"What lottery?" Drunken Dream showed a rare blank look on his face.

"The lottery is ...... at the bottom of the mall interface"

But before Duan Mo could finish speaking, a cold female voice sounded.

"The next game will be played in half an hour, mode: team up for four, battle royale."

Duan Mo and Zui Meng glanced at each other, and they both saw puzzlement in each other's eyes.

"Party mode?"

"You've been a veteran of this game before, haven't you?" Duan Mo asked.

"In team mode, four players form a team, and as long as one member of the team can make it to the top ten, the whole team can survive." Drunken Meng naturally knew what Duan Mo wanted to ask, and simply said what Duan Mo was thinking.

"Wouldn't our chances of survival be higher, then? After all, the four of us only need to keep one spark to enter the top ten. ”

"That's true in theory, but the actual team mode isn't as simple as you think. Since everyone acts in a team, once the fire is exchanged, it will immediately become an eight-person melee, and the proportion of the battle will be even greater - once you can destroy the enemy's team, then your own materials and equipment will be greatly enriched, which can greatly increase the chance of victory. ”

"So, marksmanship is more important......" Duan Mo was a little frustrated.

"Yes, just hiding in Tibet can't get your teammates or yourself to make it into the top 10."

"Alas," Duan Mo sighed, "I don't want to die yet." ”

Zuimeng's eyes softened slightly, but he still couldn't say nonsense like "It's okay, I'm with you", so he tried to ask: "I see that you were quite relaxed before, it turns out that you are also afraid of death." ”

"Nonsense," Duan Mo glanced at her, "Who doesn't want to live well, if they die, they can't play games, they can't look at beautiful women, but there's nothing!" ”

Drunken Meng's face, which had just shown signs of melting, immediately turned stiff again, "Are you only alive for this kind of thing?" ”

The corners of Duan Mo's mouth curled and his eyes narrowed, "Then what are you trying to live for?" ”

Drunken Meng immediately became vigilant, and she realized that Duan Mo was tricking her words.

"It's not about you."

The strict defense of the drunken dream made it impossible for the conversation to continue, but neither of them had any intention of closing the conversation.

An hour passed quickly.

Finally, the system's cold notification rang again.

"There is still 1 minute left before the game starts, please organize the team as soon as possible, or wait for the system to randomly assign them."

Will I survive this game of life and death?

Duan Mo smiled bitterly, in the vague depths of his memory, there was always a voice persuading him to live.

"The game starts in 10 seconds, please get ready."

"Alright, let's team up." Duan Mo said a little abruptly.

"Hmm." Drunken Dream replied more abruptly.

Duan Mo smiled and clicked "Invite to form a team" after Zuimeng's ID, and Zuimeng coldly chose "Agree." ”

Almost at the same time, Duan Mo and Drunken Meng's eyes suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Game on."

In the darkness, countless data gradually converged into a cheerful river, which rushed and transformed, until a little light pierced through the layers of black curtains, as if opening the world, and turned into the whole world.

"Group A No. 1 has acquired the skill: King of Trash."

A monotonous mechanical voice is making a report, and the object of the report is a girl in a black silk skirt.

Her face was illuminated by the glimmer of the machine's running, revealing a face full of seduction.

"Give him such a skill book...... Is it really appropriate? What if he dies? The girl asked nonchalantly as she admired her slender white fingers. There was no indication on her face that she was worried about someone's life.

"This is an order issued directly by S-class clearance, and I can't disobey it." The girl's flashing white computer, which seemed to have been produced in the eighties of the last century, replied bluntly.

"S-class clearance? Interesting...... "The girl finally took her attention off her fingertips," and "are there any other test subjects among the players who played with him?" ”

"Yes, No. 3 and No. 1, both in Group A, are in the same game."

"Good. I'd like to see what kind of person is like to make the S-class adults take it so seriously......" She stood up, fiddling with the lace edge of her short black skirt and striding into the darkness.

When Duan Mo's eyes lit up again, he had already come to the well-known quality square at home and abroad.

The "Quality Square" is the starting point for each game, where players take a break and demonstrate their high quality before starting the game.

It's a small island, dotted with abandoned military installations—crashed planes, broken runways, crumbling walls, old houses crawling with weeds and moss......

Everything seems lifeless, everything reveals depression and despair.

However, Duan Mo was here for the third time, and he didn't care too much about the messy environment, he first glanced around, and unlike usual, the island was filled with a moist mist.

The faint mist seriously blocked Duan Mo's vision, and he turned around twice before he found the location of the drunken dream.

Duan Mo glanced at each other across the crowd and Drunken Meng, and the two of them walked to the remote place of Quality Square.

"Foggy days." Duan Mo and Zuimeng avoided the crowd and sat on the bushes and grass. "My marksmanship was good enough, but now it seems that I can't kill people...... This is the sky, I send the express! Duan wailed silently.

Zui Meng didn't feel any discomfort with such weather, and he didn't bother to listen to Duan Mo's complaints, just asked, "What about the other two teammates?" ”

As soon as Drunken Dream's words fell, a soft voice sounded behind her.

"That...... Hello ......."

Zuimeng and Duan Mo were both startled, they originally wanted to avoid the crowd and discuss their plans, but they didn't expect that there would be someone behind them, but when they looked back, they didn't see anyone.

"I'm here ......"

A chubby little hand raised and burrowed into Duan Mo's field of vision.

Duan Mo looked down with his hand, and then saw that a little Lori, who was less than one meter six tall, was standing behind them timidly, and her head was impressively marked by her teammates.

"You're our teammate?" Duan Mo couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Girl, you're from the dwarf clan, right?" ”

Little Lori's face immediately turned red, she lowered her head and pinched the corners of her clothes uneasily, not daring to speak again.

Drunken Meng glared at Duan Mo, and then bent down slightly: "Sister, how many times have you participated in the game?" ”

Lori glanced up at Drunken Dream, and quickly lowered her head, "Second ......"

Drunken Dream sighed, "This is obviously still a child, how can you let her enter this kind of game...... Don't worry, sister, we'll protect you in a moment. ”

Little Lori blushed as if to justify, "I'm sixteen years old......"

"But you look like you're six years old." Duan Mo smirked.

"Shut up for me," Drunken Dream choked, "that's better than someone like you who is nineteen years old but looks like ninety." ”

"Okay, good, anyway, I won't care about her for a while, I'm only interested in sexy mature women, like this flat-chested Lori...... Then I'm sorry. Duan Mo said, and simply lay on his back on the grass.

"That's not a gentleman's errand. Don't worry, beautiful young lady, I'll keep you safe. ”

A man came over at some point, looking at the drunken dream with a lewd smile on his face.

Duan Mo glanced at the icon on his head, knowing that he was the last teammate of his team.

"My name is Churros." He was the first to extend his hand to Drunken Dreams.

"My name is Duan Mo." Duan Mo flashed in front of Zuimeng and held the fritter hand for Zuimeng. "Her name is Drunken Dreams."

"My name is Doudou......" The little Lori also introduced herself by the way.

"Well, hopefully we can all live." Seeing Duan Mo stretching out his hand, the fritters frowned and retracted their hands.

"That's for sure, but - if we team up, will the top 10 still survive?" Duan Mo smiled at the fritters.

"Of course not." The fritters didn't look at Duan Mo, their eyes were still locked on Zui Meng, "In the four-person team mode, only the first three teams can survive, and the others will be eliminated from the game - that is, they will die forever." After speaking, the fritters squeezed their eyes meaningfully towards the drunken dream.

Duan Mo sighed and turned his head away not wanting to say anything more to this teammate.

In the distance, the dilapidated airstrip was crowded with people and noisy.

More than 100 people were crowded on the island, and before the game officially began, each other's sights were already full of suspicion and hatred.

"Look at that man!" The little Lori named Doudou also seemed to notice the eyes of the fritters, and she had already hid behind Duan Mo, she suddenly pulled the corner of Duan Mo's clothes, and pointed with her hand, at the end of the runway, a little boy was crying.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, sitting alone on the ground, several of his teammates holding arms not far away, and others looking at him with some schadenfreude.

"Tsk...... Obviously it's still a child......" Duan Mo pursed his lips.

"You can't say that," the fritters glanced at Duan Mo with some contempt, as if laughing at his childishness. "This is a game of life and death, so that there will be no priority for the elderly, the young, the sick, the disabled, and the pregnant."

Drunken Dream narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery, "Hehe." ”

"Okay," Duan Mo saw that his team was about to fight before the game started, and hurriedly became a peacemaker, "If you want to blame, you can only blame this ghost game, and you have to pull us in to fight...... This boy, if we meet in a moment, just let him go. ”

Drunken Meng snorted coldly, turned his head away and stopped talking, and the fritters also closed their mouths in a familiar manner.

Duan Mo breathed a sigh of relief and called up his status bar, which prominently displayed the countdown of the game.

"There's still a minute left until the game starts."