Players Please Get In the Car

 Xu Huo and another healer named Zhang Xian were hijacked. The player who hijacked them didn’t know what props they used. He carried a person in one hand and passed by the base players like lightning. No one could follow him for a while.

In just a few seconds, they arrived at the specially designed entrance and exit of the base, successfully broke through, and were away from the medical base in the blink of an eye.

The player took a circuitous route and then took Xu Huo and another therapist to a zoo.

The zoo had a sign saying it was temporarily suspending ticket sales. There were no people there in broad daylight. Although they were caught on surveillance cameras when they entered, there were no unusual alarms.

The three of them went straight to the zoo's control room, which was a large space with hundreds of projection screens surrounding it. However, the people staying inside were obviously not zoo staff, but about a dozen heavily armed players, surrounded by There were all uniformed psychotherapists, twelve in total.

The player in the East District is not good, so he was taken away so many psychotherapists.

“Here we come.” One of the tattooed men raised his chin towards the player who caught Xu Huo and the other two.

"past!"

 Xu Huo and Zhang Xian were pushed to the middle and forced to squat with their heads in their hands like other psychotherapists.

At this time, the tattooed man looked at each other and the players wearing hoodies and masks beside him, then stood up and walked in front of everyone, saying in a loud voice: "You are ordinary people. The resistance army does not kill ordinary people indiscriminately. They come to you." There is only one purpose, and that is to find out who is the person who performed the surgery on the player."

The psychotherapists here are all a bit older. These old men have lived decently for most of their lives. Suddenly they are crowded together in such an awkward manner. They heard that the resistance army was asking for help from them, so someone said: "You guys are doing evil. You people, you still have the nerve to flaunt yourself as a good person, but so many innocent people have died in your hands, can you close your eyes every night when you go to bed? Aren't you afraid that those who were killed by you will come to you?"

A group of rebels stood there and listened to his scolding without being irritated at all. When the psychotherapist finished cursing, the tattooed man wordlessly pulled out the short knife from his waist, walked over and dragged the person out, ignoring him. He yelled in horror and slashed his throat.

The corpse was thrown back into the crowd. The frightened therapists backed away one after another, but they did not dare to stand up, so they could only bump into each other and fall together without any manners at all.

The tattooed man wiped the blood on his knife and said, "You don't need to judge whether the rebels are good people. You are not from Yuquan City. You are just dogs who occupy other people's homes and dominate other people's territory. What qualifications do you have?" To judge us?”

“Again, who performed the surgery on the East End players?”

"It is rumored that you rely on a potion named 'White Blood' to greatly increase the player's strength, but we have found out that all the players in the East District have undergone craniotomy, and they are calmer and crueler than ordinary people. I have a stronger ability to respond, which should be the effect of the surgery."

“Agor Company has gone to great lengths to protect this person, but it’s impossible for you not to know, after all, every player in the East District needs to undergo a psychological evaluation.”

His eyes scanned the people squatting in front like a hyena, "Don't say I won't give you a chance to survive, hand them over as soon as possible!"

The psychotherapists huddled together, and someone boldly asked, "Will you really let us go if we tell you?"

 “The rebels keep their word!” said the tattooed man. "Are you the leader of the resistance?" Someone else asked: "What if you say let go and others quietly take action?"

"Here, my words represent the leader's words," the tattooed man looked at them coldly, "I think you are deliberately causing trouble and trying to delay time!"

As he spoke, he grabbed another person and put a knife on his neck to ask, "Say or not!"

"I don't know!" the captured therapist shouted hurriedly, "I have only been working for two months. I usually only deal with players. I don't know about surgery at all, and I didn't hear about the 'white blood' thing." I said, you arrested the wrong person!"

However, the tattooed man still killed him without blinking an eye.

The body fell to the ground, and he went to pull the third person. At this time, the masked player stopped him, walked out and said to everyone: "Everyone, I am the strategist of the resistance army. I have no choice but to invite you here and we have paid the price." It's a big price. In fact, we don't want to meet you under such circumstances. It's just that the situation is forcing us. Since both of us have suffered losses, why not stop the losses in time?"

"You should all have heard of my identity. I believe that it is enough for me to represent the resistance. As long as you give the exact name, I promise to let you leave alive. No one in the resistance can hurt you anymore, otherwise it will be regarded as betrayal." organize."

 As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around, "Did you hear it clearly?"

 “Listen clearly, strategist!” A dozen rebels, including the tattooed man, replied in unison.

 “Is this okay?” The military advisor looked at the therapists again.

 Old men, you look at me and I look at you. They have to believe it now. But gambling is one thing. If they survive, how will they explain to Agor Company when they go back?

 After a few hesitations, someone slowly stood up and said, "I...I can tell you...but you have to keep it a secret..."

Before he finished speaking, the healer, who was frightened just a second ago, rushed towards the strategist like lightning. His subordinates threw out more than ten items at the same time. In addition to self-protection and repelling the tattooed man and others, the others were all used to control and kill. There are also small explosive props among them!

Although the small-scale explosion was not very lethal, it would hurt the ears if it was too close. Therefore, after hearing a loud noise, the ears of everyone around him were buzzing. At this time, the player pretending to be a healer shook his head again. A jamming prop was released, and when it screamed, all the rebels present went to pick out the anti-jamming equipment in their ears, including the military strategist.

 Then the players in the East District seamlessly connected the vibration jammer, and now everyone present except for him was blinded.

His target was very clear, that is, the military advisor, but what he didn't expect was that just when he was ready to kill the military advisor, the man who was holding his arms and groaning suddenly stood up straight and faced him as if nothing had happened, and then jumped out of the way. The metal spear flying from behind pierced his heart.

　　The player from the East District fell to the ground with full of doubts.

The military counselor tidied his clothes, came back to the group of therapists, and said in a deep voice: "Time is limited, everyone, please don't cause any more trouble for me." (End of this chapter)