This should have been a desk full of computers, but Ding Zhu suddenly found that there was an empty place.

There were only bare tables, and piles of papers that had fallen out and were scattered everywhere.

In an office area where computers are placed in the hall, the vacant piece is not particularly eye-catching, but if you look at it carefully, you can still feel a strange inconsistency.

Ding Zhu walked quickly to the office assistant, opened the papers scattered on the table, and then she saw that there was a shallow circular mark on the light-colored desk, she stretched out her hand and touched it, with a little dust, but more traces that could not be erased.

There used to be things here.

Then Ding Zhu glanced under the office assistant, and also found traces of a square on a mobile table that was supposed to be where the main unit was now empty.

It looks like it's the same as the other desks, and it was originally a computer with it, but for some reason someone carried it away.

Carrying away the computer?

Why?

At this moment, Ding Zhu suddenly remembered to honestly stay in her backpack laptop, when she just saw this thing, she was very strange, why a survival game does not distribute weapons, but distributes a laptop, what does this mean?

Now it seems that this laptop is indeed useful, but I haven't found a way to use it yet.

Who will carry the computer?

Ding Zhu searched around among the remaining twenty people, and did not guess who would carry the thing.

The more people remained, the more Ding Zhu felt that her eyes were shrouded in a heavy fog, in addition to guessing who those relatively dangerous people were, she also needed to find out who had the heart of the world, or the fragment of the heart of the world, among the remaining twenty people.

Ding Zhu walked out of the building with confused questions.

However, the moment she stepped out of the building, she suddenly felt an extremely dangerous wind as if it was coming towards her, and before her brain could make any decisions, Ding Candle's body had completed all her movements, and she immediately lowered her body and turned to the side.

And just as she was rolling, the wind stabbed her again, and with it a crisp and deafening sound.

"Smack. Syllable. Smack! ”

It's gunshots!

It's gunshots!

This was the first time Ding Candle had been shot after entering this mission, and at that moment, she felt her scalp tingle.

The other party's goal is extremely clear, that is, it is towards himself, the gun in his hand keeps ringing again, without stopping at all, he has been chasing Ding Candle's footsteps, constantly pursuing, and that does not care about the situation that the bullet will be empty, so that Ding Candle almost has an illusion.

Does this person have any deep hatred for himself?

So be sure to beat yourself into a honeycomb at this time to be willing!

It's just a crushing suppression, Ding Candle is constantly running around and hiding like a rat crossing the street, and he can't do anything else at all, and he can't even find the other party anywhere.

The rapid running made this body quickly reach its limit, and the continuous heavy breathing made Ding Candle's throat dry and painful as if it was about to burn.

But she didn't dare to stop, she didn't even dare to reduce her speed, she could only force the limit of her body to snap in the sky. Syllable. With the sound of gunfire, she scurried into the corners where she felt she could take shelter for a while.

The other party's gunfire didn't seem to stop at all, and it rang continuously, almost making Ding Zhu want to complain, this gun doesn't need to change bullets at all, right? The other party is not holding a gun at all, is it! It's just a hand-cheered slap that can snap as long as your hand keeps shaking. Syllable. Bang sound, there is no such thing as running out of ammunition, isn't it!

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as a long eye, just after Ding Zhu complained about this matter, she heard the gunshots that had been going on again and suddenly stopped, and even she heard two very crisp clicks, which were probably the sound of the insurance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ding Candle breathed two breaths of relief, and then began to quickly find the other party's location according to the direction where the bullet came from just now.

With little effort, Ding Zhu found the man on the roof of the security room of the radio and television station.

It was a thin young man, and his face was calm and cold, as if the man who had just chased him and shot was not him at all, or, in his eyes, all the shootings, all the pursuits, were trifles worth mentioning.

He was about 180 centimeters tall, and although his body wrapped in a thin trench coat was thin, it faintly revealed an oppressive explosiveness.

At this moment, he was standing on the top of the security room unusually calmly changing the magazine, his eyes fell on Ding Zhu's body indifferently, and he didn't seem to have the kind of worry that she would fight back.

It's a kind of pride that can almost be regarded as a blind eye, and his confidence in his own strength is also a disdain for everyone's abilities.

Probably in this person's eyes, no one can be his opponent, so he doesn't care whether Ding Candle will fight back, because in his eyes, no matter whether Ding Candle counterattacks or not, there is only one ending.

Although he didn't say so, this feeling rushed towards Ding Candle from the beginning, so that Ding Candle had no way to avoid it, and in this almost crushing momentum, Ding Candle's body began to tremble.

At this moment, a name suddenly popped up in Ding Candle's mind.

Chen Shaoping.

Although I don't know why this name came up, Ding Zhu just thinks that this young man is Chen Shaoping.

At the same time as drawing out the crossbow, Ding Zhu threw a discrimination technique towards the opponent's head, and sure enough, the name that appeared on the opponent's head was Chen Shaoping.

However, what shocked Ding Candle even more was that the combat level that appeared after the opponent's name was S+.

Yes, S+.

This is the highest battle level Ding Candle has ever encountered.

On weekdays, the most powerful combat level she has encountered is S.

And every time he encounters S, Ding Zhu basically uses various methods to get through, and it is very rare to defeat the other party completely by his own ability.

What's more, the last time I met Gao Ya, so powerful, so difficult to deal with, is only A.-level, so what kind of level will this S+ be now?

However, these problems are no longer the ones that Ding Zhu thinks about and worries about.

Because at this time, Chen Shaoping had already changed the magazine and aimed at Ding Candle again...... (https:)

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