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Yun Fan also followed with a smile.

"If you don't dare to ask for advice, it's better to learn from each other"

Pan Yuting didn't say anything, and walked into the elevator with a small bag.

Seeing him leave, Yun Fan stood on the spot and smiled secretly.

This billiards queen is really proud, it seems that I have to make her understand a truth, what is meant by outsiders!

After smiling, Yun Fan put his hands in his pockets and continued to walk forward.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the landlord’s warehouse.

Yunfan is ready to enter the trial mission again, this time trying to complete the series of survival on the deserted island.

It doesn't make much sense to drag it any longer.

The virtual screen ejected.

"Whether to continue, Desert Island Survival Series Trials"

Yunfan raised his hand and clicked the confirmation button.

Then the corners of his mouth lifted up and smiled slightly.

"This time, let the three desperadoes know that I'm not annoyed little master!"

As Yun Fan's fingertips fell, the whole person disappeared in an instant.

......

Everything in the picture.

At the same time, in an abandoned and unfinished building far away abroad.

A group of men in black are in the building.

After the lens is zoomed in, it is not difficult to find that these people are very different in age.

There are uncles in their forties, as well as teenagers.

Now these people are either fighting each other, squatting on the ground and smoking, or leaning against the wall with their eyes closed.

The atmosphere seemed loose but extremely cruel.

Because strength is respected here, you have to keep the embankment from being attacked or killed by your companions!

On the concrete steps, a man with short hair was sitting drinking a can of beer.

He held a cyan demon mask in his left hand, with a number written on the forehead of the mask.

number 17.

This is his current code name!

At this moment, another man with red hair came over. This man was tall and had a playful expression on his face.

"Hey, new here, I heard that you killed the hill, right?"

On the 17th, the man with inch hair raised his head sharply.

There was a slightly angry expression on his face.

"I don't like people calling me that way! If you want to die, you can say it again!"

"Heh, the tone is quite arrogant!"

The tall red-haired man continued to laugh disapprovingly.

"I'll call you a newcomer, if you can bite me, you won't!"

With a cruel expression on the face of the man with the 17-inch hair, he instantly shook his hand with one hand!

"Bang" the can of beer in his right hand was squeezed and exploded.

At the same time, suddenly the oxygen around him became thinner.

The red-haired burly man immediately felt that he couldn't breathe.

Keep breathing deeply.

"call!!!"

"I...I...I can't breathe anymore!"

No. 17 sneered cruelly.

"My ability is to control a certain range of oxygen around me. That's how Senior Hill was killed by me!"

"Now you can also go on the road, Senior 10!"

As he finished speaking, the oxygen within a few meters around him became thinner.

The red-haired man ranked No. 10 in the mask organization. At this time, his face was pale and his expression was distorted.

He wanted to breathe but couldn't breathe, and the feeling of suffocation seemed so terrifying on him.

She covered her neck and couldn't even speak.

Soon his eyes rolled, and the whole person fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

In the mask organization, killing one's own companion is not only without punishment, but also a reward for improving the ranking.

Because here, the weak eat the strong!

"Senior No. 10, you are really vulnerable!" The man with a 17-inch hair still sneered while sitting on the steps.

Just when he was about to stand up and take over the opponent's No. 10 Fang mask.

A middle-aged man lying on the concrete floor in front of him breathed and sat up.

The middle-aged uncle was full of scum, a bit of vicissitudes and decadence. He was about 40 years old, and he was considered the oldest person in the mask.

When I was lying on the ground and sleeping, there was a red guitar beside me!

The middle-aged uncle sat up and drank the mineral water with a smile.

"You were tricked on the 17th, this guy on the 10th is teasing you."

These words made the man with the 17-inch hair pause slightly and raised his head with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Am I being tricked?"

As soon as the voice fell, the "corpse" on the ground

I stood up instantly, and then there was still a playful expression on his face.

"New here, don't the one I just pretended to look like?"

Seeing this scene, the man with the 17-inch hair looked extremely surprised.

Some even can't believe it.

"This, how is this possible, you just suffocated and died, why..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted with a smile by the uncle sitting on the concrete floor.

"The power of No. 10 is immortal. He is an invincible existence. How could he be killed by your little trick? You are too naive."

Hearing this, the man with the 17th inch hair was shocked.

"Immortal?"

Is this too exaggerated?

Even if No. 17 has a strong ability to control oxygen, but now he finds that he is too small in the mask organization.

I can't believe it, there are still people in the mask that are immortal and immortal!

Soon No. 17's eyes moved to the uncle's body.

Frowned and said cautiously.

"Then what is your ability?"

The middle-aged uncle smiled lightly, and then took out a mask of red fangs from his arms.

The number 6 is carved on the forehead of the mask.

"Hehe, immortality can only be ranked 10th here, what do you say I am?"

Seeing the No. 6 red mask, the man with No. 17 inch hair instantly took a breath, and his body trembled unconsciously.

Unconsciously swallowed.

"Guru~"

There are a total of 20 people in the mask organization, and they have to fight each other every day to get rankings.

Elimination means death.

Among these 20 people, No. 10 is a watershed.

The 9 characters in front of No. 10 are all horrible and intrepid existences!

They are generally not eliminated, because no member dares to challenge them!

At this moment, the two masked members who were fighting each other not far away, the battle is now over.

One body was full of blood, and there was one of his hands on the ground.

The other had his neck broken and was planted in a pool of blood.

The blood-sparkling man stood still and gasped.

"Special! From now on, I will be the 13th!"

As he finished speaking, a seemingly gentle man wearing gold glasses came downstairs.

Wearing a high-end suit, he looked polite, and he clapped his hands and laughed as he walked.

"Good job, you were promoted on the 14th!"

The blood-sparkling man bent over to pick up his severed hand, then gritted his teeth and looked at the man with glasses going downstairs with blood in his eyes.

"No. 1, don't be proud, I will break your neck sooner or later!"