I give the world destruction and new life

Rickard Ndom breathed heavily, and followed the map to find a safe house. It was a small pavilion that looked about the size of a public phone booth, and was sealed with transparent tempered glass.

Inside the safe house, a green plant is extraordinarily green in the same transparent crystal flowerpot, and a macaw kept in a cage jumps from time to time, proving that the environment in the safe house is safe.

But around the safe house, seven or eight corpses wearing different protective clothing testify to the tragedy here with their different shapes.

Rickard knew how these people died, they missed the key time.

The safe house requires a password to enter, and the password obtained by Rickard is only valid for 25 minutes. In the case of a thigh injury, it took him 23 minutes to cover the entire distance. At this time, there are only 110 minutes left before the key expires. nine seconds.

Panting heavily, he challenged his physical limit. The blood loss and toxin erosion acted on him at the same time, making him feel dizzy for a while.

In the previous rounds of the challenge, Rickard had obtained some injections to cleanse the chemical toxins, but now the effects of these injections are gradually wearing off.

At the last 50 meters, Rickard finally fell to the ground. He crawled forward, and the protective clothing temporarily sealed by the sealant was torn out of the gap. The sensor used to monitor the internal environment frantically alarmed, making his eyes black for bursts .

But filled with anger in his heart, Rickard stood up again, his eyes were red and he clenched his fists as he gritted his teeth.

Hatred made him take steps, and anger made him move forward. The short distance of 20 meters was quickly conquered by his footsteps.

The short 6-digit password was pressed by Rickard, and the safe house opened, a gust of fresh air gushed out, and Rickard fell into the safe house.

When the safe house was resealed, neutralizing water and disinfecting gas started to spray, and an injection without any writing was ejected from the secret compartment.

The music representing rewards and congratulations sounded inappropriately, and Rickard was used to such mocking rewards.

Every time he completes a mission, or escapes from some kind of danger, he's rewarded in a nearby building.

The carapace-like protective clothing he wore, the guns and daggers he carried on his waist, and the few antidotes he had obtained before were all obtained in this way.

This time was no exception. When Rikaze pulled off the injection and stuck it on himself, and injected the unknown liquid into his body, the pain began to leave his body, and his mind gradually recovered.

After a short rest, Rickard took off his protective helmet and slowly breathed the fresh air in the safe house.

In the safe house, the parrot, which symbolizes that the environment inside the house is suitable for survival, has now fallen into the cage, motionless. During the disinfection process after Rickard entered, various poisonous and harmful substances almost instantly killed this poor creature.

Even after disinfection and neutralization, Rickard could still smell some residual fishy-sweet smell when he breathed, causing his body to feel uncomfortable.

A small countdown screen appeared on the top of the safety roof, and half of the 15-minute effective time had passed. This was the reward he won from the last round of missions.

Thinking of this, Rickard felt retched. He punched hard on the tempered glass and let out a roar.

He just killed his best friend and stabbed him to death with a dagger, because on the other side of the balance is his uncle, the only family member who has given him care and help over the years, and now the only one family.

Rickard has now realized that the forces that kidnapped him are far darker than he imagined. They not only kidnapped himself, but also kidnapped his uncle and his friends in New Mexico.

And all of this, maybe just to make people laugh.

Rickard is a white-collar worker in a company. His uncle once joked that he is considered a master now, because he has worked in black jobs for the company all his life but did not get lifelong medical insurance, but Rickard got it.

He had heard some jokes in the company that the company's executives would get together during their vacations and torture and kill refugees in their private estates to relieve stress, but they stopped at the jokes.

Rickard did not expect that this was actually true, and the scale was much larger than he had imagined.

They built this hell in the polluted area of ​​Ohio, full of poisonous and harmful substances, if you are not careful, you will die elsewhere.
It took him 16 years to study, and he graduated from university with a student loan of 300 million. He became the first college student in his family, but now he is slaughtered here like a wild beast.

Rickard panted heavily, trying to calm himself down. Time was running out and the space was narrow. He had to go fast and expend little physical energy. He took off the protective suit in an awkward position, and repaired his body with that roll of sealing tape. Protective clothing, bandage the wound on the leg, and put it back on.

After the whole process, Rickard was sweating from the pain. He drank the last half bottle of light salt water in one breath, put on the protective helmet, fastened the buckle, stood upright, and watched the time flow in the last few seconds. However, the door of the safe house was opened again, and the deadly air from outside poured into the safe house. The plant began to turn yellow visibly to the naked eye, and it was no longer so tall and straight after Rickard left completely.

Narezzano raised his glass to the competitors around him. The contestants of the reality show they each selected have entered the same area, and the two roads before them are cooperation and confrontation.

They decided to roll dice to determine how the two contestants get along. Below eight points is cooperation, and above eight points is confrontation. If it is exactly eight points, they are not close to each other.

The two dice carved with diamonds were thrown on the ground by the maid, and they cast eleven points. Narezzano smiled and threw 100 million federal coins into the prize pool again, and bought a new one for the other contestant. Monster packs to give your competitors some extra edge.

The other party also responded with a monster bag of the same price as a gift, and the two parties still need to solve their own problems before the encounter.

Narezzano glanced at the rare monster Hellscorpion that came out of the opponent's monster bag, shook his head helplessly, turned around and ordered another glass of wine, feeling that he was unlucky today.

The Hell Scorpion was produced by their family, and it was a branch of the Robot Killer series. Narezzano knew how powerful that thing was.

Its power system was designed by the Atlanta Power Laboratory where Rickard is located. Maybe Rickard himself participated in the design, and now he deserves to die.

The Hellscorpion, which is only 120 centimeters long, crawled out of the soil. It didn't look that threatening. Even including the tail, its length was only 650 centimeters, but on this kind of rotten ground, the Hellscorpion could move 70 meters per minute. The tail is hydraulically driven and can sting at a speed of [-] meters per second.

In Narezzano's monster bag, there were only a group of spray ants, which were garbage monsters with no sense of existence. Narezzano felt that he was unlucky today, and he didn't continue to buy other monster bags to disgust his opponents. It was too tasteless to do so. up.

However, he remembered that the other party seemed to be a shareholder of Montesquieu Medical Corporation, so it would be better to short the other party's property tomorrow.

Narezzano raised his glass to the other party again, and congratulated with a smile: "Congratulations."

Tang Ji avoided the cameras along the way, he could easily perceive the operation of those monitoring equipment, and he didn't want to be found.

Along the way, he sensed at least a dozen people moving in the nearby area, and emotions of fear, anger, and despair spread across this dead land.

And the candidate who was enough to inspire the scarlet disciples to react was not far ahead.

Tang Ji watched as the opponent used a broken dagger to confront a hideous mechanical scorpion in the forest.

Every piece of dead wood has become a life-saving straw for the man to survive. He seems to be very familiar with the opponent's movement methods, and can always avoid fatal attacks at the nick of time.

But the injury on the man's leg became the Achilles' heel that dragged him down. His speed became slower and slower, and he could only rely on the cover of the trees to survive.

Rickard knew that the thing behind him was a monster created in his laboratory, and he knew that he could just climb a tree and survive.

But wearing this carapace-type protective suit weighing fifteen kilograms, he couldn't do this at all.

He failed, he was going to die here, and Rickard turned around angrily, facing his own death.

Anger was ignited like gasoline, and Rickard felt his eyes were on fire. He arched his waist, waiting for the fatal blow from the opponent, which was his only chance.

It is impossible for a machine creation of this size to have such a powerful energy system, and it will not move when it attacks!
puff!

Rickard raised one of his arms to serve as a shield, allowing it to be pierced by the opponent's weapon, and with the other hand, he stabbed half of the dagger at the scorpion with unprecedented anger.

Severe pain and something unspeakable acted on him at the same time. Rickard roared angrily and directly picked up the 120 kg Hell Scorpion in the air and smashed it to the ground!
"YOU ***** fvcker!" Rickard stepped on the center of the hell scorpion's abdomen, and the twisted dagger directly pierced in along the edge gap and dragged downwards forcefully.

The tyrannical force ignored its internal mechanical mechanism, and directly opened a circular hole in the belly of the hell scorpion. Rickard tore off the internal wiring, just like ripping the monster out of its belly. Like a lot of intestines.

The limbs of the hell scorpion were doing meaningless reciprocating movements around them, emitting black smoke.

Rickard, on the other hand, stood beside the Hellscorpion panting heavily, staring at his just injured arm in astonishment.
The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and now there was only one handle left of the dagger, and the blade was all broken inside the hell scorpion.

Rickard opened his palm, and the metal dagger handle had been completely gripped into the shape of his palm.

An invisible force filled his body, making Rickard want to kill something to vent it out.

"Those people, they are looking at you, as if the ancient Roman nobles were watching the beasts in the arena, and you are the beast in the arena"

"Think about your friends, think about your uncles, they are so high above you, they treat you as a kind of entertainment."

"Look around you, they'd rather spend a lot of money in this kind of place and create an artificial hell than give you an extra bonus."

"They see you as a beast, they define themselves as beings beyond human beings, they think they are omnipotent"

"But they were wrong, prove it, kill them all."

"Kill them all!"

Rickard stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and when he raised his head again, a layer of faint, almost invisible gray-black flames burned in his eyes, and he walked towards the direction of Paradise Lost.

"You picked a good contestant, very powerful and strong." Narezzano's opponent ordered a round of drinks and took the opportunity to sit next to Narezzano: "Is he a superhuman?"

Narezzano frowned slightly, he didn't like to be so close to people, unless the other person was a soulless clone, so he sentenced the other person to death in his heart, and planned to treat this familiar fat man as a newcomer next time The contestants were thrown into the polluted area to 'enjoy'.

He also doesn't like accidents that go beyond the plan. Ricard Ndom is obviously not a superhuman, he's just a nerd who loves fitness.

But now that the other party has awakened, this is a problem.

Narezzano got rid of the fat man impatiently, and said to the maid: "Let the cleaners disqualify me as a contestant. I don't like accidents."

The maid smiled and nodded, the expression on her face remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.

Paradise Lost is a very private club, and it has a strong guarantee of force. The team of cleaners set off soon, consisting of seven experienced conventional armed personnel who are good at fighting in chemically polluted areas, and three superhumans.

They set up an ambush in advance in the direction of Rickard's advance with a gyroplane, and launched the first strike with a large-caliber sniper rifle.

This isn't the first time they've dealt with such unexpected situations, and the contestants' awakening to death and extreme circumstances is completely understandable.

Most of the time, investors will regard this awakening as their own good luck, which will erupt a higher sense of expectation and greatly increase the amount of bets.

But there are also people who don't like this kind of accident and will immediately clear the contestants, such as that Mr. Omega.

Cleaners will not comment on the guests' choices, they will execute orders meticulously, unless there is a little accident
Rickard lowered his head and broke the neck of the last militant. His strength was so great that he even pulled the opponent's head off his neck.

He threw his head aside and said over the intercom: "I'll find you."

"I'll find you." Narezzano frowned and looked at Rickard's face on the big screen, feeling a kind of shame.

The other guests in the hall seemed to be looking at him with strange eyes. Narezzano pushed the maid away, and walked towards the tarmac by himself, with a hint of displeasure on his face: "Take all the people you can send out, all Send him out and kill him, or I will destroy this place."

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