infinite boiling

Chapter 2
Tang Zheng had noticed this one-meter-long cube a long time ago, but for the sake of safety, he did not act rashly. He was hesitant to fool the high school student to check it, but now it is unnecessary.

The whole body of the cube is dark, just like the ink color in the inkstone, exuding a simple and simple atmosphere. It uses a corner as a support point to rotate quickly. When the last coda of the Internationale falls, the rotation stops and floats into the air. Six The plane lights up at the same time, and the heads of everyone in the room flash like a revolving lantern. About ten seconds later, the images disappear, and then a bloody killing declaration is issued.

"Toys, please me with your low lives and sweet blood!"

"Don't be ashamed, do you know who I am? If you do this kind of prank, you will go to jail. Let us go soon." Consonde is worthy of being a leader. In response, he still displayed the subtitles on his own.

"The survival challenge game will start in 5 minutes. Please choose equipment. Each person can only choose one type."

With a click, the floor under the cube cracked, and two rows of one-meter-high hollow steel frames rose up in a cross shape. Twenty silver metal boxes, more than a dozen kinds of firearms, and five test tubes were placed on them. green capsules in.

As soon as the bald man's eyes lit up, he immediately rushed over, picked up a domestically produced 95-style assault rifle, unloaded the magazine, and saw the yellow-orange bullets, he couldn't help laughing.

"It's actually the real thing." Zhao Jingye muttered, his face was full of doubts, and at the same time, he also had a premonition that the matter seemed to be not as simple as a prank. Then he saw the bald man skillfully reloading the gun and making an aiming action. Frightened, he rushed directly to the steel frame, picked up an AK74 in a hurry, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Now it seems that only firearms can give him a sense of security.

"Oh, it really is the main god." The high school student didn't feel a trace of fear, and excitedly groped for various weapons, and finally chose an M4A1 that is often used in FPS games. He wanted to get another golden desert weapon. Eagle, but as soon as his finger touched it, a blue electric current popped up and spread all over his body in an instant.

Boom, the high school student foamed at the mouth and fell to the floor, but he didn't lose consciousness, but his twitching body showed the pain he was suffering.

"Old Lin, come here and pick up a gun. We all depend on this thing for survival." Seeing the tragic situation of the high school students and the subtitles on the cube, the bald man dismissed the idea of ​​picking up another gun, and waved to his fellow inmates to get a gun.

"Don't be dazed, take it quickly." Zhao Jingye yelled at the stewardesses, "Don't care if it's a prank or not, the most important thing is to survive."

The ten stewardesses rushed over as if they had just woken up from a dream. They were about to reach for their firearms, but Tang Zheng stopped them loudly. Everyone was stunned and looked at him for no reason.

The bald man was taken aback, and he pointed his gun at Tang Zheng angrily, cursing, "Weeping, I don't want to live anymore, I scared your grandpa to death."

Tang Zheng ignored him. Now is not the time to act impulsively, because the 5-minute time limit is approaching, and he must obtain more information.

"What is the survival challenge we are going to participate in?" Following Tang Zheng's question, everyone was startled and turned their attention to the cube again.

"The rules do not allow survivors to be told the content of the challenge." The words typed on the cube screen made everyone very disappointed, and the following sentence made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"However, since this challenge is all newcomers, no conquerors who have survived more than three survival challenges participated, and the survival rate is less than one in a thousand. The silver Trojan made an exception to provide challenge content for toys."

"Survive fifteen days in Los Angeles under siege!"

No one cared about zombies, the stewardesses were all frightened by the extremely low survival rate, Zhao Jingye roared angrily, "One in a thousand, why don't you just let us die."

"Please note that you still have 2 minutes to choose equipment." Cube ignored him, and the words displayed on the screen caused the stewardess to panic again, anxiously going to get the weapon.

"Stop." Tang Zheng kicked on the steel frame. Because of excessive force, more than a dozen firearms were knocked down and hit the floor with a crackling sound.

"Why are you so nervous? You don't have time to choose your weapon. Could it be that you want the stewardess to challenge the zombies with bare hands?" Zhao Jingye was so enraged by Tang Zheng that he scolded the stewardesses, "This guy is a lunatic. Don't listen to him, I will lead you to live."

"Oh, you've already aimed at leadership? You're really confident." The bald man sneered, but he didn't fight for any rights. His family knew his own affairs, and no one would listen to him with his prison uniform. As for him, as for coercion by force, he has to wait until he sees that damn zombie.

"What do these equipments have? What are the requirements and restrictions?" Tang Zheng took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the time pretending to be calm, and then observed the equipment on the steel frame. He knew that he had to set up a set for these people. Only by having a stable and reliable image can they gain a little bargaining chip in the battle for team leader.

After 30 seconds of silence, everyone stared at the screen with wide-eyed eyes, not daring to blink, and there was a layer of sweat on their foreheads. The flight attendants were uneasy, and even Zhao Jingye was a little annoyed, regretting that he chose equipment too quickly Now, he should be more cautious, but the next moment, he laughed happily.

"No comment!"

These cruel words instantly crushed the expectations of the stewardesses, and some of them even couldn't help weeping.

"Holy shit, you're playing tricks on us, wasting our time." Kang Songde gritted his teeth angrily, but looking at the various equipment in front of him, he didn't know how to choose, so he murmured to himself, "Should I choose capsules? This is the least thing, it should be the most Useful, um, according to the bad taste of that cube, maybe it is for us to fight for this limited capsule, Nima, how could I encounter such unlucky things.”

The maintenance worker couldn't bear the pressure, so he picked up a Type 95, held it in his arms, and hid in a corner of the room. The rest of the stewardesses had no idea what to do.

"Please note that you still have 50 seconds to choose equipment." The bald man saw that Lao Lin also chose a 95 rifle, patted him on the shoulder, and then narrowly reported the subtitles displayed on the cube, stimulating everyone nerves.

"Damn it, I can only take three magazines." Zhao Jingye wanted to bring more magazines, but when he took the fourth one from the shelf, he was shocked severely, and couldn't help but yell, "Less than a hundred rounds of ammunition, it's useless."

"Stop yelling, it's the right thing to find a way to get more magazines." The bald man couldn't laugh anymore, and after testing that there was indeed current on the magazines, he cursed in disgrace.

"Choose an AK74 assault rifle. If it has three magazines, it has more bullets than a pistol. It is simple and durable. Even children in Heifei can play with it." Zhao Jingye rolled his eyes and focused his attention on the flight attendant. He will use it, and the magazine will not be in his pocket by then.

"Bah, you all choose the 95 style. I'll teach you how to use a gun. This idiot looks like an amateur at first glance." The bald man was furious, obviously understanding Zhao Jingye's sinister intentions.

"I'm just bah, it's better to use a pistol, which can be used by individuals. Besides, the rifle is too heavy and is a burden. How can you outrun zombies if you hold it?" Zhao Jingye was also in a hurry. If he wasn't afraid of being electrocuted, he really wanted to Changing to a Type 95 would save me from arguing with the prisoner, but it would be nice to bring a few pistols for self-defense. No matter what, he decided that no matter what gun the flight attendant chose, he would use sweet words to trick him over.

"Please note that you still have 20 seconds to choose."

"No time, hurry up, choose AK74, this guy is lying, and he can't use a gun." Zhao Jingye saw the bald man skillfully inspecting firearms, and he knew that they should have been soldiers for several years or at least have been engaged in contactable guns. Firearms work, but lies are still coming out of his mouth. He doesn't want to pin his wealth and life on someone he doesn't know well. Besides, he is afraid that he won't be able to learn how to shoot after emptying a magazine?As an elite, Zhao Jingye has this confidence.

"Playing guns, you are running slowly, and you are carrying a ten-pound rifle on your back. Isn't that waiting to die?" He got kicked by the bald man solidly.

The stewardesses were dizzy from their quarrels. Generally speaking, people are more willing to listen to the advice of acquaintances when they are not making a decision. So if Tang Zheng didn't interrupt, they would choose AK74.

"Choose protective clothing, or you will die!"

"Damn it, are you going to fight hand-to-hand with Lost, or are you going to let us fight, and you hide behind and pick up ready-made ones?" Zhao Jingye yelled, spitting stars flying all over the sky. The persuasion was about to succeed, but this kid didn't say a word. To die scared everyone again.

"Please note, you still have ten seconds to choose, now the countdown starts, ten!"

"Stop arguing, I have a way to get a gun, and I choose protective clothing, so that the chances of survival will be greater." Tang Zheng lifted a silver metal box with the words protective clothing written on it.

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Don't forget that we have to survive for fifteen days. According to your shooting level, it's not bad if you can kill ten zombies with three magazines. At least it's safer to fight hand-to-hand with protective clothing." Tang Zheng was still trying to convince them. .

"six!"

"five!"

The countdown was like a death talisman, filling the whole room with the sound of panting. Now is not the time for hesitation. Consound gritted his teeth and picked up a metal box. His action was like throwing a stone into a pond, causing In a chain reaction, the stewardesses picked up the boxes quickly one by one.

"one!"

"Nimma, if you can't get a gun, I'll kill you first." The bald man saw that there was nothing he could do, and wanted to smash Tang Zheng's gun butts to vent his anger, but his arms disappeared. Everyone was like this .

"It's time, the teleportation begins!" A line of subtitles appeared on the screen of the cubic silver Trojan horse.

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