantly jumped out.

Burst!

There was a snickering sound around him, even those staff members were a little crying and laughing, they didn't have any strength at all, why are you yelling so loudly? After coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but be a lot more rude when he faced Ling Mo again, the other fifth-level demonic beasts only took one kick, and Ling Mo was kicked twice and almost kicked to the ground.

After he stood in the fifth-level queue, a seemingly kind-hearted zombie next to him said comfortingly: "You're a newcomer, right? Don't care! Dr. Tyrant often holds this kind of event, although the top prize has nothing to do with us little shrimps, but even in the ring of fifth-level demonic beasts, there are a lot of prizes that are very good for us! Cheer up and take the test well, if you are lucky, you can fight for ten years less!"

Hearing its words, a trace of curiosity passed through Ling Mo's heart, but his face was silent, still putting on a posture that Lao Tzu hung very up, ignoring this kind-hearted zombie. Seeing that his hot face was sticking to his cold buttocks, the kind-hearted zombie naturally wouldn't continue to stick it, and glanced at Ling Mo with a shit look, then turned his head and ignored him anymore.

On the other side, Zero, Pikachu, and Kirtel also quickly completed their respective tests, and Zero controlled his strength, and took a five-level test like Ling Mo, blending into the same team. However, Pikachu and Kirtel failed to deceive the strength testing machine, and were measured out of the details, and were assigned to the team of the sixth-level bosses, and temporarily parted ways with Ling Mo and the others.

When the people in front of the test machine began to sparsely pull, the instructor who led the fifth-level Warcraft team seemed to be a little impatient, it shouted a few words to the staff that no one could understand, the other party's face was full of helplessness, and finally nodded reluctantly, the instructor waved his hand violently, scolding in his mouth, and motioned to Ling Mo These fifth-level waste pigs to follow.

Passing by a lot of hurried umbrella company employees, following behind the instructor, and passing through the wisdom window in the middle, a slight and unique sense of dizziness in space teleportation struck, and people couldn't help but see a flower in front of them, and after the image gradually became clear, and the body also adapted to the surrounding environment, Zero found that at this time, there were about 100 contestants with level 5 strength, all of whom were uniformly teleported to a wasteland!

What do you mean? Is this for everyone to start a brawl until the last few victors are contested? Just as Zero was secretly guessing in his heart, a burst of insolent laughter rang out from the middle of the wasteland, the only hillside!

Everyone's eyes looked at the hillside, a majestic figure, laughing, slowly walking from the bottom of the slope to the top of the slope, condescendingly looking down at the contestants below, with a look of condescension to the world. This two-meter-tall giant man in combat uniforms gives people an extremely strong sense of oppression, especially his big bald head, which reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, which is extremely dazzling, and no one dares to force it.

Seeing that the success had attracted the attention of all the contestants, the bald man who looked like a tyrant sneered and said:

"Every time there is an event, a whole bunch of you garbage, waste, moths, licking dogs come to you, trying to get some scraps to make your sad life a little better. Every time, one or two lucky people succeed, which fuels your luck psychology, so that you garbage look forward to the next person who can pick up the garbage, and go to the peak of life from then on. But I'm telling you, from this one time on, everything will be different!"

"The previous testers were too tolerant of waste! Although I don't discriminate against waste, I hate waste without self-knowledge! Since I dare to come here, if I want to get benefits, I naturally have to take risks! I am not as gentle as the previous testers, you can leave if you fail the test in their place, and in my case, if the test does not pass, then there is only - die!!"

After shouting these words, no matter how much commotion there was among the Level 5 testers below, the bald giant man took out dozens of 'seeds' from his combat suit and threw them down with all his might, and these seeds were like bullets, making a continuous soft pop and burrowing into the dirt of the wasteland!

Everyone didn't understand what medicine was sold in this bald giant gourd, but he didn't care, just looked at the fifth-level contestants below with a cruel look, and shouted arrogantly:

"I'm a No. 035 Tyrant Zombie, Naba! Remember the name of the person who ended your life! The rules of the game are very simple! One-on-one, if you win the vegetable man I cultivated, you can enter the next round! If you can't win, hehe, if you can't win, you'll become fertilizer for my cute, hungry vegetable man, and he won't even have scum left after it!"

Before the tyrant named Naba finished speaking, the ground began to stir, and in a few breaths, dozens of vegetable people covered in green and wearing the same combat uniform as Naba broke through the ground, and the number just corresponded to the contestants! The dripping slime on the bodies of these vegetable men had not yet been cleaned up, and they couldn't wait to pounce on those contestants!