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Two men, separated by an iron cabinet, confronted each other coldly.

"Andrew, you're a smart guy and choose to cooperate, how about it?" James's voice was low, and there was no fear or uneasiness in his tone.

Andrew looked at James with a blank face, and after a while, spoke.

"James, do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?" His voice was a little colder, revealing a faint killing intent.

I stood on James's left hand side and noticed his unconsciously clenched left hand.

Andrew is a retired special forces soldier who can control Vic even though he is seriously wounded, and even if James has a gun in his hand now, he may not be the match for this black soldier. The enemy does not have the slightest fear of the threat of the muzzle, but the more the killing intent is, the most terrifying.

Apparently, James was also aware of this.

I lowered my voice and took a small step toward James.

Rough soles, gently falling on the icy floor tiles.

"Of course you can choose to shoot, but I have a reason to stop you." James calmly negotiated.

Andrew narrowed his eyes dangerously and pursed his lips, waiting for his next step.

I stopped five paces away from him, breathing carefully.

"I know where the terminating end is."

"You found the terminator?" I couldn't help but ask.

James glanced at me, adjusted his posture slightly, and leaned his back against the cold iron cabinet behind him.

"The termination end is a stone platform, engraved with numbers, 6 digits, you need to press and enter the 6-digit termination code to end the punishment."

Stone......

I was silent, thinking.

James found the terminator, but there was no terminator.

He began to actively seek out the sacrifice and leave the termination end, which meant that it didn't matter to him what the termination code was, killing the sacrifice was the final goal.

"Stupid, do you think I need to rely on you." Andrew stared coldly at James's wrinkled face.

"Of course you don't have to rely on me. But it was clear that working with me would maximize the benefits for both parties. James said word by word, calmly circling, "This metallurgical plant used to be the work site of sixty percent of the population of the slums, zombie outbreaks, this metallurgical plant is the hardest hit area, Andrew, I know that with your ability, you can find the termination end smoothly, but ......"

James shifted, and he looked at me.

"This lady's physical condition doesn't look promising, can you make sure she's going to the end unharmed."

Andrew's eyes darkened.

I squinted at this old man who was good at negotiating, and although he could die at any moment, he still maintained his composure in negotiation.

What exactly did he go through?

His eloquence, his calmness, and his strategy are not something that ordinary people can do.

What kind of past does he have......

I turned my gaze to Andrew, and I could catch a glimpse of hesitation in his eyes.

I know that James's negotiations were victorious.

"James, how do we know if you really want to work together?" I looked at James coldly.

After all, this is a man who once revealed that he wanted to kill every participant.

Beneath his gentlemanly appearance, there is a dangerous murderous motive.

James smiled, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Ma'am, you can choose to cooperate or you can choose to kill me, the decision is yours." The old gentleman's tone was still calm, "I can't guarantee that I won't kill you in the next game, but in this game, I will naturally not use a gun at you again, and I will do what I say." ”

James glanced at Andrew.

"This big guy has the ability to break my old bones at any time, and I have to think about my own safety."

“……”

I listened to his deep voice, was silent for a long time, and looked up at Andrew.

I found Andrew staring at James's calm face, as if trying to judge his true intentions from the slightest expression of his expression.

The white light fell on James's black coat.

He stood like a ghost in the cold air.

The negotiations reached an impasse for a while.

The three parties were deadlocked, still holding the pistol, as if they were going to pull the trigger the next moment.

The air seemed to freeze for a while.

The huge factory building is so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground.

The dislocated right shoulder was in burning pain, and I couldn't help but lower my head and cough a few times, and my throat was bloody.

There was a sudden cough, and the eyes of James and Andrew fell on me at the same time.

My physical condition seemed to prompt Andrew to make a decision, and when I looked up, he had already retracted his pistol from his waist. James looked at Andrew, who was pursed his mouth, and quietly lowered the hand holding the gun.

Ally.

In the end, a consensus was finally reached.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

James didn't know that I was a sacrifice.

It doesn't matter, as long as you find the termination end and enter the termination code, you can end this terrible thing.

But what is the purpose of the judges......

I pondered.

He has said that he wants us to atone for our sins.

Can I simply find the termination end and enter the termination code to atone for my sins......

Still is......

[In order of death, I am the next undead.] 】

Suddenly, a sentence from the strange notebook sounded, and I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

"How does it feel?"

A deep voice rang in my ears, and I raised my eyes, only to realize that Andrew had walked in front of me at some point, and he lowered his head slightly, and his gaze fell on me.

The pain from the tear in my lungs was even heavier, and I paused for a few seconds and nodded gently at him.

"It's not a big deal."

Glancing over his arm, I saw James looking sideways at us, and even though Andrew had his back to him, he didn't point a gun at us again, and it seemed that he had really chosen to form an alliance. However, it may also be because he guessed that even if he raised the gun at this time, he would be subdued by Andrew in an instant, so it was better to choose to cooperate for the time being.

Glancing at his calm face, I couldn't guess what was going on in his heart.

This old gentleman with a bit of English accent is like a bottomless lake, and any stone thrown into it will not react.

"Click."

Suddenly, a strange movement sounded inexplicably.

The three people present were alert at the same time.

James drew his pistol and looked around warily.

"It seems that there are more than three people in this factory." Andrew squinted his eyes and turned sideways.

I lowered my breath.

The voice......

It seems to be coming from this direction.

I frowned and walked around Andrew and James along a row of cold iron chests, where a black safe came into view.

The door of the safe was slightly open, and it was clear that the sudden sound was the sound of the safe door being pushed open.

The soles of my shoes, gently stepping on the cold tiles, I stopped a few steps away from the safe, and silently glanced back at James and Andrew behind me.

James was still standing there while Andrew walked towards me with a cold face.

I turned my gaze back to the safe.

No, that's not right......

This shouldn't be......

Gripping the cold spike in my hand, I took a few steps forward, fingertips touching the cold door of the safe.

"Little girl......" Andrew's footsteps hurried.

I opened the door to the safe in an instant.

"Don't, don't kill me!!"

A boy curled up in the safe with his head covered and screaming, his thin body in a gray sweatshirt huddled in the cold safe, his hair a little messy, and the round eyes on the bridge of his nose fell crookedly at his feet.

Losing his glasses in an instant, he squinted and reached blindly to pick them up.

I crouched down, picked up the black-rimmed glasses, and chuckled.

"Guess who I am, and I'll give you back the glasses if I guess."

"Please, please don't kill me......" The boy squinted his eyes and fumbled with his hands for the cold floor tiles.

I raised my hand and raised his glasses a little higher.

"Don't worry, as long as you're not a sacrifice." I whispered.

Hearing the word "sacrifice", he was stunned for a moment, and after a slight pause, he spoke cautiously.

“…… Vera? ”

I raised an eyebrow and placed the glasses with the thick lenses in his hand.

"Clever."