During the long tug-of-war between Li Zhi and the God of Dice, in addition to the previous two groups of D-class personnel, the environment of the other two groups could be the difference between heaven and hell.

…… It's not so much two groups as one person and the other.

Let's start with the other group of people.

The men laughed and didn't know what was going on as the barrier enveloped them, until a voice rang out in their heads.

A killing spree begins:

"Seven people fight, and only one of you can survive."

"He who lives will have access to far more power, power, everything you want, whatever you wish."

"And the loser, your sins will not be forgotten, your name will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever, and your soul will be tormented without end!"

"So I thought...... The gap should be obvious, now! Start your slaughter! ”

After the sound ended, a change of venue followed.

Before they could react to that passage, the surrounding environment had been transformed.

All were moved to an extremely spacious square, where people were distanced from each other and evenly distributed across the perimeter of the square.

The guns they carried with them were not taken away, but without exception, they were all taken on insurance.

As for the rest, nothing has changed.

Ken was one of those people, and although he didn't know exactly how it all happened, he had been through many anomalous missions in his limited career that didn't require the deletion of his memory, so he was able to accept this paranormal phenomenon in a short period of time.

Murder is such a thing...... He hadn't done it in a long time, and when he was in prison, his hands that used to hold guns were calloused because of forced labor.

Later came this mysterious organization...... Hell, the surveillance and security there are even stricter than the prison he was in before, not to mention the guns.

What's even more terrifying is ...... Their work.

Something he simply couldn't understand...... Are those things Satan's creations?

It is now evident that everyone has been affected by an anomaly, to the point that it is possible for them to obtain "everything" promised by the anomaly.

A closer look at the people who were still far away from him, they didn't do anything.

- Either a group of unlucky kids who have just joined the organization, or they have their memories erased.

He reached the back of his buttocks, where there was a more secret pocket with a dose of morphine, strictly prescribed to prescription drug standards, if the bastards who had sold him hadn't done anything in the first place.

Taking advantage of the distance from people, he injected morphine into it.

During the short period of his injection, someone could not accept the silence and shouted loudly.

"What the is going on!" There was a person who clearly couldn't accept the instantaneous change of location and such cruel rules.

"Hey! I mean, you don't really believe in the temptation of the devil, do you? ”

He was circling in circles, sometimes taking a few steps, with his hands open, not holding a gun in his hands, a "pacifist".

He was still silent.

Except for Ken, who stared at him invariably, the rest of the group looked at the other man who had a light machine gun in his hand that could clear the entire field almost instantaneously if he wanted to.

There are no bunkers on this square.

To some extent, the one who shoots first takes the lead......

But it will also attract the hostility of everyone after the shot.

And this one with a light machine gun was originally the center of gravity in this small gang.

- As long as his machine gun is still around, there is an invisible deterrent and can also give his teammates a strong confidence.

It seemed that with this machine gun there, no matter what monster they were about to face, they could easily tear it to shreds.

But now, the situation has changed.

The Heavy stiffened with every move, and he could feel the men on both sides, and across from him, staring at him.

So what was his decision? Put down your guns and make peace offers to these former "murderers"?

Look at their eyes, look at yourself not only for defense, but also for greed......

With such undisguised greed, he was almost certain that once he lowered his machine gun, the gang would definitely kill him first-hand.

He could even see the covert movements of their hands.

With a rifle on his chest and a rifle on his back, it can be said that if they act at the same time, these guys with rifles are enough to kill themselves ten times.

But as long as you open the insurance yourself......

Squinted.

The other four people on the other side should not be able to take care of themselves at this time...... bar.

The Heavy dropped the gun to the ground in a few seconds of silence before pulling his hand out of his pocket.

"I said ......"

Before he could say anything, a gunshot came from the opposite side, and this shot alarmed everyone, almost reacting to look in the direction of the gunshot.

Turning back, realizing that he was not injured, or rather hearing the gunshot, the machine gunner quickly pulled out his pistol, fired a hand cannon at the man with the rifle on his chest, and then picked up the machine gun.

Ken watched as the "pacifist" who spoke at first pulled out his pistol, approached the other person premeditated in the previous irregular action, and waited until a "distance that can be hit without aiming", and the skillful action ......

The big war is about to begin.

And the morphine in his body has just begun to take effect, with a perfect calming effect.

The show has just begun, and on the other side, D-13714, who is alone, is trapped in a "paradise" that is by no means dangerous.

Behind him is a white solid wood door, in front of him is a shoe closet, and in the depths of the hallway there are movie lines from the last era.

Looking around at the surroundings that could no longer be familiar, he only felt that a heart that had long been dead suddenly came to life.

He carefully plucked the mud-stained house and headed deeper into the hallway.

There should be hers there.

Everything that was once gone.

D-13714, a murderer, was sentenced to 46 years in prison for killing his father.

In his father's suicide note, it was stated that D-13714 would inherit 80% of the estate, not the remaining 20% of the negative equity, half of which would be given to his wife and half to the church his wife frequented.

D-13714 can even recall his father taking him for a walk in snow-covered Yellowstone Park when he was a child, taking him to sit next to a geyser, discussing cigarettes and liquor with him, and then cruelly refusing his request to try.

He still remembers the names of the Christmas presents every year, and his father sang out-of-tune birthday songs at the birthday party.

On another occasion, when celebrating his 14th birthday, my father was nervous and said that he wished himself a happy 40th birthday.

So in the wake of the Prick Street shooting, countless people petitioned for D-13714 to be sentenced to death.

But the law did not sentence him to death.