Shortly after the five men and one woman, who were suspected to be mercenaries, walked into the security cell, a noisy siren whistle came from that side.

When the sound appears.

Dean noticed that the first few people on board were shrinking at the same time.

He was stunned.

Someone should have violated the rules.

On the deck, several stake-like sailors and a tall, skeletal-masked armed man strode forward.

There was a roar of collision.

The next moment.

The chaotic sound disappeared and turned into screams and wails.

Less than ten seconds.

There was no movement over there.

Dean's heart tightened.

I don't know if that woman was also solved.

Da-da-da-da.

The sound of heavy boots stomping from far to near.

The people on the deck subconsciously looked over.

I saw a few masked sailors, carrying a man weighing one or two hundred pounds in one hand, half-dragging and half-dragging, like a dead dog, and threw it to the location where their group of gamers were.

There are four men and one woman in total.

They closed their eyes tightly, and they looked faint.

As for the sailors, except for some wrinkles in their clothes, there were no signs of injury at all.

Obviously, these mercenaries tried to resist, but they were directly suppressed without making the slightest wave.

In the case of bare hands, the two sides are not at all in the same class.

After leaving these five men, the sailors returned to their positions, turned into wooden stakes, and let the cruise ship shake, not moving, and the machinery was strange.

Waited another moment.

The skull masked armed men who had passed before had just carried a man who was still twitching to the deck.

The woman in the mask in the security room, this time, also followed.

She glanced at the crowd and winked at Dean before motioning for the skeleton to arm the masked man and drop the man on his shoulder.

The woman in the mask clapped her hands and motioned for everyone to come over.

Wait until all the gamers have their attention taken.

Only then did she say coldly: "Leave his stomach behind!" ”

The man in the skeleton mask, without saying a word, squatted down, lifted the half-dead man's shirt on the deck, stretched out two thick index fingers with two palms, and placed them on top of the man's navel.

Just when everyone was panicked and curious about what the other party was going to do.

The next moment.

Everyone saw a picture that will never be forgotten in this life: they saw the hands of the man in the skeleton mask tearing down, and the man's tough abdominal muscles and skin slowly cracked, and finally burst out of the splattered ketchup

Sharp pain came.

The man on the deck fainted, opened his eyes in confusion.

He struggled to raise his head, a little puzzled as to why the man's palm had reached into his abdomen.

Pain overrun.

The hormones secreted by the body make him feel as if he is watching an immersive movie, but he can't feel the sharp pain from his body.

In the trance-like gaze of the man.

Tear and pull.

The man's abdominal cavity was completely torn into pieces by the skeleton mask man, and it was pulled on the cold deck.

There is no skin and flesh to cover.

His steaming internal organs were presented directly in front of everyone's eyes, squirming and beating, like a real nightmare, even if you close your eyes, you can't forget the impact of this scene.

The offending man finally realized what was happening.

His eyes were frightened, his expression was distorted, his mouth let out a miserable scream, and his strong hands slapped the masked man squatting in front of him weakly and helplessly, trying to drive the other party away, but the only effect was only to make the blood spurting from his chest spurt the masked man more evenly.

In front of everyone.

This pervert, who was like a mechanical puppet, tore open the chest of the offending man with both hands, and took out a piece of something like a water bladder from it.

That's the stomach pouch of the offending man!

Poof.

A small round ball wrapped in a thick white substance bounced out of it.

The woman in the mask squatted down, picked up the small round ball, bent her bare eyes into a full moon, and said with a smile: "Hehe, I caught a little mouse." ”

At her feet, steaming blood flowed all over the ground, the offending man with his chest shoeed open, his strong body, only instinctive convulsions remained, only those wide-eyed eyes, staring blankly at the pitch-black sky, and finally completely lost his color

"Ahhh

The frightened people finally came back to their senses and let out the most frightened scream in their lives.

Some people are scared to cry, some people are frightened into incontinence.

It's more like an ostrich, only to squat on the ground with his head in his hands and tremble, and he doesn't even have the idea of resisting.

Of course, these are the men and women who came up in the third batch.

These people, either sports enthusiasts or game otaku otaku, where have they seen this meeting in reality, and they are not directly scared crazy, they can be regarded as mentally tough.

Now they're finally convinced by the words of the first group of players who came on board.

This game will kill people!

It's a pity that they can't go away.

At the behalf's command, the body was thrown into the sea and disappeared into the waves, while several sailors picked up their tools and washed the deck.

It's just over a minute.

The deck, except for the faint smell of blood, has been restored to clean.

The woman in the mask, while playing with the ball in her hand, looked at the several groups of gamers on the boat.

The first people to get on board did well.

But it's not that they're bold, it's that these people have experienced three of their companions being shot, and this time they have directly turned into ostriches, and they don't dare to look at the deck, so they haven't withstood the impact of those bloody images.

Even so.

The screams around them also made these people nervous, on the verge of collapse at any time.

As for the companions of the offending man on the ground.

Those people, including the spider tattoo woman among them, had woken up at this time, but their state was not much better, they shrunk into a ball, and they no longer had the calmness they had when they first came up, only panic remained.

The best state is still the second batch of people who came up.

The handsome guy and his companion squatted with their heads down, and they didn't know if they didn't dare to look at it just now, or they didn't care if they saw it, in short, their emotions were quite stable.

The woman in the mask glanced at the crowd and nodded in satisfaction.

These guys are in good shape right now, and they're well suited for the next experiment.

She spoke, "Players who haven't come here yet, transfer them to other containment ships, now send these players off the cabin for the second step!" ”

Under strong force.

Dean and a dozen other gamers were dragged inside the ship's hull.

Below the deck, there are glass covers that resemble dormant chambers.

These masked people, under the command of the masked woman, first injected those players who were a little mentally disturbed, and then stripped them naked and threw them in.

Those players who have regained their senses, in the face of so many perverts who are strong and still have guns, whether they want to or not, can only take off their clothes one by one and lie down in those glass dormant chambers.

With fewer and fewer gamers.

It was soon Dean and the few remaining mercenaries who were in turn.

Chesston glanced at Dean.

Dean shook his head slightly, signaling the other party not to make unnecessary moves.

He had already figured out the ship's staffing.

The mask woman should be the supreme commander of this ship.

The other party may even be the only normal human on this ship, but in this game, the authority does not seem to be large, and it is monitored remotely by people at a higher level, so that in the security room before, if I wanted to say a few more words, I was warned.

The rest of the armed forces.

Three armed men in skull masks, twelve unarmed sailors, most of them were mobile and seemed to have some problems with their brains, but they were all as strong as beasts, and their strength was terrifying.

In particular, three armed men wearing skull masks.

Relying on the strength of the flesh, forcibly disemboweling a strong man is almost inhuman.

Here are three!

Especially the gorilla in the lead.

Dean suspects that if he simply competes in strength, he may not be able to win if he has seven or eight hundred pounds of arm strength.

Of course, fear is fear.

The reason why Dean motioned for Cheston to not act rashly was because he ventured into the game to find an opportunity to destroy the Lucifer Games Organization.

It takes some patience and risk.

Now it's just a matter of startling.

As long as there is no danger to your own life.

Even if Chesston hung up, Dean wouldn't act rashly.

Soon, it was Dean's turn.

Dean quickly undressed with his hands and feet, raised an eyebrow at the masked woman, and lay in.

Hiss~

This figure!

The woman in the mask regretted and heartache, and it wasn't until everyone went in that she forcibly removed her greedy gaze and pressed the mechanism in her hand.

Click~

With a click.

The glass covers, slowly falling, closed the people lying in the glass bin.

Accompanied by an influx of some colorless gases.

Whether panicked or uneasy, everyone fell into baby-like sleep and lost consciousness.

Wait a moment.

The woman in the mask slapped her face.

A group of men and women in white coats walked in from the other side of the cabin pushing small carts, opened the glass covers, and began to install the equipment on the unconscious players.

Suddenly.

Hey~

An exclamation came from the mouth of a short man.

The mask woman looked at it and found that the target of the other party was the handsome guy she had taken a fancy to, so she couldn't help frowning and said, "What's wrong?" ”

The short man in the white coat was puzzled: "Director, this guy's skin and muscles are a little too tight, and his body is also very heavy." ”

The woman in the mask stepped forward, glanced at Dean's body like a carving, and couldn't help but touch it with her hand, before she said with satisfaction: "People who exercise will have greater muscle density, and replace them with sharper needles, I have a hunch that this guy will be the biggest gain of our experiment!" ”

However, I used the sharpest needle!

The short man complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to refute it, and nodded in obedience: "Yes, director." ”

Wait for the mask woman to leave.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the needle, and tried again.

This time, I don't know if it's an illusion, after the needle broke through the player's skin, it was much smoother, although it was still difficult, but at least it allowed him to insert it into the artery.

"Whew, this damn guy, does he have a cowhide!"

The short man complained in his heart and pressed down the needle.

He didn't notice that the unknown liquid in the needle tube disappeared much faster than usual, and it seemed to disappear into thin air before it could be injected.

Finish the precious first-generation experimental potion.

He once again took a small cart and fastened a small iron ring around the handsome man's neck, and then picked up a machine similar to a nail gun, and injected subtle detection instruments into various parts of the man's body.

Get it all done.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and activated the collar.

After seeing a green light on the slender collar, he breathed a sigh of relief and pushed his small cart away.

His mission has been accomplished.

With the white coats, they left the cabin again.

The woman in the mask took out a small and heavy communication device, and said in a cold voice: "No. 4 test ship, request verification." ”

Moment.

A mechanical voice, cold and cold, responded: "21 test subjects, verification completed, allow the fourth experimental ship to sail into the first round of the game area." ”

"Got it!"

The masked woman took back the communicator and walked to the glass warehouse where Dean was, her eyes greedily scanned over and over again before she sighed: "I hope you can go to the island alive, when the time comes, even if I use up the game currency, I won't let those perverts transform you into short-lived puppets, eternal life, hehe, a group of crazy people.."

What a gun rack.

It was a waste to be invited to do the experiment.

The masked woman didn't know how many times she secretly scolded Elder Gabriel, who was presiding over the game, before she reluctantly left the cabin with all the people.

Wait until everyone leaves.

Dean opened his mouth slightly, and let out a long, turbid breath that didn't stop until a few minutes later

About half an hour passed.

The cruise ship shook and set sail again.

It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright, the morning dawn broke and the sound of seabirds coiling outside was heard outside, and the cruise ship stopped again.

Airplanes~

On the cruise ship, the radio sounded: "Arrive at the experimental sea area, all non-experimental personnel, all evacuated, warning, all non-experimental personnel, all evacuate."

It rang several times in a row.

The sound of neat footsteps came from outside.

Across the wall of the ship.

Dean faintly heard the sound of the speedboat starting and the personnel evacuating.

He couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Didn't you go straight to the island?

What's going on now?

Leave them behind, and the people run away?

Dean was vaguely uneasy, but considering that there must have been a lot of surveillance installed on the ship, he still didn't choose to open his eyes.

Time passes.

After about a few more hours, the player finally woke up from his slumber

At this time.

Inside a secluded underground military base.

Several figures, looking at the footage in the surveillance, had doubts on their faces.

One of them, zooming in the camera, revealing the handsome face inside, looked at the man in front suspiciously, and said with a sneer: "Gabriel, this is the person you are optimistic about?" ”

Gabriel also looked at Dean in the camera suspiciously.

As far as he knew.

Dean shouldn't have woken up so late!

He patted the table and looked at the technician behind him, "Subject 37, what's the physical data?" ”

"Elder, according to the data, he has indeed just woken up, his potential is average, and the data is normal." The technician who answered said, considering Elder Gabriel's murderous name, and added: "It may be Subject 37, which is not suitable for the absorption of the potion." ”

"I hope so."

Gabriel clenched his fists: "Dean, you must show your value, only in this way can you survive!" ”

(End of chapter)