Hearing someone wake up from a coma, Dean didn't rush to open his eyes. A total of 21 people lay down, divided into four batches.

Among them, there are seven athletes, seven gamers, and five mercenaries left, leaving Dean and Cheston En behind.

Although it is not known what effect the medicine injected by those people is. But it's definitely all around with surveillance.

The current situation is unknown, and mediocrity is better. It wasn't until more than a dozen people woke up one after another and made a movement that Dean slowly opened his eyes.

"Boss, you're awake." Chesston, however, woke up first, and stood guard next to Dean, looking warily at the others who had woken up, but he seemed loyal.

Dean rubbed his forehead pretending to be active, glanced around, and found that the people who woke up seemed to be in good health, as for the third group of gamers, none of them woke up at this time, and they were still asleep.

The gate of the passage they entered yesterday was now open, as if there was no one guarding it, only the salty sea breeze poured in along the gate, so that the air here was not so stuffy.

Maybe it was yesterday's bizarre encounter. Except for a very abstract-looking man, who salivated in front of the glass warehouse of two little girls who were not yet awake and feasted their eyes, the rest of the people who woke up subconsciously gathered together according to their respective batches.

None of you are stupid. No one chose to leave the cabin and go outside to check on the situation. Dean jumped out of the glass compartment, put on his clothes, and asked, "Man, what's going on?" Chesson touched the collar around his neck, and said with some uneasiness: "I just woke up for a while, but all of us have collars implanted around our necks, and we can't pull them off, right..." "Red Dot.. Dean naturally knew what was going on.

Yesterday, he manipulated the subspace and sucked all the injected liquid into the space, as for the things injected into the body, they were very subtle, and they could be some detection devices.

In order to prevent early exposure to anomalies. Dean chose to keep those things first. Even if there may be risks, don't hesitate to do so!

This time, Dean made up his mind to take down the Lucifer Games organization in one fell swoop and bring his life back to peace!

... Speaking of which, Dean took the risk of participating in the battle royale this time and served the tiger with his own body, in addition to being confident that he could protect himself and protect his family by the way, but also to assist Mike Jr. and counter the invasion of the Lucifer organization's internal network.

That's the only way. Only then can he figure out the real identities of those core characters and carry out the real decapitation operation, and Mike Jr. can also use technical means to eliminate the Lucifer Game Organization from the inside, the big net that connects several people through the Internet.

Otherwise. In the core area of the other party, the internal network used to set up, and the few real traders called 'God' only have one vest in the network.

In this case, no matter how awesome Dean is, no matter how powerful Mike's skills are, they are just output to the air, and they are powerful.

Hit the snake and hit the seven inches. If you want to destroy the Lucifer Game Organization, you must start from within. So how can you get into the other party's internal network?

Dean set his sights on the battle royale! Since Battle Royale is a project that Lucifer Games attaches great importance to, and it is also the place they have chosen to play, there will definitely be a large number of monitoring facilities on site for remote control.

And for the sake of rigor. These devices are naturally connected to the network and system inside the Lucifer game.

Dean is now a monkey who has entered the belly of Princess Basho, and if he finds an opportunity, he can use the most simple electronic and physical invasion to let Xiao Mike blend into the other party's internal network.

There is no vest to cover it up. As long as you know the real identity of those traders, whether they are councilors, nobles, or bigwigs of the centuries-old family, in Dean's eyes, they are all stinky fish and rotten shrimp, and they can be slaughtered with a wave of their hands!

Mike destroys the internal network of the Lucifer Games organization. Wait until that time. The organizers are gone.

The organizational framework was also abolished. Even if someone is unwilling to let the Lucifer Game Organization end up like this, they can't pull any movement, and if they pull out the movement, they are no longer the previous Lucifer Game Organization.

The power of the individual is limited after all. That's it. ... Retract your thoughts. Dean glanced at the mercenary group and the athlete group that were still being discussed, pulled Cheston En to the side, and looked down in thought, without any superfluous moves.

Although he knew that all the people of Lucifer's organization on the ship had been evacuated, others did not know. I continued to wait for more than ten minutes.

The rest of the people began to wake up one after another. But these people, in reality, are all gamers, the game skills are good, and the mentality may be good, but most of them are otaku and otaku, not only poor physique, but also poor experience, and they haven't figured out the situation yet.

So when I woke up, there was a lot of movement. This also makes the groups of mercenaries and athletes have certain ideas.

That's it. In the mercenary group, the short, scar-faced man walked towards Dean and the others: "Hello, I'm Barton, the leader of the Thorn Mercenary Regiment, and you are FbI's people?" Dean looked at the other party's outstretched palm, shook it, and smiled, "Your eyesight is good." The palms of the two touched lightly.

When he let go again, Scarface Barton looked at Dean with a hint of doubt.

This guy looks tall and big, but on the palm of his hand, there is no thick gun cocoon, and the touch is also very soft and soft, without the firm and rough touch of people who exercise regularly.

But looking at the communication between the two, the other person is mainly based on him, so this good-looking guy eats with his brain?

This series of analyses flashed through Barton's mind. He remained silent and shrugged his shoulders: "I'm from cIA, and I'm too familiar with FbI's stupid training traces, but it's you, I can't see your origin." Cheston's eyes flashed with displeasure when he heard this guy, called the stupid guy, but when he saw the three men and a woman who vaguely surrounded them behind Barton, he could only assume that he didn't hear them.

He swore that he was not cowardly, but he was afraid of causing trouble for Boss Dean!

"Detective." , Dean pointed to his head and said with a smile: "You can call me Dean, my force value is very poor, I can't shoot, I can't beat people, I can only rely on my head to eat so I won't starve to death." "Sure enough!

Patton's eyes flashed. Same as he guessed. Patton's tone was a lot more enthusiastic: "Dean, my companions, most of them are retired soldiers, strictly speaking, we are all in the same group, the current situation is unknown, what do you think of our situation?" ”

"It's easy!" Dean snapped his fingers and pointed to the other two groups: "A group of them are invited to participate in a real-life sports competition." The other batch is the invitation to clear the online game. Chesston and I, after breaking the eucalyptus, were threatened to join the game. As for you, I guess you were chosen after a mission. ”

"Yes, you're right, but they didn't threaten us, they just offered a high reward, we were moved, we just made some more moves, but we didn't expect Daliru to die tragically." Thinking of the horrific scene last night.

This middle-aged man who has experienced bloody storms is still a little unbelievable. To know. Even the strongest soldier can't rely on the strength of two fingers to tear apart the skin and musculature of a strong man!

It's simply inhuman! It's also because of last night's shock. This strongest group on the surface, after some discussion, will choose to test Dean, the smallest two-person group, prepare to form an alliance, and then rely on force to force the rest of the people to go outside to find out the situation!

Dean leaked a hand, and Barton no longer doubted what he said about eating by the brain. This guy, something!

Barton pursed his somewhat dry lips, "What do you think those people want to do?" The four teammates behind him also pricked up their ears.

In particular, the only woman with a spider tattoo looked at Dean up and down without concealment, her eyes greedy and presumptuous, and with bad intentions.

Dean gave Spider Girl a teasing look and shrugged, "What do you think will happen when you choose several completely different groups to participate in a game?" The four people behind Barton shook their heads in unison.

If they had a good brain, they would not have retired and continued to be mercenaries. Patton, as the boss, thought of something.

He touched the collar around his neck and said hesitantly, "You mean, they actually want to experiment with us?" "Only by doing experiments will different samples be needed for reference!

Dean nodded: "Yes, it's just that I don't understand what the test reference has to do with the crowd." ”

"No, you're already amazing!" Barton held out his hand to Dean again: "Next, how about cooperation?" Dean held the other man's palm, as if relieved: "Happy cooperation!" "An exchange.

Barton looked at Dean with a lot of enthusiasm. Such a person with average force value and a good head, in this environment, it is suspected that it is more beneficial to them.

Got rid of Dean's small group of two. Barton took the four teammates behind him, smiled at the group of gamers who had just woken up and gathered together, and then strode over.

Delayed for so long. It's time to get someone out of the cabin and find out!

"What are you going to do?" Most of the game masters, most of whom are not bad-brained, sensed that Barton's group of people were menacing, and something was not good, and one of the tallest electric poles resisted fear and blocked the front of his companions behind him.

The next moment. Behind Barton, a strong man slapped him... All of a sudden.

The originally quiet cabin was once again howling wolf. The seven-member group of athletes, some people are not used to it and want to take the lead in organizing, but by the time they reacted, Barton's teammates, with one against seven, had already put down all seven members of the game team.

Plus Barton looked at him with a threatening look. The seven-person sports team, which had no one to lead, suddenly dispelled the idea of maintaining its head and became a turtle with a shrunken head.

... At this time. Hundreds of miles away on the island, a group of people are monitoring the footage from Dean's ship and the fluctuation data transmitted back from each subject's body.

At the top of the room is a platform made of steel supports. Standing on the platform, you can look down on all the movements below.

At this time. On the platform, a figure wearing a white mask kept tapping on the keyboard on the desktop, checking the data of one of the test subjects above, and seemed to be very concerned about the test subject numbered 37.

That's it. A figure quietly appeared behind him. The man in the white mask, if he realized something, pressed a shortcut key, and turned off the advanced LCD screen in front of him, before he slowly turned around and looked at the visitor with an unkind look: "Lucifer, you don't stay in your own area, monitor the test ship you are responsible for, what are you doing here!" "The person who came was actually the Lucifer organization, the titular boss - Lucifer!

The man in the white mask, who is about more than 1.8 meters tall, is a little thinner. Lucifer, who was standing in front of him, was even thinner, estimated to be only one meter in his early sixties, with wrinkled and skinny arms on the bare side, and he looked not young.

And he was the only one on the scene who didn't wear a mask. Look at the appearance. Although Lucifer's appearance is a little deformed, his mouth is a little overhead, and his face is not known for some reason, there are protrusions one after another, but he should not be more than thirty years old.

Faced with questioning. Lucifer nervously tugged at the stripes on his face, and said in a hoarse voice, "Gabriel, you seem to be a little too concerned with Subject 37. The white-masked man, that is, Gabriel, flashed a fierce look in his black-brown eyes: "This is the testing ground I am responsible for, if you dare to interfere, I will kill you!" ”

"Tut~" The short Lucifer smashed his mouth and pointed out: "Don't get excited, as long as the research and development of God's potion goes smoothly, I won't care about the careful thinking of you people, I and those adults, only eternal life, as for the rest, we don't care!" You know what I mean! "Finished.

He staggered and disappeared in front of Gabriel. Looking at the re-closed electronic door, Gabriel's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and finally all turned into tiredness.

He turned the screen back on, looked at the screen, the handsome face, the corners of the mouth under the mask curled, and then as if thinking of something, he closed the page and reopened a scarlet page.

... The other side. After a few reluctant temptations by otaku, everyone on the ship finally found that the group of masked people on the cruise ship had been evacuated.

But. Their current situation is not good. Surrounded by a stretch of sea, the ships stopped in the middle of the ocean, and although the electricity was still running, no matter how they operated it, they could drive the cruise ship in the slightest.

All the communication equipment on the ship did not work. Before those people left, they didn't leave the slightest hint as before!

They were abandoned!