Abyss Express

Foreword:

[Life is like playing chess, if you make a wrong move, you will lose everything——]

[—— Sigmund Freud]

[Part ①——Roller Coaster of Flame Explosion]

Entrance to the Mines at Mimir Hot Springs Bazaar.

The two hundred-meter-high arcade stone gates are the legacy left by the giants.

Among them, the magnificent mural reliefs, the weird and curious statues of mountain monsters and beasts, and the fossil relics brought back from the depths of the ground were all transported to the museum in the city center.

In fact, today, its radio station and workers' square have become empty, only the dilapidated workers' dormitories and the lights in the exile area prove that there are still human activities here.

Thousands of turnout systems control the direction of the intertwined and jagged tracks.

A full twenty-eight floors of mine station diversion nodes form a huge mine road vein, which separates coal stones, non-ferrous metal minerals, natural gas, eclogite and geothermal lava in different rock formations.

The prosperity of the mining industry in the past is no longer there.

The Mimier Hot Spring Market has played a new trick on this complicated and complicated mining road.

If your memory is good enough—

——I still remember that not long ago, the brothers of the Red Rock Rock Band mentioned a fresh and exciting amusement project.

Its full name is [Flame Burst Roller Coaster].

One hundred hand-operated human mine carts depart from this ancient mine station, pass through various turnout nodes, and finally arrive at different destinations.

From the one hundred minecarts, five lucky minecarts will be selected and sent to the bottom road of the hot volcano, jumping between the obsidian glass rock formations, and rolling in the looping roller road.

People scrambled to choose their favorite contestants and squandered their blood and sweat on the gambling table.

Until the bravest and luckiest warrior takes the crown. The winner takes all, and the loser takes the dust—this is the gambling industry at Mimir Hot Springs Bazaar.

In order to make this game more exciting and diverse, the Qingjin Metropolitan Police Department added the procedure of exiling criminals, making this [horse betting game] even more chaotic.

January 6th is crazy Thursday.

Not only is the KFC discount store, but also the day when the roller coaster race starts.

People are gearing up, queuing up at the Floyd Mine, taking tickets for seats at the ticket window, eating barbecue in front of the big circus tent, and then taking it from the collar of the fiery gambling lady A lucky ticket.

They squeezed at the registration window of [The End of Friendship], stretched their necks, stuck out their tongues, and raised their heads to see clearly the drivers of the ninety-five lucky minecarts on the projection screen, and wrote down the corresponding numbers on the lottery tickets, hoping to get Favored by the goddess of luck, she will get money to change her destiny.

According to the plan, Jiang Xueming and his party boarded the car smoothly.

Their mine car numbers are painted with tracer paint, and in the high-speed camera of the mine tunnel, the backstage staff of the program team will quietly send them to the secret passage of station zero.

Nobody cares about the disappearing minecarts in a roller coaster race in flames -- but another few unlucky ones disappearing in the mines.

If you want to win the first prize of a million pyroxene coins, you must have the consciousness of dying here.

It's just that when Jiang Xueming understood the rules of the game, he suddenly came to his senses—suddenly understood why Wen Bucai repeatedly emphasized the phrase "don't make a living from gambling".

There's no winner in this marseille, it's like

"It's like a ceremony." Jason Megan leaned against the edge of the steel plate of the mine cart, his face was gloomy, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The frantic atmosphere at the scene implicated his inspiration and made him sick.

Bu Meteor also had a heavy expression, feeling very uncomfortable.

Only the little waiter was ignorant and patted his employer on the back.

"Sir! What's wrong with you? Are you motion sick?"

Jason shook his head: "No, I can feel a lot of chaotic and unspeakable emotions. The people in the audience look at me like they are picking beef cattle in a cold storage—you look around."

He pointed to dozens of wide and crowded tracks, densely packed with minecarts of other contestants.

"These people never seem to take their lives seriously."

Various noises came from both sides of the minecart.

Jiang Xueming heard the sound and looked.

On the left, a young lady in her early twenties, with heavy make-up, dressed like a monster, winked at the equipment of the filming team, held a PPK pistol and twisted her waist and hips at the camera, and pulled an advertiser's ribbon. The cloth is only one step away from entering the R18 channel.

She shouted the promotional slogan of the entertainment company she belongs to, telling the accompanying security guards to get ready quickly, ready to shake the handle and spin the steel wheel.

Look at the four old ladies in the Sunset Red team on the right. Their races range from Slavs to Germans. The East German and West German families look like they are about to fight World War II again.

The old medical worker in the middle with the medal of the Soviet Union on her chest specially brought a box of homemade explosives, and the posture of throwing grenades is a unique skill.

The other two uncles in the team pulled up a flag. It was a bread and bakery in the hot spring market, and it was also their slogan - called [Duo Lei's Mother].

Wen Bucai wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and shook his hands like the Supreme Treasure turned into the Monkey King in Journey to the West.

"Too fucking boring."

Mr. Jason's face was sullen, and he felt nauseous in the chaotic and violent inspiration experience: "The madness in their hearts was directly projected into my head."

Jiang Xueming also saw that several mining vehicles had already sneaked away ahead of time, and before the referee in the mining area fired a warning shot, the people on the viewing platform had already raised their guns for justice.

Like a gun salute—

——The slowest hapless ghost turned into a sieve.

The vigilant and brave, cunning and rogue vanguard swarmed out.

Only then did Jiang Xueming understand—there was no whistle and no rules in this game.

A bullet hit the wagon, and Mr. Wen Bucai waved his hand, immediately lowering the heads of the four friends.

"Be careful."

I heard the gamblers on the viewing platform cursing and urging!

"Run! Why don't you run! What are you guys doing?"

"I made a big bet! Hey! Don't just stand there!"

"Wen Luo! I recognize you! You are so capable! Why do you start talking about the morality of fair play knights at this time? Hahahaha! It feels uncomfortable to be pointed at by a gun?! You also have today! You too."

boom--

The high-power pistol bullets of the M500 burst into a cloud of thick plasma in the auditorium.

The bone fragments and blood formed a fan, like a scalding flame, splashing all over dozens of people's bodies.

Wen Bucai pointed his middle finger at the auditorium, kicked off the brake pads, and suddenly drove on this road of no regrets.

"You saw it! He did it first! More than 20,000 witnesses testified for me!"

Wen Bucai pulled his eyelids and made a face, blowing away the blue smoke from the M500 gun.

At this moment—

——Jiang Xueming beeped softly.

"Can I get out of the car now?"

Wen Bucai whistled: "You can think of a nickname for yourself, such as a very popular name like [Duo Lei's Mother], so that when we disappear, no one will remember who we are."

Meteor suddenly looked up: "Wow Wang Expedition?!"

Jason: "Too mentally retarded."

Jiang Xueming: "Slay a dawn?"

Jason: "Too dated."

Wen Bucai: "Red and black?"

Jason: "It's very classic, but the plot is a bit twisted."

Little waiter: "Crime and punishment?"

Jason: "I just got out of a cell, are you serious?"

"Then tell me one yourself!" The little waiter pouted, vigorously shaking the steel handle, urging the mine cart.

Jason smiled, excited.

"We are Lingyun! [Lingyun] whose life is thinner than paper and heart higher than the sky!"

The minecart went all the way down the ramp—

—Rush into the intricate diversion.

There were gunshots and explosions everywhere.

Bu Meteor spit it out directly.

The little waiter showed a worried look, and he was not good at caring about strangers, so he asked Jason: "Sir, he is the same as you! Because of this strong inspiration experience, did you feel sick?"

Jason's expression suddenly became normal: "No, he's just motion sick."

[Part ②——Dead Door]

None of the people who died along the road to madness were innocent.

"Don't think about the name of the ghost under the gun, they have already prepared for it." Wen Bucai emptied the bullet of the M500, and saw the steel wheel of a mine truck on the side cracked, rolling in the mine tunnel, taking a risk. Out of Mars.

The opponents on the minecart fell down and turned into blood and flesh, and lost their limbs under the huge inertial pull.

Jiang Xueming saw it very clearly——

——Enemies who have lost their lower bodies still have to use their healthy limbs to raise their guns and shoot, just like the dead ghosts who fell into the Styx, they have to pull a back.

It's just a matter of breathing in and out.

During the high-speed driving, the scenery along the way is like entering the Pandemani Nan's Great Demon Palace.

Under the illumination of eclogite, sulfur saltpeter and obsidian illuminate the veins of the entire vein.

Behind the huge crystal rock foundations, you can see the companions who died in various ways.

The short video crew that set off together just now has changed the helm - from a fair and beautiful young lady to a strong photographer brother.

The cameraman also held half of the little sister's body, and frantically injected the panacea into the head of Huadan's neck.

Farther away, [Mother Thurey] was in a fierce battle with the other three minecarts.

They seem to have returned to Stalingrad, to Berlin, to their radiant and youthful age.

The Bombardier and the stormtroopers in a group of three cooperated tacitly, and they only needed a round of bullets to kill these young people who didn't know how to live or die.

Howling wildly, laughing ferociously.

All of this made Jiang Xueming feel weird and terrifying in his life.

But he didn't tremble, nor was he bewildered and ignorant like the [worm eggs] before.

This is the people of Mimir Hot Spring Market, their unique entertainment and unique soul.

The little waiter and Jason tried their best to shake the steel handle, and the belt pulled the rollers to spin, galloping forward in the sometimes dark and sometimes grotesque mine tunnel.

Meteor slumped against the iron sheet of the mine cart, with filth still around his mouth, and would only be ababa.

Mr. Wen Bucai listened to the six roads and watched all directions, ready to step on the brakes at any time, and blast a deadly counterattack in the direction of the bullet.

"I need help, if you are ready." Wen Bucai said suddenly: "There are cars coming from the direction of six o'clock and twelve o'clock - I will change to the main weapon and deal with the ones in front. You have to deal with them." Back."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you talking to me?"

Wen Bucai kicked Bu Liuxing, pretending to be surprised: "Oh! So I was talking to you! Mr. Meteor! Can you still raise the gun? You won't stop?"

Jiang Xueming took out his new work from the weapon box.

[TTI·STI CombatMaster]

[Talan Tactics Battle Master 2011]

A competitive pistol produced by Prototype Talan Tactical, a modified model based on the STI2011 gun family.

It made a splash in the movie John Wick, but this weapon is also a first-class killer in real life.

It inherits all the advantages of 1911. If you have a good memory, you should remember that Jiang Xueming got its sister model - SVI Infiniti half a year ago.

The Combat Master has a trigger force of only 2.5 pounds, excellent continuous fire performance and is very reliable.

The dragon-scale fan-shaped anti-slip pattern on the grip and the fiber optic sight seem to be talking, as if saying "When you need to fight at close range, please give me your life."

A warm and frivolous whistle came, and Wen Bucai saw the guy in Jiang Xueming's hand, as if he saw a stripper posing, "I understand what you mean by pulling out a pistol. You want to get closer? Get closer? A one-time solution? The range of the pistol is limited!"

Jiang Xueming pulled the sleeve to load, and chose the safest plan: "Slow down, it's best to stop the car, and deal with the ones behind me first, I don't like being attacked from the back. The accuracy of mobile shooting will decrease. The sound coming from the distance of the mine tunnel, I can hear clearly that there are at least three cars approaching behind us, and I can't guarantee that we can kill them all."

Wen Bucai slammed on the brakes.

Jason and the little waiter stopped shaking the handle in response to the wishes of their teammates.

From the depths of the mine tunnel, a dazzling blood-red gradually illuminated, and the pale headlights had already stained the blood red.

Three mine trucks rushed towards them, and then passed by the next lane. The people in the trucks were still shooting at each other. When they saw the stationary target, they all aimed their guns at Jiang Xueming.

Disorderly gunshots rang out, and the battle master spat out fiery tongues. The gun flames were like lightning, illuminating Xue Ming's face again and again.

Twenty-one gunshots were fired quickly, leaving eight severed fingers ready to pull the trigger, as well as a pile of tattered gun parts.

Before the armed enemies on the three minecarts had time to howl, fragments and shattered metal pierced into their torsos and arms, they all lowered their heads to dodge, trying to crawl into the box to find the panacea to restore their glory, and they were in a mess. Didn't even bother to fight back.

Wen Bucai said with a smile: "I know this move, it's called Disarm. The protagonist likes to use this move, I like to use Avada Kedavra, it's an unforgivable curse."

"Let's go!" Jiang Xueming kicked off the brake pads and put away the fighting master: "Now we only need to deal with enemies in one direction."

Jason sees it clearly and thinks clearly——

——He could feel that the cold young man had a strong murderous intention in his heart just now, but he controlled it with powerful reason in an instant, like extinguishing a flame, like controlling a muscle, and precisely controlled his subconscious mind.

This was the ability that Jason envied and envied.

It was the control he had always wanted to have.

Even in the face of death threats, he can always remain calm and find the correct path to solve the problem the fastest.

If this kid aimed at the heads one by one just now, and wanted to kill them—it would definitely not be the result.

The human body has two sets of motor systems that complement each other, one is controlled by the brain, and the other is controlled by the spinal nerves. Even if the head is destroyed, the neural activity after death will make these crazy corpses pull the deadly trigger.

Jiang Xueming chose the simplest and most direct survival path, destroying the enemy's weapons in the first place.

So many targets, such a chaotic environment.

Jiang Xueming pulled the correct trigger in the correct order.

This ability to find [the door of death] seemed unbelievable to Jason.

The gate of death - also known as the gate of hell.

The notion of this near-death state is mentioned more than once in the official terminology of the station.

Whether it is the physical essence or the spiritual essence, they all have [the door of death], it is like Achilles' heel, no matter how powerful a giant is, it also has a weak heel.

How to knock down a formidable enemy who seems to have no flaws? Only by finding the dead door of the enemy can we reach the end of victory.

In the VIP review process, there is a dead door review test.

Jiang Xueming once experienced the feeling of stepping into the gate of hell. Under the stimulation of strong light and sound, the spiritual essence became fragile and sensitive, and it became difficult to breathe.

At that moment, he saw his own [dead door].

Back to the minecart—

——Jason and Wen Bucai, two old fritters who have been in the underground world for many years, discovered the same thing by coincidence.

Jiang Xueming's talent is outstanding.

The way he found the [Dead Door] was simple, direct, and effective—almost a natural killer.

[Part·③——Nap]

After thirteen minutes of fierce competition.

There were fewer and fewer opponents left. Jiang Xueming asked the crew to slow down. Generally speaking, in this kind of battle royale death game similar to PUGB, the faster you run, the faster you die.

Often the winner is the last one.

But their end point is not how to win the game—it is to follow the arrangement of the warden, enter the fork in the 14th road, and go to the branch of the underground volcano.

The minecart was steady and quiet, and entered the fork as planned, heading for the big jumping platform of the lava lake.

I will never see other enemies on this road again, and I can get a moment of peace in the chaotic and unspeakable fighting.

Jiang Xueming and Wen Bucai also began to shake the steel handle, fearing that they would not be able to jump fast enough to leave their lives in such a place.

Xue Ming could feel that the movement of standing and shooting just now was much smoother than the previous shooting range training.

From stillness to shooting, it seems that there is another limb in the body, mobilizing muscles and bones, and speaking more precise body language.

——This is me after [Transformation]?

At this moment, there was an inexplicable tranquility in his heart, and the body and spirit reached a reconciliation and completed the unity.

This was the first time he faced the enemy's attack after his transformation, and the result was impressive. The seeds of strength took root and sprouted in his body. The practice in the past six months was not in vain, and finally blossomed and bore fruit, growing a sweet fruit.

The sudden sense of weightlessness pulled him back to reality.

They flew up—

——Jiang Xueming felt that time was slowing down.

He saw Mr. Jason hugging the waiter tightly, the lapis lazuli suddenly burst into hot blue flames, and a pair of indiscernible astral palms firmly fixed them in the carriage—that was another kind of bravery, In order to protect someone, you have to go to great lengths to be brave.

He saw Wen Bucai hugging Meteor's nape collar, as if doing Tai Chi, and the movements of pulling and pulling were very similar to the dynamic balance that Teacher Victor maintained when pulling the bookcase. Just fiddled with it a few times, and the meteor swam back from outside the car body like a fish in the current.

He felt that his body was out of balance and wanted to grab something, but his heart sank suddenly. The spirit body in his limbs and bones seemed to hear the order, and the soles of his feet naturally fitted to the iron plate on the bottom of the car, and his hands rested on the edge of the mine car.

When the mine cart landed on the ground, the huge sound and power did not shake Xue Ming's body. His knees were as flexible as two rubber bands, but he staggered slightly, bent and stepped like a rubber man, and immediately returned like a pendulum. Bit, breathing is easy again.

He glanced back, looked up and saw the contestants on the cliff walkway of the mineral lode, still chasing guns and fighting to the death.

"It's a bit offensive to say it," Jiang Xueming thought carefully, "Obviously our inner world is so wonderful, this kind of life-and-death struggle for nothing, seems to be carried out when we are full."

Wen Bucai put Bu Meteor down.

"It's a good thing. In the peaceful and prosperous age, there will be people who are full and desperate to have fun."

"I'm sorry." Jiang Xueming finally put away that echoing attitude: "I shouldn't have said this, it sounds too arrogant."

"Being aware of one's arrogance is also a great thing." Wen Bucai said unhurriedly: "Maybe for you, life is like playing chess. If you make a wrong move, you will lose everything."

Jiang Xueming sat down and had to take a good rest, so that his hot brain and dry eyes could return to their best condition.

he answered.

"Life is worse than playing chess. There is no chance to play another game, and you can't regret chess."

The minecart drove into a deep, distant secret passage.

The iron wheels rolled over the rails, making a noise of crushing stone and sand.

Everything is quiet.

A moment of leisure is the time to rest and refresh.