Heroic Death System

“Come on, where's the money?” The skinhead who drove saw that he had been separated from the pursuit of JC and asked the co-pilot if he was okay.

“When will you release my adoptive parents?” It is open to question.

“If I don't get the money, I won't let it go.” This is his bottom line.

It was silent and said a name: "Green wheat farm. ”

This location is not random, it is indeed one of Tabimi's former strongholds, although it is relatively hidden and unknown to ordinary members of the organization, but bald heads have obviously heard of it and their eyes begin to glow.

On the other hand, Rowen, who is still on the lookout, immediately arranged for a police force to be prepared along the way to Green Wheat Farm.

Green wheat farms are about a thousand kilometres from where they are located, and even if they continue to operate continuously, they will not arrive until at least the next day. The gangsters apparently did not have such good energy and stopped at 11 p.m. at a motel.

“If you don't want to get involved in this hotel, be honest with me.” The skinheads pushed the three of them into a small room, leaving a warning and a guard behind.

“Bruno, what's going on?” The Fergs, in spite of their horror, did not mean to blame themselves and looked to Sankoh with enquiry and apprehension.

“Don't worry,” Jean-Claude soothed, “I won't let anything happen to you. ”

Far from the other end of the banquet, just after the banquet, the first thing to go back to the room was to turn on the computer, I was planning to contact Shanko, suddenly I thought it should be late at night there. After a while of battle, the Heavenly Man finally missed it and decided to wake him up brutally, then video online.

I made the call and it rang for a long time and nobody answered it. Without hesitation, whilst brushing the web page of Country E at will, he made unrelenting phone calls.

Suddenly, he made a move and stared dead at the headlines of the news page - MR. BRUIN's office building was hit by a terrorist attack, three hostages were taken and his whereabouts are currently unknown...

Three hostages… The first thing I thought of was the Jenks and the Fergs.

His fingers trembled slightly and he could barely hold his phone. For a moment, he quickly found Rowen's number and called him.

“What's going on? Is something wrong with Coco and my adoptive parents?” As soon as the phone was connected, the seal shouted out loud.

And they were silent for a few seconds, and they said, "Yes, they were held hostage by a gang of criminals. ”

“How could a gangster find them for no reason? ”

“Do you know Tabim? ”

“I know they were the ones who kidnapped me and Sankoh. ”

“Yes,” Rowen sank, “Tabim didn't intend to let you go after you were rescued, and Buno has been secretly helping JC deal with them to keep you safe.” Paused, added, "since ten years ago. ”

Ten years ago, he was seven years old! Sealing his brain blank, he started protecting him when he didn't understand? It turns out that he had a smooth sailing during the decade, all because cocoa paved the way for him in the dark.

Without knowing the ups and downs in his heart, Rowen continued: "Most of Tabimese's forces have been disintegrated, and now it's their last revenge, targeting you and Buno and your adoptive parents. Fortunately, you were out of the country, or I'm afraid you'll be their hostage now. ”

The sealed brain flashed through a thunderstorm. Are you planning to leave the country? Did he already know it could be dangerous?

No, Coco, how could you do that? We are brothers, we are family, and any danger should be faced together. How is it possible for him to survive on his own if your own peace is in exchange for your own lives?

It was only then that it became clear how much Cocoa cared about him.

“What's the situation now?” The seal forced himself to calm down, as if a storm was gathering in his deep eyes.

“Buno helped us monitor their phones, and they were going to Green Wheat Farm, where we would lay them in advance. ”

“I know.” Hang up the phone, turn over your ID, and take your phone and notebook to the airport.

The next day, the skinheads and the three of them continued their journey with Sankoh.

The nearer you get to Green Wheat Farm, the less traffic you can get along the way.

Ten hours later, a group of people finally arrived at their destination. In front of you is a dense cornfield with a wide view. The farm is very old, with a harvester parked on the apron, piles of grass piles in the corner and middle-aged men dressed as farmers busy in the yard.

“Where is the money hidden?” His bald head looked around vigilantly and his eyes lingered on the two farmers for a moment.

Jean turned around and looked at the warehouse not far away. “All I know is that some of it is buried in the basement of the warehouse, and you need to find it yourself. ”

Naked his men to go in and take a look, and then he said viciously to Jean-Claude: "You better stop playing tricks, or I'll kill them right away. ”

He pointed the gun at the Fergs.

They waited outside and none of the people who entered the warehouse came out.

The bald head began to realize something was wrong, and as he was about to question them, the surrounding corn burst out into a group of heavily armed JCs and surrounded them.

The skinheads quickly grabbed the Fergs and threatened, “Stay back, or I'll shoot. ”

The gangsters were nervous, but no one could hold them hostage, leaving him standing alone.

“How did you find us?” The bald head just finished asking, like realizing something, rushing towards the sanctuary, "it's you! You have a tracker on you! ”

“No, I don't have a tracker.” Still, "the tracker said on you. ”

Naked and reacted immediately, pulled out his phone, roared and slammed the phone to the ground.

“I forgot you were a hacker! Ha ha, okay, I'll plant it today, let's all die together!” Naked head pulls the trigger against Mr. Fergie.

Jean-Claude's eyes hurried, grabbed his wrist and twisted it upwards, "bang” a sound, and the hand-gun fired a bullet in the air.

Meanwhile, the surrounding JCs started attacking, and the criminals were looking for cover.

Jean can pull the Fergs aside and stand in front of them.

Lifting his head and pointing a gun at the bomb on Sankoh, he laughed wildly: "Let me test the power of the bomb now. ”

He pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

“No!” a frightening voice came from not far away.

Unconsciously, he turned around and saw the seal jump off a car and look at him with horror.

With a “bang” of gunfire, you can only feel a sharp pain in your abdomen and tumble backwards.

However, the bomb on his body did not explode.

Skinny, incredible: “Is your bomb fake?” He didn't expect Shanko to be so bold that he didn't have any chips in his hand and could still spin around with them without changing colours.

“So money is fake, too.” Bald eyes are gloomy.

You can cover your stomach and smile and nod.

At this point, bald head was shot by a stray bullet, half kneeling on the ground. The big picture has gone, and JC is fast approaching them.

Feng Feng was just a little relieved and ran after JC.

As he was shaking his bald shoulders, he suddenly had a strange laugh in his throat.

He raised his head and stared dead at Sankoh. “It's okay, your bomb is fake, but I'm not. ”

He pulled a hand out of his arms -- Ray: “Even if I die, I'm going to pull you together. ”

Speaking of which, he pulled the safety plug violently.

At this point, the surrounding JC and the seal are less than 10 meters away, while Shanko and the Fergs are only 4 meters apart from bald heads.

Hand-ray kills typically range from 7 to 10 meters in radius, while shrapnel projectiles can reach dozens of meters out. Once this hand - Ray - explodes, there is no more than 10% chance that Shanko and the Fergs will survive.

The moment his bald head pulled the plug off, he could almost instinctively jump at him. I regret it when I'm done, Nima, this is my hand. What is he pounding? He should turn around, run away, lie down!

“No!” The sealed voice carries endless fear.

Can lift his head and look at the seal rushing towards him, his eyes as gentle as ever, slightly messy hair brushed in the wind, his face showing love (tangled?) The smile...

Boom! Hand - Thunder exploded, the flesh filled with shrapnel, like a dazzling fireworks, brutally blooming in front of everyone.

Covered by a JC, his forehead was rubbed by stone, blood slipped off and slowly penetrated into the corner of his eyes. Yet the final smile was rated in his brain and then collapsed like a broken glass...

[The main task in this world failed. Punishing the mission begins, and in 2 or 60 seconds the mission will go straight to the next world.] The sound of the system suddenly sounds in the brain.

Go straight to the next world? Tell him to say goodbye, say goodbye to the Fergs, say goodbye to the world!

This is the first time the host has failed the task, the system rewards a cursed halo.

Failure and reward? What cursed aura? It's not a good thing to listen to names!

[Cursed halo: indiscriminate curse attack, curse trigger condition random, curse time random, curse target random, curse type random.

Yes: “…”

[Kindly treat the curse halo, which will bring tremendous excitement to the host's journey.

He doesn't need any excitement at all!

[Ask the host to be ready to enter the next world, countdown begins, 9, 8, 7…]

He wanted to struggle, but the system didn't give him time to struggle, and as soon as the second reading ended, he was transferred to the next world.

He finally knew the consequences of a mission failure, with no rewards, no rest time, increased mission difficulty, and strange halo attributes.

You can't even adjust your emotions. The moment before you're blown to pieces, the next moment is the abyss of millions.

Million Abyss? It was a shock that the clouds beneath him were cloudy and deep, and he was growing alone on a tree on a cliff.

That's right, “long."

He's a mushroom now!

Full body is white, crystal clear, and the umbrella cap is stretched and gently swayed in the wind.

At this point, the clouds were suddenly cloudy and the thunder sounded, an invisible pressure approached him, something terrible seemed to be coming.

Stick to a mushroom face and squeeze it completely.