Resident Evil Chronicles

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When Chris came near the arena, he found that it was already crowded with people who had signed up for the competition and some had signed up for betting, but half of the people came to watch the arena competition.

Like everyone else, Krisin was wearing a hooded robe and a pure black mask covering his entire face. Using the cover of the crowd, he cautiously mixed into the audience area.

Immediately afterwards, Chris pretended to be a local here, facing the citizen who was also dressed in robe and looked at the male figure and asked, "Hey, what is the bet today?"

The man glanced at Chris slightly, and then noticed that Chris was wearing this badge on his chest, and quickly replied in an obedient manner: "It's still the same. The bet is money. Those who don't have money are directly promoted to contestants."

"Participants?"

Chris subconsciously asked his question, and then the man said strangely: "This gentleman, have you never been to a arena before?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, I have been working with the mayor for a long time, and I have time to come here today."

Chris, who knew his failure to say something, quickly used his brain to say these things and prepared to prevaricate, and the man didn't doubt anything. He said clearly: "So, I really don't have much time to work with the mayor. Mr. What do you need to know?"

"Um... tell me all about it."

"Ok."

It turns out that this so-called arena is actually a large-scale casino, but in addition to processing money, it will also bet on one's own lives.

The reason is also very simple. The quality of life of the lower class is quite bad. Most people want to live the life of the upper class and do not want to be the cash machine in the eyes of the mob. Therefore, this casino is the only opportunity for the lower class to become the upper class.

The reason for betting on life is also because the amount of bet is quite large, and the lower-level people can't pay this kind of money that they can't make in this life. If the bet loses, they can only use their name to pay off the debt.

Hearing this, Chris asked: "What is the content of the gambling?"

The man looked at the huge round arena of the arena and replied: "Just one, survived the attack of the zombies. Those who take the initiative to participate, if they survive, will get a large amount of unimaginable wealth. You can also get badges worn by upper-class people like you, Mr. He."

Chris heard the shocking news and quickly suppressed his inner surprise, and then said in a flat tone: "Heh~ the lower class are really pitiful, but also, if you survive, you can welcome a good life. "

"Yes, but so far, no one has survived, because the mayor will not easily let the lower class have a chance to become the upper class."

"I mean, gladiatorial games will be very difficult, right?"

"That's not it. In the last gladiatorial match, all the 20 lower-level players who participated were eaten by zombies, but they have to pay the corresponding price for their choice."

"It's true."

Although Chris spoke with an indifferent attitude, he felt the madness of holding a arena in his heart. This was clearly a means for the upper class to play with the lower class. He watched the lower class struggling to survive for life. The rich in the real world are the same as the common people, there is no difference.

"In addition, I would like to ask, is there any special effect when we wear these costumes? The mayor only told me to dress like this before."

The man replied indifferently: "Sir, it doesn't matter whether you wear these upper class people or not. The most important thing is the lower class people like us."

Chris lifted up and motioned: "Tell me."

"It's not that some thugs will take advantage of this gladiatorial match to see what new prey appears. We dress like this to avoid malicious people."

"That's it."

Chris nodded and made it clear why, and then stopped talking, patiently waiting for the arena match, or waiting for the ghost face to appear in front of him.

Huh~hu~

At this time, in the stands in the center of the arena, a man in an elegant suit took a microphone and blew a few times to test whether the microphone had any problems. Then he said loudly: "Everyone, the most expensive upper class, are like the moth. The lower class people, thank you for coming. According to the usual practice, we rushed directly to the theme. Please come to the venue to gather this group of lower class participants!

"Oh!!!!!"

Bang~bang~bang~

Accompanied by the cheers of everyone in the arena stands, one of the gates of the arena stadium slowly rose, and then twenty men came out one after another, and all of these people’s clothes were It was replaced with a uniform white, and the corresponding numbers were painted with red paint on the front and back.

The man in a suit watched the twenty low-level people arrive at the competition site, and then said using the microphone: "The first group of low-level people has already arrived. Now we have our great mayor to supervise this game!"

Wow!!!!

Hearing the arrival of the mayor, everyone's emotions rose higher than before, and the audience was in an uproar. Among them, Chris also focused his attention on the central stand and pretended to be emotional just like the surrounding audience. So as not to make yourself look very different.

Da~Da~Da~

Immediately afterwards, the ghost face that looked exactly the same as Wang Xiao, with a mask in his hand, slowly walked to the stands. The pair of weird vertical holes subconsciously scanned all the surrounding stands. When passing by Chris' position, there was no The slightest pause was skipped.

"Huh~"

Chris in the stands, when he noticed the ghost face scanning the entire area, he involuntarily began to tense. After seeing the other party not discovering himself, he breathed out gently to calm his nervousness.

After the ghost face scanned the audience, he rudely snatched the microphone from the man in the suit, and then said: "Gentlemen and ladies, thank you for coming to this game site. Today, let us see what are the lucky lower players. People, lucky to survive the game."

"Oh!!!!!"

Seeing the emotions of the audience in the stands, the ghost face smiled slightly, as if satisfied with this enthusiasm, and then continued: "For the difficulty of the competition, and to take care of the lower-level players in the competition, the survival time of the competition is the original 30 minutes. , Change to fifteen minutes!"

"Fifteen minutes?! The zombies can't finish these people at all!"

"Don't take care of the lower class! They all deserve to die!"

"Thirty minutes of callback!"

"Mayor! I have a question!"

One of the upper class men raised his hand to make an opinion under the encouragement of his colleagues. However, Guimian ignored him and handed the mask and microphone to the man in the suit beside him. His face was "kind" and he scanned the surrounding stands. Opinion audience.

call!

"Uh ah!!!"

After a few seconds, Guimian lifted his right hand slightly, and lifted it up. The people who were originally called Xuan in the stands were all black smoke coming out of them, and they were picked up from the stands abruptly. It can be seen that more than a dozen people have been dragged out.

At the same time, the audience in the stands closed their mouths because of the ghost face's action, and at the same time shrank their bodies. They didn't dare to move rashly anymore, and some even trembled all over, looking very scared.

Guimian looked at the person dragged by the black smoke in the air, and said in a cold tone: "I set the rules. You ants dare to defy me. You are so daring, ah!!!"

"Spare!"

"Mayor I was wrong!"

"Spare me, Mayor!"

Hearing the last angry roar of the ghost face, everyone in mid-air began to beg for mercy frantically. However, the ghost face turned a deaf ear and said loudly to the audience in the stands: "Let everyone listen to me, don't give me any opinions, otherwise... ··This is the end!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!boom······

As soon as the voice fell, all the citizens who were dragged in the air by the black smoke had their bodies inflated like balloons from the inside out. Then they exploded bizarrely. All kinds of blood and broken limbs splashed out and spilled in the arena. On the center of the game, the entire arena was filled with a strong smell of blood, it was not too disgusting.

Participants who were waiting at the competition venue were the first to feel the blood and rain in mid-air. Fortunately, everyone was still some distance away and didn't let their bodies get sick blood, but the visual impact was also extraordinary.

"Hey hey...puff hahahahahaha!!!!"

Looking at the piles of mosaics scattered on the playing field, the ghost face lowered his arms and laughed madly, and everyone in the surrounding stands did not dare to say a word, their ears filled with the harsh laughter of the ghost face.

A few seconds later, Guimian took back the microphone and mask from the scared man in the suit, and then said, "Well, the rest are my'good' citizens, so don't worry about this happening to you. Without further ado, let's continue the game!!!"

"Oh!!!!"

As if forgetting the cruel things that happened before, everyone strangely restored their previous enthusiasm, so that Chris, who was a normal person, or a normal conscious body, couldn't react.

"Well, now that the first batch of participants are ready, let's welcome our beast to the stage!!!"

Bang~bang~bang~

After Guimian said these words, the iron gate at the other end of the playing field slowly rose. Chris, who was in the stands, also looked at it curiously, and the surrounding citizens calmed down and prepared to watch. See what kind of monster it will be this time.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

I saw three T-103 tyrants coming out from behind the iron gate. Chris saw this scene and looked at the unarmed and unarmed lower class, and said to himself: "Oh my God, where is this arena, it is clearly the slaughterhouse of BOW!"