Chapter 227: Game Terminator...

Shen Ming stood in the abandoned factory, wearing a gray tight-fitting combat suit with a white brand-name nylon cloth with his name on the back. With a small package in his hand, this is the weapon that Gatsby financed to let him have.

The factory is divided into five floors, each of which is the size of three basketball courts, and there is a faint smell of rust in the air, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

K also fought hard for this realistic version of The Hunger Games, installing high-definition cameras in every corner of the entire factory, and nearly 30 workers on each floor. They stood in the corner dressed in black, thinking of themselves as air.

She also hired a professional live broadcast cutting team to broadcast the video of the entire battle game live, ensuring that no one missed a wonderful shot.

The huge screen for the movie was pulled up in the empty square, the DJ suddenly stopped dancing, and everyone quietly began to enjoy this unique "Hunger Games".

"Gatsby, let you taste the bitter fruit of failure today." K hugged the beauty and looked at Gatsby beside him and sneered.

"I've tasted the bitter fruit a long time ago, and I've been eating it since I met you." Gatsby replied with a glass of red wine.

After an air raid siren, the game officially begins. Unlike the games in the movies, everyone here is not born in the same place, and there is no need to tear apart in order to grab weapons.

On the contrary, everyone's spawn point is in all corners of the factory, and the weapons are already in their hands, which are all kinds of packages. When Shen Ming entered the field, he saw someone carrying a large iron box large enough to fit in the anti-tank rocket launcher, and the package in his hand was only a sealed brown paper bag.

Shen Ming tore open the bag without any expectation, and what he took out of it was a stainless steel spoon...... Shen Ming couldn't help laughing, the heavenly Gatsby, when he should be generous, when he should be generous, when he should be generous, he will be generous. The investment of 100 yuan is just a reward for Shen Ming's thing, even if it is a knife or fork... Spoon? There's a bird with...

Seeing this, a burst of laughter broke out outside the court, and K also laughed flamboyantly, "Gatsby, look at your generous contribution, your bodyguard is going to be played to death." ”

"Actually, you're quite generous, but the spoon is still iron, I thought you would only give a toothpick?" Gatsby remained unmoved, looking like he was in control of the whole game.

"Cut, it's still hard-mouthed, and it will make you cry without tears right away." K is unhappy with Gatsby's appearance of "heaven and earth are controlled by me".

Shen Ming carried his spoon and walked along. In fact, there are many weapons that can be used in this factory, such as rusty pipes, discarded wires of copper wires, and even loose bricks on the walls that can be snapped down. However, the rules limit that all contestants can only use their own bodies as weapons at most, except for the use of weapons sponsored by funders, and if they use anything else, they will be considered out.

Shen Ming walked out of only ten meters, and then he heard when... While... While... The sound of footsteps of metal hitting the ground, I saw not far away, from the stairs on the fourth floor, the taekwondo master with squinting eyes walked down.

This long-legged Oba has a height of 180, but his legs are close to 115, which is definitely a real long leg. Taekwondo is an exercise with legs as spears and axes as whips, of course, one inch long and one inch strong, but it is conceivable that this master is not in vain.

His financiers equipped him with an initial equipment of 1 million. It turned out to be a pair of alloy knight combat boots, with a steel toe and iron heels, and with his leg technique, it was not difficult to divide the muscles and bones in every move.

"Boy, show your weapons." The master said coldly and arrogantly.

"Are you talking about that?" Shen Ming raised the spoon in his hand.

"Hey, you're so humorous." The masters all laughed.

"It's not me who is humorous, but you who like to be playthings for those trenches, who have practiced kung fu for decades, and finally become a clown who performs for others, is it interesting?" Shen Ming sighed.

"Knock down one and earn 50,000, it's naturally interesting to be rich... Let's take it... Ha..."The taekwondo master was like teleporting, stepping on the floor and snapping, and rushed to Shen Ming's face, after being blessed by the combat boots, the long legs that were waved were no longer axes, but cannonballs, Shen Ming leaned back to avoid the first move, and the wind pressure that swept his face blew his muscles painfully.

The master's iron boots kicked the square pillar beside him, and the entire foot surface was inserted into the cement pillar, and the strength can be imagined. If he had kicked Shen Ming's head just now, I really suspected that the head would have flown out.

The master didn't stop, and jumped into the air with the foot on the pillar to support his body, and turned his body to kick straight with a straight move, Shen Ming was kicked hard with a spoon and then slipped out of more than 1 meter, raising a lot of dust under his feet, and then seeing that his spoon had been twisted into an L shape.

"Cut, it can't be used." Shen Ming threw away the unbearable spoon, and now all he could rely on was this body.

"The reaction is really sharp enough, are you from a special forces?" The master pulled his feet back to the ground and patted the dust on the iron boots.

"It doesn't matter what your background is, it's ...... How can a man lose to something that is willing to be a dog? Shen Ming stood up straight and beckoned to the master, "Hey, come here." Luckily, the rules of the game don't have to kill you, just tear off the name tag. ”

"Arrogant..."The master was also angry when he was called a dog, and stepped forward again, and the whirlwind of power kicked straight ahead, faster than the world record.

But the terrifying thing is that in front of the camera, Shen Ming seemed to disappear out of thin air, and his hands supported the master's straight feet and jumped into the air.

"How is that possible?" The master was stunned, but Shen Ming jumped over the master's head like a vaulting horse and tore directly at his name tag.

At this moment, a special bell rang, and the staff who were hiding next to it stood out. It turned out that the patron of the taekwondo master launched the skill "teleportation".

Accompanied by the staff, such a master left the 3rd floor safely.

"Boy, I'll definitely come back to you." Before leaving, the master did not forget to turn around and shout.

"What a weird game, it's boring." Shen Ming scratched his head, the unfairness of this game was far beyond imagination, in addition to the initial equipment of those funders who could strengthen the players with millions, they also had a quota of 1 million to use various skill supplies.

Imagining that Gatsby only has 100 pieces of virtue on his body, he must not give Shen Ming a chance to show his skills.

Still in this abandoned building, he only has this life to rely on.

"It doesn't matter, whether you like to use skills or weapons, it's up to you. Bored trenches, do you really think it's fun to fight? Your faction, I'll help you end it......" Sure enough, he still hates this feeling of being treated as a plaything the most, Shen Ming was furious, and rushed forward on the floor, upstairs and downstairs, some enemies and me, regardless of whether he was tearing each other apart or not, all joined the battle strongly.

Whether it's 2 people, 4 people, iron boots, tomahawks, skills, supplies, Shen Ming doesn't care about it. Several funders are constantly throwing money at the table, and they are endowed with the most powerful skills for their players.

After the remaining 7 were all torn off their name tags, K mourned his own player, the special female soldier king from Russia, blessed with the most shameless skills...... Bondage...

Shen Ming's dodge was ineffective, 100% hit, and now he couldn't use his feet and his left hand, he stood in place, couldn't dodge, couldn't move, only his right hand could still be used.

Look at the female soldier king again, not only is she in full condition, but she also holds a Qinglong Yanyue knife used by Guan Gong in her hand, and with the iron armor on her body, she is like a Valkyrie who has traveled to modern times.

Her name tag was also wrapped in iron armor, which was the only reason why she still survived to this day without being torn up.

"Boy, it's been a long time since I've fought such an aggrieved fight, if it's in my country, I must make a promise..."The female soldier king grinned.

"Thank you, for you, I'm just a little toothpick, and I'm not blessed. Lie down obediently, and I won't spank you. "Shen Ming, even if he only has one hand, is infinitely arrogant.

"Go die..."The female soldier king was also depressed, completely forgetting that this was just a game, probably infected by Shen Ming's killing intent, and brandished the war knife and slashed down vertically.

Inhaling and concentrating, Shen Ming raised his hand and grabbed it, and caught the big knife weighing 100 catties. The Zero Body was activated, and all the impact force passed through the body, blasting the ground under his feet to shatter and create a turtle back texture.

All the spectators grew their mouths and even forgot to breathe. Shen Ming pulled it casually, and the female soldier king threw herself into Shen Ming's arms.

Still standing still, Shen Ming tore open the armor with her bare hands with her right arm, as well as the name tag hidden behind her.

At this point, the first and final installment of the Hunger Games Tear Brand-Name Edition ended here, and the whole process took only 20 minutes.

K had planned to play the game for at least one night, but it didn't last as long as a late-night snack.

Shen Ming didn't know how to take care of the funder's mood, and walked out of the abandoned factory, carrying 8 famous brands in his hand, some of which were incomplete, and some of which were stained with blood. Shen Ming was indifferent like a grim reaper, passed through the crowd, came to the tent, and casually threw the bloody name tag on the table, "It's over, your pie duì, it's really meaningless." Although it is great to have money, it is too cheap to take the life of a bodyguard with money.

Whether you understand it or not, the bodyguard is the last armor on your body, and it is also the insurance that the gods give you to live again. Do this as bodyguards, and one day, when danger comes, you will know how naïve you are.

Like now, if I were the killer, I could have hung you all on the walls of that factory and made you convulse and stop breathing.

Maybe I should really try that? ”

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