At the moment when the gun-wielding bodyguard rushed into the ward, Beard, who was lying on the hospital bed, broke free.

Bang, bang!

The special 'restraint belt' was broken one by one.

Beard rolled out of bed, raised his hand to grab the head of the bed, and jerked it off.

Kala!

The steel frame bed, which was originally driven into the floor with rivets and completely connected to the floor, directly pulled up a large piece of ground and tumbled on the bodyguard.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, mixed with the sound of broken bones and tendons.

The bodyguard, who was sunken in his chest by the steel frame bed, spat blood foaming in his mouth, his eyes were gloomy, and he obviously couldn't live.

Beard raised his hand to pick up the gun that had fallen to the ground and rushed straight out.

The stunned assistant, before he could react, pointed the gun at his eyebrows.

"Calm down, Beard."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Put the gun away."

After the assistant who was pointed at the gun came back to his senses, he reprimanded Beard, as if the person being pointed at the gun at this time was not him, but Beard.

The assistant looked calm and proud.

It's not pretentious.

He has confidence.

Confidence from the 'Sender family'.

He is confident that Beard will make the right choice.

Even if he just wanted someone to 'kill the other person'.

In fact, it is also true.

As soon as the assistant's voice fell, he saw the hesitation in Beard's eyes.

The assistant smiled.

"That's the way the world is."

"Kneel to live."

"And being alive is the most important thing."

"Beard you should put your naivety aside and learn to compromise with the world."

As he spoke, the assistant raised his hand, ready to take Beard's gun.

But at this time-

Bang!

The gun went off.

The muzzle of the gun flares out.

A bloody hole appeared in the center of the assistant's eyebrows, and the pride on his face began to solidify.

Thump.

The body fell to the ground.

Beard looked at the corpse with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Chagrin?

A little.

The former security consultant regretted his impulsiveness.

But I don't know why, but he is now feeling relaxed and happy in his heart.

This is a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

On weekdays, he always felt like he couldn't breathe.

And now?

He felt his breathing.

Subconsciously, Beard looked down at the gun in his hand.

The handle of the gun is strong and cold to the touch.

"Free?"

Beard muttered to himself, turning his head to look at the doctor, who was still in shock and had not recovered at all.

"Don't kill me!"

"I ......"

"Thank you for saving me."

Beard interrupted the doctor's panicked remarks and spoke very sincerely.

Although he was in a coma, Beard knew the outside world very well.

It's not something like an awakening ability, it's that someone injected him with a drug after a car accident.

What elixir, Beard doesn't know.

All he remembered was that after he was hit, someone appeared in front of him and injected him with a dose of medicine.

The figure was blurry.

He couldn't remember the other man's face very well.

However, he remembered the other party's voice.

'What God has given you has already marked the price. ’

The sound is a bit muffled, but magnetic.

Beard can guarantee that he will be able to remember it when he hears it again.

As for the old butler's inquiry, why did he lie?

Isn't everything obvious?

When he was unconscious, he was able to perceive everything in the outside world.

The old butler ignored him.

The attending doctor fought for him to have his last chance of life.

He knows everything.

"That's what that guy wants?"

Beard couldn't help but think about the blurry figure.

What the other party wanted to do, Beard didn't know, but he knew that the other party had a considerable purpose, so he would do it.

Since the death of Master Sende 9, it all seems to be moving in an unknown direction.

An invisible net seemed to bind him in it.

The planners who hide in the shadows control this big net and the people on it.

Including him, Sende9, the old butler, the doctor next to him, and ...... Jason.

Thinking of Jason, Beard's face changed slightly.

He knew exactly what the old butler would do, but he couldn't change it.

Now he ......

"Rosrow?"

Beard read the nameplate on the doctor's chest clearly, and after calling out the name, Beard immediately continued: "Now inform your family immediately, hurry up and leave Area F, go to Area D, District E, in short, don't stay in Area F, remember not to go to any public facilities, and leave the country road by car with enough food and water." ”

"Oh, oh, I'll call right away."

The attending doctor was stunned, then finally came to his senses and immediately took out his phone.

Looking at Rosrow, who was on the phone, Beard looked out the hallway.

He heard footsteps.

The kind that is well trained.

It was clear that the old butler had noticed that something was wrong.

"Although I can't change more people, but I must save Roslo in front of me!"

Beard's heart rose with such a belief.

He took a deep breath, feeling the power in his body that he had never felt before, and felt the power in it, and rushed straight to the door at the end of the hallway.

……

"What?"

"The bodyguard in charge of the finishing touches was killed by Beard?"

"All?"

"The rest of the work has also been killed?"

The old butler sat in the car, and after another assistant picked up the phone, he continued to exclaim.

There was a little more surprise on the old butler's cold countenance.

Then, there is anger!

An anger that is out of control.

An offended rage.

After adding the two, the old butler spoke directly.

"Let the family guards clean him out."

The old butler said coldly.

"Yes."

The assistant immediately dialed another number.

Listening to the communication between the assistant and the family guard, the old butler adjusted his sitting position, and instead of leaning back in the soft sofa chair, he sat up straight.

Some habits have long been imprinted in the soul of the old butler.

It doesn't change because of the environment.

including daily habits, as well as ......

The habit of dealing with affairs.

"Does anyone want to reach out to the 'Sender family' again?"

"Is it the 'Delong family'? Or the 'Cisse' family? ”

"Or the rats in the gutter?"

"Whichever one it is, though!"

"Your outstretched hand will be cut off, and then you will pay the price!"

"A terrible price!"

A sneer appeared on the old butler's face after going through the family's enemies and possible enemies in Area F.

He was ridiculing these people for their incompetence.

The power of the 'Sender family' in Area F is not as simple as it seems.

Even in the 'game', there is absolute control.

"Let's start this with Jason's death."

The old butler whispered.

……

Click.

The doors of the chains and cages were opened almost in no particular order.

Jason rubbed his wrist and took the short-handled broad-bladed machete in his hand, and then stood up.

He was the last to 'go out'.

The 'Survivors' had been gone for 3 hours.

The last of the 'Abusives' to leave, also 5 minutes ago, and the oldest one has been more than 20 minutes.

Obviously, in the preliminary round, he was too impressed with the 'game organizers'.

The other side does not want to have a 'one-wear-three' situation again.

Of course, the efforts of the 'audience' are also one thing.

However, Jason believes more than the former that the latter is 'engaged'.

Lowdown?

Unspoken rules?

It's not fair?

Those who care about these will only become more and more difficult to survive.

When you are powerless to resist, you need to hibernate.

If you have the ability to resist, you can become a 'chess player'.

If you are not given the opportunity to become a 'chess player'?

Then flip his chessboard and smash their dogs' heads!

This is one of the rules of life that Jason learned in the 'City That Never Sleeps'.

Closely followed by the 'survive by any means'.

When the two are combined, the resulting sense of wonder makes Jason hate the 'City That Never Sleeps' even more.

It also made him feel that wherever he went, it would be heaven.

The people are kind, the food is delicious, the beds are comfortable, and there are hot showers.

The dungeon world in front of you?

It's no exception.

Even, to be a little better,

Because, the food is free!

The three days of free nutritious meals, although they didn't taste good, made Jason, who had been eating, feel comfortable, especially after increasing his satiety by 3 points in a row.

3 points of satiety is nothing for Jason now.

But if you dig deeper, it's also a life.

The most important point: it's free!

Nothing makes Jason happier than free food.

If there is, it must be the food that brings satiety.

Therefore, Jason at this time is in a pretty good mood.

Even if it takes a little time to hunt the 'Abusive'.

That's right!

Hunt the 'Rags'!

The sissy 'Ragter' will hunt the 'Survivors'.

The real 'abuser' is to hunt the 'madman'!

So, from beginning to end, Jason didn't set his sights on those 'survivors'.

Regardless of why these 'survivors' are involved in this 'game', they are all weak in a sense, and Jason is not in the habit of swinging a knife at the weak.

Provided, of course, not to mess with him.

Messed with him?

God, I will eat it for you.

Tread, stomp.

Jason stepped forward.

The design of this cell is not unlike that of the preliminary round, with a cell on one side and a solid wall on the other, with an exit at the end.

At this moment, the two metal doors at the end have long been opened.

Unlike the daytime during the preliminary round, this time is night.

Through the door, you can see the night sky, the stars, and the moon clearly.

And as we get closer to the gate, the beautiful night sky becomes clearer and clearer.

Jason looked at the starry sky and continued to stride forward.

The 'audience' in Jason's live broadcast room was anxiously playing a barrage.

"Feet! Feet! ”

"Jason! Look at the step! ”

"Trap! Pitfall! ”

……

Balls of bullets floated across the screen, but Jason couldn't see it at all, and he continued on his way.

Click!

Suddenly, Jason seemed to guess something at his feet.

The metal piece sounded.

Two curved steel rings with sharp teeth hit Jason's right leg directly.

Bang!

Jason didn't seem to have time to dodge at all, and his right leg was locked in by the 'trap'.

And that's not the end.

Sou!

With a burst of breaking sound, a rope flew from the darkness, and after touching Jason, the two-meter-long rope automatically swirled, winding Jason into a solid knot.

"Quack, Jason who is 'favored'?"

"That's it?"

In the midst of the sneering, a slightly emaciated man with a piercing cockscomb head walked out.

Tactical boots, camouflage pants and tank tops, tactical gloves on both hands, and a 'crossbow' in the right hand, two bags of crossbow arrows hanging from the side of the tactical belt.

The other party was dressed like a soldier.

But the other party does not have the unique temperament of a soldier at all.

There is just a kind of slippery anger, especially when the other party walks, he doesn't say anything, and he chews gum in his mouth.

The other party swaggered up to Jason, who was bound.

The right leg was caught in the 'trap', and even if the leg was not broken, it was also lost in mobility, not to mention the 'rope' restraint brought by the 'automatic throwing'.

Once trapped, even some self-proclaimed Hercules guys can't break free.

So, this 'madman' is very relieved.

"I'll take your head."

The 'Berserker' stood in front of Jason and raised his crossbow in his hand.

The front end of the crossbow arrow was cold, and the moonlight shining on it at night made it even more chilly.

The excitement on the face of the gum-chewing 'abuser' reached an extreme.

In the excitement, the other party's saliva began to flow involuntarily, and even chewing gum could not prevent the saliva from flowing out of the corners of his mouth and dripping to the ground along his chin.

The other party didn't notice it, and he smiled 'ho-ho' in his mouth.

Fingers are about to pull the trigger.

"It's over! Finished! ”

"Jason is finished!"

"The legs are caught in the 'trap', and the body is bound by the 'throwing rope', and now it is doomed."

"I've always been very bullish on Jason, how can this be?"

"That's the beauty of the game!"

"The 'abuser' who seemed powerful at the last moment is likely to be killed by a small accident, isn't it the same with Jason in the preliminary round? The rematch is just a turnaround. ”

"What I said upstairs makes sense, but I'm studding! What am I going to do? ”

"I'm also studing, what should I do?"

"Two upstairs, let's go to the rooftop together!"

"At least, not lonely!"

"Upstairs is cruel, at this time, shouldn't you pray for a miracle?"

"Just pray!"

"A miracle will happen!"

"Miracle?"

"Whoever believes is a fool!"

……

At this time, the barrage in Jason's live broadcast room reached a peak.

The dense barrage almost obscured Jason in the video.

And the rhetoric is even more varied.

There is an objective analysis.

There is no convincing.

There are also troublemakers.

Naturally, there are prayers.

It's just that the prayer people themselves don't believe in miracles.

Their mentality is roughly, what if it happens?

And then—

The 'miracle' really happened.