A day later, Zhao Guoqing and his party of ten people landed on the desert as far as the eye can see, and they only got one coordinate, and they had to rush to the location of the coordinates to know what the task of the finals was.

Because the game hadn't started yet, the ten people were at peace with each other, and there was no fighting, just being wary of each other.

After running for four hours in the scorching desert, Zhao Guoqing and the others were already dry and exhausted.

It was then that they saw their destination, a desert continent.

With the shade of the trees, the water and the grass are green, and it is a paradise on earth for ten people walking on a trekking in the desert.

"Look, it's the Secretary-General," someone shouted.

Next to the water source was a helicopter gunship, where a platoon of soldiers with guns was waiting and next to it was a parasol.

Deck chairs, sunglasses, beach shoes, water juice, such a complete set of equipment appeared on the General Secretary, which made people mistakenly think that this is not a desert at all, but a beach that makes people feel excited.

This guy is really going to enjoy it, so he almost got two more beauties to massage them.

After running for more than four hours in a row, Zhao Guoqing and the others were really thirsty, and they didn't have time to greet the general secretary-general, so they rushed straight to the water source.

"Click." The sound of the bolt pulling sounded, and the muzzles of the soldiers in that row were pointed at Zhao Guoqing and the others.

No one spoke, but the purpose was obvious, if anyone came any closer to the water source, the soldiers would not hesitate to pull the trigger and beat the guy into a sieve.

"What does that mean?" Shange exclaimed dissatisfied.

The general secretary general took a sip of juice, pushed his sunglasses up, squinted at Zhao Guoqing and the others, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to know what the content of the finals is first?" ”

Although everyone was very thirsty, they could still endure it, and everyone paused the dissatisfaction in their hearts and waited intently for the Secretary-General to continue.

"Whew." The general secretary took a sip of water juice, then got up to face Zhao Guoqing and the others, and said with a serious face: "The theme of the finals is the great challenge of survival"

Survival Challenge

The faces of the ten mercenaries who entered the finals were different, and each of them made terrifying associations based on this sentence, and various terrifying scenes came to mind.

The general secretary general was not in a hurry to explain, but stretched out his hand and pointed to a neatly stacked package not far away and said: "These are the equipment prepared for you by the organizing committee, now take one for each person." ”

Since it was prepared by the organizing committee, the contents of the package are naturally related to survival.

Zhao Guoqing and the others did not hesitate, they each stepped forward to receive a package, and some people even couldn't wait to open the package.

A bottle of 500 milliliters of mineral water, a sealed compressed biscuit, a blanket, and a distress signal, this is all the contents of the package, but what kind of equipment is this?

Everyone couldn't help but wonder if they had been tricked, or that the organizing committee had made a mistake with the package.

The general secretary did not explain, and continued: "There is no hard time rule for the finals, theoretically you can stay in this desert for a day, a week, a month, even a year, but there is only one core rule of the competition, and the rest is king."

The remnant is king.

The implication is clear, the last person standing here alive will be the winner of the Grand Finals, the champion of this year's World Mercenary Classic.

Another implication is also very clear, Zhao Guoqing will have a brutal battle between the ten participating mercenaries until everyone else is eliminated.

"Did you notice the distress device in your hand? If someone thinks they can't hold on, they can press him, and then he will be disqualified from the competition. The general secretary general continued, his voice paused slightly, and he spoke in a stern voice, "No matter at any time, as long as someone presses the distress device, no one is allowed to attack him again, otherwise the person who attacks will also be disqualified from the competition and will be punished by the organizing committee with the most severe punishment." ”

The last rule is obviously the protection of talents, anyone who appears here is a genius among the geniuses of the mercenary world, and the death or injury of any person is a huge loss for the mercenary world, so the organizing committee will make a hard rule to protect these people at this time.

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask." The Secretary-General preached.

Sakura Kimura immediately asked, "If the other party didn't press the SOS, does that mean that you can directly end the other party's life?" As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Zhao Guoqing.

This is already the last match in this World Mercenary Classic, and he must kill Zhao Guoqing in this game, otherwise he will only have a dead end when the game is over.

The General Secretary General nodded, which made Sakura Kimura very excited.

The others didn't have any questions, except for Phil who continued to ask. "I don't understand, why didn't we just get here by plane, but let us run for four or five hours?"

The general secretary smiled: "Isn't it good to move your muscles and bones before the start of the game?" ”

I'll go

Hearing this, many people wanted to scold their mother angrily, it turned out that the previous four hours were just to simply consume everyone's physical strength.

The general secretary only smiled slightly in the face of everyone's grievances, and said: "The game has begun, how long will you stay here?" ”

The race is on

"Wow." Almost in unison, the ten men raised their guns and pointed them at those nearby.

Since the center of this game is to eliminate your opponent as much as possible, you must prevent the people around you from sneaking up on you.

"I'm sorry, I want to go it alone in this game." The Jungle Wolf suddenly preached to Zhao Guoqing.

Zhao Guoqing understood what the jungle wolf meant, everyone is the same maid

Corps, but here it has also become an enemy.

In other words, if Zhao Guoqing wants to win the World Mercenary Classic, he must defeat the Timberwolves.

Fighting with Zhao Guoqing is something that the Timberwolves have been looking forward to for a long time, and they can just use this game to fulfill their wishes.

Even Zhao Guoqing and the Timberwolves became enemies, and the weak alliances of the others were immediately shattered, and each other became enemies that could be killed by others at any time.

Ten people pointed their guns at each other, and at this time they no longer bothered to go to the water source to drink, anyway, everyone still had a bottle of water in their hands, and they each stepped back.

First of all, everyone chooses to let themselves disappear under the sight of others first, and only by protecting themselves from being attacked can they find a way to eliminate their opponents.

The General Secretary turned a blind eye to what was in front of him, and once again lay on the beach chair and leisurely drank the juice in his hand, looking very enjoyed.

The surroundings gradually fell silent, and after a glass of juice was drunk, the general secretary let out a soft sigh and asked curiously: "Everyone else is gone, why are you still here?" ”

There was only one of the ten participating mercenaries left, and that was the head of the Hunter Mercenary Group, Zhao Guoqing.

Zhao Guoqing said calmly: "There should be no other water source within a hundred miles, and a bottle of mineral water can't last long in this desert, if you want to survive, others will definitely come back here again." ”

The General Secretary-General turned his head and looked at Zhao Guoqing with a surprised expression, and then said with a smile: "You are right, if you want to survive here, water competition is indispensable, this is the eternal law of nature. Then he got up and ordered the platoon of soldiers, "Let's go somewhere else, we can't disturb people hunting here." ”

The soldiers moved quickly, and the parasol beach chairs were loaded onto the helicopter and left under the gaze of Zhao Guoqing.

After waiting for people to walk over, Zhao Guoqing first drank a full drink from the water source in a hurry, and then put the water on the spot, and then turned his head to observe the surrounding land.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large, and the blanket may be used to keep the participants warm, but Zhao Guoqing uses other uses.

Soon Zhao Guoqing found a place where he could overlook the entire oasis and started digging, and soon a hole was formed.

After building a simple roof using tree branches, Zhao Guoqing put a blanket on top of it and buried it with dug sand.

A bunker that could not be seen from the outside was formed.

Zhao Guoqing hid in the bunker, observing the outside world only through a fist-sized hole.

The caracal hunt began.

The first day was very peaceful, and no one showed up except for a few birds and wild camels that appeared at the oasis to drink.

The next day was equally quiet and no one came here.

Zhao Guoqing was very patient, hiding in the bunker and not even moving, he firmly believed that the others would eventually appear here, and that bottle of mineral water really couldn't last long in this hot desert.

On the third day, there was still no movement during the day, and when the sky darkened, Zhao Guoqing cheered up, and he had a premonition that someone would definitely appear tonight.

As the night fell, the temperature began to drop slowly, and Zhao Guoqing felt a chill hiding in the bunker, and he had already been used to this chill in the past few days.

In the middle of the night, there was finally movement under the moonlight, and a figure was rushing towards the water source at a rapid speed, and it seemed that he was very thirsty.

Sakura Kimura.

Zhao Guoqing saw the person clearly through the night vision scope of the sniper rifle, but he did not immediately shoot the island pig who had been wanting his life.

For Zhao Guoqing, Sakura Kimura is just a little minion that is not worth wasting energy, and after following Sakura Kimura, someone appeared, and if he shot Sakura Kimura, it would only startle the snake.

Cyrus

Zhao Guoqing recognized the second person to appear as Sakura Kimura's former ally, the deputy head of the Bat Mercenary Regiment.

Although Sakura Kimura was drinking water, his vigilance was not lost, and when Cyrus got close to a certain distance, he immediately noticed it, and turned sharply and drew his gun.

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