Night.

Regios.

Cell.

A VIP room.

“Bingbong！ Congratulations on winning the Salted Fish Love Turnaround Opportunity Award! ”

“Bingbong！ Congratulations on winning the Salted Fish Love Turnaround Opportunity Award! ”

The noisy prompts, accompanied by words of unknown meaning, kept ringing in the ears.

It's like a small workshop producing low-quality fraudulent winning information.

Kazama raised his feathers and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Huo Ranyu jumped up.

"Bump!"

Then, bumped into.

With a sudden light on.

The pain is so intense that the brain wakes up instantly.

I remembered the fact that I was still in the cell, and the tragic fact that although it claimed to have a one-bedroom apartment, its floor height was less than one meter five.

"Who designed this cell!! Really! ”

Subconsciously whining, Kazama swept around with an angry face.

Try to find the guy who woke himself up from his sweet sleep in the shortest possible time.

Then, I found the little handcuffs that fluttered in front of me like a butterfly.

Drag and drop unreal particle effects.

And, that fiery inferior sound.

“Bingbong！ Congratulations on winning the Salted Fish Love Turnaround Opportunity Award! ”

“Bingbong！ Congratulations on winning the Salted Fish Love Turnaround Opportunity Award! ”

“……”

Staring at the noisy and annoying little thing in front of him, the resentment on Kazama's face grew deeper and deeper.

After all,I was woken up by a Lori bite as soon as I fell asleep last night.,Chatting and chatting until I just fell asleep in the morning and was woken up by a small fist.,In the end, I was finally locked up in a quiet place.,I thought I could sleep peacefully.,But I was woken up again?!

After all, there is a limit to patience, and the consequence of reaching the limit is to explode.

hand, poking out in an instant.

Just like the legendary "Yan Hui", fast and sharp.

“Bingbong！ Congratulations ......"

"Smack!"

Finally, the silence came down.

With a hateful expression on his face, Kazama Yang Yu spread his palms slightly, revealing the small handcuffs that he held in the palm of his hand.

"So, what the hell do you want to ......?"

"Confirm that the subject accepts the opportunity to turn over the salted fish love, and teleport in three seconds!"

"Huh?"

Kazama Yangyu was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted.

A sense of déjà vu quickly came over me.

"Hey, hey! I didn't say anything! No, I didn't agree to anything! ”

However, it was already too late.

A large number of light particles poured out of the palm of the palm at a rapid pace.

The handcuffs, which already looked strange, suddenly broke down even more strangely.

In an instant, it turned into a brilliant band of light, winding towards Kazama Yangyu's body.

The dense complex formulas and a large number of completely incomprehensible runes seemed to be engraved with countless miniature magic circles.

What's even worse is that these miniature magic circles are obviously running at an impatient speed at this moment.

Huge light, spreading quickly, accompanied by a time-like sound.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

Kazama stumbled as hard as he could, trying to get out of the way.

However, it was only then that he discovered the effect of this damn height of one meter and five stories......

"Tick!"

When the final clock sounded, the light reached its peak in an instant.

"Bang" and bloomed.

It's like a firework.

Immediately annihilated.

Together, the lights in the cell.

Only the automatic cleaning system remains, and it is up and running quickly.

Because it knows that the owner of this room has not returned.

——————

Moonlight.

The lights are on.

The palatial mansion seems to be made of a single piece of white jade, and in the moonlight, it exudes a soft and warm light.

The magnificent courtyard, spacious swimming pool, unique sculptures, and various exquisite decorations add a lot of luxury to it.

It's just that this luxury, now, is covered up by bursts of gunsmoke.

The whistling of bullets shattered the sheng song of the night.

Blazing fires rise into the sky from time to time.

The explosion, accompanied by the roar of machinery, "rumbled".

One after another, Yuyu Qiong Towers were turned into ruins in an instant.

In the ruins, a black dot quietly flashed, and in an instant, it turned into a figure and quickly fell.

There was a "bump" on the ground, and there was a close contact with the marble floor.

"Pain, pain, pain!"

Rubbing his arm that had landed first, Kazama quickly got up from the ground.

Looking around, it was a scene, like a battlefield.

"Welcome No.250 to participate in this game of kings, this game is under the unified command of the code name 'Salted Fish Love Turnover' plan team, please conscientiously complete the instructions given by the king, and the winner who persists until the end will be immediately pardoned and released, and at the same time be released as a slave ......"

The sudden sound of machinery spilled from his neck, causing Kazama, who was still immersed in the chaotic scene in front of him, to quickly come back to his senses.

"King" or something, "order" or something, and what "pardon release", "free slaves"...... Strange words quickly swirled in Kazama's mind, and finally he defined this "salted fish love turnover plan" that began inexplicably as a game of entertainment with criminals that a certain aristocratic lord with a bad personality came up with.

But shouldn't this kind of game be held secretly in a barren mountain or in a gladiatorial arena? Why does it now seem to be carried out openly in a real mansion? Although it can't be called a blue sky and a white day, but sure enough, it's still a little too arrogant, right?

Thinking like this, Kazama frowned in confusion.

Just as he was about to ask a question, his head jerked away.

A whistling whistle passed through his ears without warning.

Accompanied, scorching air currents.

"Over here! There's one over here, too! ”

With a greeting, a large number of figures quickly rushed towards Kazama.

Although he still didn't understand what was going on, his intuition told Kazama that he probably wouldn't have a chance to sit down and talk to the other party calmly.

The figure flashed, and quickly swept out, towards that, the shadows in the vast courtyard.

However, this speed ......

When he lowered his head, Kazama Yangyu was slightly stunned.

In the silver eyes, what was reflected was a set of armed mecha that he wore on his body at some point.

The smooth lines, the silver-white bracket, and the strange mechanical arm, are roughly similar to those seen during the day; The only difference may be that there are many more types of equipment. In addition to the shiny bayonets and powerful laser guns, scopes, time bombs, miniature mines, flamethrowers, wall-climbing suckers were added...... Even folding bazookas, blah blah blah, blah blah blah, and so on.

Let Kazama Yangyu have an illusion, and now he is like a humanoid self-propelled cannon, he can bombard wherever he goes, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, do whatever he wants.

However, ideas are always plump and reality is always skinny.

When a large number of guards, wearing similar armor, hurriedly ran past the place where they were hiding, Kazama realized that this game did not seem to be as simple as imagined.

Especially, when there is a "king" who doesn't know where to hide, and he gives himself difficult instructions like twelve trials all day long.

“Bingbong！ Congratulations on getting your first quest from the King! Please complete 30 laps along the designated route in 10 minutes! ”

The three-dimensional illusory screen quickly unfolds in front of Kazama, accompanied by a huge, golf course-like map of the villa.

Then, in this way, the so-called route was slowly outlined, vividly, crimsonically, along the periphery of the map......

What kind of instruction is this?! Even if Hercules is pulled back to the world from the throne of Olympus, I am afraid that this mission beyond the limits of humanity will not be completed!

With a slight bitter smile, Kazama shook his head violently, instantly turned into a gust of wind and swept out.

Complaining is complaining, but the order must still be carried out, not in order to obtain the so-called pardon, but in order to get to the end of the game and see the true face of the so-called "king".

However, he didn't know that at this moment, the "king" was looking at the virtual image in the middle of the hall with a surprised expression, watching Kazama raise his feathers, turning into a gust of silvery white wind, quickly sweeping across the entire map.

Along with it, followed by a large number of figures.

And, densely, like locusts, streamers.

Bullet.

Laser.

Flame.

Even missiles.

Wave after wave, like a group of African refugees chasing seals, when the joy of seals is soaked in the Atlantic reefs, the grief and anger of Africans are also accompanied by quenched spears.

The air, beginning to boil, sound waves, began to roar.

The earth, trembling in the violent explosion, the light of the fire, vaguely lingered in every perspective.

One, two, three, four......

When Kazama Yangyu couldn't remember the number of laps he had, a voice like heaven finally sounded in his ears.

“Bingbong！ Congratulations on completing your first mission! Next mission, plant a miniature mine in the designated location in less than three minutes! ”

……

Although, there are countless small animals named alpacas galloping in his heart, Kazama still gritted his teeth fiercely.

From planting mines under the sofa in the living room, to activating the fire alarm with a flamethrower, to climbing up to the top floor from the exterior wall and separating the cistern with bayonets...... Every action seems to be a prank, but faintly, it plays a decisive role.

It's like a chess piece, which seems to be weak, but when such a weak chess piece is finally connected, a huge game is slowly presented.

The "king" just hid in a place that people couldn't see, holding everything on the chessboard from afar, and then making full use of each of his chess pieces.

Everyone, whether it was the guards, or criminals like themselves, whether active or passive, all moved.

A little, a little, pressed in a certain direction, towards a certain, set goal.

But what exactly is this goal?

Wasn't all this a bad game for the aristocracy to display their sense of superiority from the beginning? But......

"Bump!"

One stumbled, and Kazama quickly stabilized his figure.

When I looked up, I saw a figure that fell straight backwards.

"Yikes!"

A scream, but it is still like a yellow warbler out of the valley, full of joy.

Kazama, who had a vigilant face, looked at it carefully in surprise.

Immediately, he was stunned.

"It's you?!"