According to previous information, No. 93 is the tallest of all the semi-finalists, and he is also a lone ranger without teammates, and this is also a programmed ape.

Zi Shumo hesitated for a moment, stretched his neck and looked out tentatively, but he didn't see any figure near the Ferris wheel.

Well...... Where the hell did that guy get such a big rock from?

Even if the physical strength is outstanding, this arm strength is too amazing, right?

Forget it, it seems that the Ferris wheel is not safe to hide in such a comfortable place, so let's change places.

Alas, it's really troublesome to fight.

When the Ferris wheel slowly descended to the ground, Zi Shumo turned over and jumped out of the small room from the other side.

Roll around twice, roll to a light box that is not lit, and look left and right, there is no one.

Listen carefully, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak...... There was all the sound, but there was no sound of fighting.

Finished fighting? All hiding? Who threw the stone just now?

Looking down at the time, two hours had passed since the game, and the headphones announced that there were now 9 people left in the stadium.

Tsk, there are 9 more, it's better to solve it quickly, go home and sleep!

Enough rest for so long, it's time to go out and clean them up!

"Shrunken turtle! There is a kind of smashing your grandfather and me with a stone, do you think you are an ape, or when your grandfather is Tarzan!? ”

Zi Shumo picked up the wooden sticks on the side, tied them up, tied them into a simple cross, put his hat and cloak on the shelf, put the shelf up, and scolded while shaking.

I don't know where he learned so many swearing, and he scolded for more than ten minutes without repeating it, and felt that his throat was about to smoke.

Oops, scolding is so tiring! Can these grandchildren still endure their temperament?

As soon as he thought of this, the stones and guns all came to him in a hurry.

Zi Shumo looked at the cloak that was beaten into a hornet's nest, and was a little unhappy: I still like this cloak a lot! Go back and ask Angela's little tailor to make me one!

As he thought, he threw down his broken cloak and looked in the direction where the stone had come from.

Dead ape, I want to see how good you are!

Zi Shumo approached very carefully in the direction where the stone was thrown, and at the same time he felt a feeling of déjà vu.

It felt like the guy who stuffed a note outside his door during the preliminary round.

Zi Shumo frowned, and secretly pulled out a long stick: Dog thing, it almost caused me to hang up!

So like to throw it at hand, but also let you taste the taste of stones!

Zi Shumo picked up a piece of gravel on the ground and threw it in the direction he identified.

Only a muffled sound was heard, and a person let out a moan.

Hey, that's the right direction!

Zi Shumo waved his electric baton, and even the person with the stick rushed straight into the darkness.

After a tall figure ran awkwardly for a few steps, a horse stepped steadily, as if he wanted to face Zi Shumo head-on.

Hmph, are you big? I'll show you what to see!

Zi Shumo clenched the electric baton with both hands and stabbed at the big man without hesitation.

His figure froze slightly, and he felt the tip of the stick digging into the flesh of the big man.

But what made him feel strange was that the big man didn't react, and after shaking a few times, he fell down on his back to the sky.

Zi Shumo was startled, his feet glared at the big man's body, pulled out his stick, and suddenly retreated.

If the big man didn't react, it must have been someone else attacking him in just a few seconds!

And he didn't realize it, which means that there is a danger in this forest that he doesn't know!

The big man fell backwards and landed under the street lamp, and Zi Shumo saw blood spilling out of his body.

Tsk, it's so boring, and I want to teach this bastard who plots against himself a good lesson!

But what was it that made him run a few steps and then stop, and then he didn't have the power to resist?

Zi Shumo listened carefully, but did not hear any suspicious noise.

He sniffled vigorously, but he didn't smell anything strange.

Zi Shumo slowly approached the big man, hiding in the shadows and carefully poked him lightly with a stick. 、

Seeing that the big man didn't react, Zishumo simply grabbed his foot and neck with one hand and dragged him from under the street lamp into the shadows.

At this time, he noticed that there were strange glowing spots on the big man's body, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be very thin and tough threads.

It is not known what the threads are made of, and if they were in the dark, they would not be noticeable.

It seems that the big man didn't want to run just now, but after running a few steps, he was completely trapped by these lines.

Reaching out and sniffing, there was still breath, but it should be impossible to fight.

Pressing down the instrument on the big man's wrist, the headset broadcast the news of No. 93's elimination.

It's really not fun, so it's eliminated.

Hmph, the next time you have a chance to meet, you must ask if it was he who gave me the medicine in the preliminary round!

After a while, the big man was picked up.

Zi Shumo began to wonder, who laid these traps, and whether there were similar traps in these woods?

Hey, there's a trap for fun!

Zi Shumo suddenly got into play again, grabbed a large handful of branches that were not short and long, and threw them in different directions.

Every time he threw it, he would quickly change places to stand while being attacked.

Just throwing it around, I soon found a few traps.

Who laid these traps? So fine?

Zi Shumo's mind flashed a person, No. 7, the engineer who was arrested by him and Sister Yun.

Well, I should have listened to Sister Yun in the first place, wouldn't it be nice to kill that guy directly, so I don't have to trouble now.

Just as he was thinking to himself, suddenly a scream came from the depths of the woods.

Did someone fall into the trap, or did someone fight?

Without hesitation, Zi Shumo quickly ran in the direction where the voice came from.

However, he was still not careless, and even if he didn't see anything strange in front of him, he kept sweeping with his stick.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years!

Deep in the woods was a clearing with several stone tables and stools.

At this time, there were four people in a group.

Zi Shumo found a good hiding spot, took a closer look, and found that one of them was a woman, with long braids, the cold light shining on the braids, and protective gear on both legs and hands.

Feed! Why can girls bring so many things?

There are two women participating in this competition, one is Bai Mu Niang, who has withdrawn from the competition, and the other is No. 21, fitness coach Ma Yan.

Not to mention, this figure is really not comparable to ordinary women! It's sturdy when you look at it! Full of resilience!

The other two men looked a little shorter than her, moving quickly and aggressively. Needless to say, it's number 59, the cook who hates tall people so much.

At this moment, the cook grabbed two large plate axes with both hands, spun rapidly, without a trace of pity and pity, and slashed wildly at No. 21.

21 The movement is light, like a butterfly, flying in the moonlit night.

(End of chapter)