“You said nobody saw anything back there? ”
After confirming the safety, a thin fire broke out and the wind rose.
Witch Jane nodded.
In that compartment, the thin fire transmission was sure that the opposite side was scared away by himself, and the disgusting dust on his face: “Did you take off your bottom makeup? ”
Light fire-breathing skin color is white, to accommodate the popular hard man style is painted a deep scale, just hit the ground with one head, black and white mixed unevenly.
Witch Jane nodded sincerely: "Take off your makeup. ”
The thin flame transfer had to remove the only remaining layer of foundation by brute force.
The two men departed from the security zone for the seventh hour of the opening.
The distribution is no different from the memory of Jane Witch.
In view from the top of the mountain - dozens of sections exhibit at least seven geothermal gradients. From the current orientation to the river course, the most secure path requires four additional coordinates, passing through six low heat zones and a safety zone.
When the sun rises, the high temperatures lying on the earth are as if awakened by the devil.
Plant moisture evaporated heavily along the way, leaving 230 players, compared to only 25 possibly above A.
In the ninth hour, Witch Jane sensed dehydration again, the water distilled from the plants was exhausted, the vegetation/dryness in the low heat zone made it difficult to obtain additional water sources.
Light fire-breathing faces are also starting to get serious.
His water reserves are not enough either.
“How long will it take to get back to the Zone now?” The thin fire suddenly opened its mouth.
Witch Jane frowned and replied: "3 hours.” Then add: "This is also a security zone. ”
The thin rumor of fire revealed an incredible look.
Witch Jane tells him to touch the soil: "No geothermal heat. Plants wither because -- air flows. ”
The sun is constantly reflecting between the airflow layer and the soil, and even the marginally accessible safety zone is like hell on earth because of the massive warming around it.
After sunrise, there are no more absolutely safe areas on the map.
The thin fire finally reacted, and I looked at Jane a little more deeply: “Continue to the river. ”
The safety zone is about to disappear.
In extreme heat conditions, lifting the barrel to eliminate the opponent and seize water is the only option.
Witch Jane remembers that the last direction of defense disappeared was the river.
He's in pretty bad shape at the moment. Dry and dry in the mouth, no trace of moisture is detected, and the heartbeat seems to accelerate, but the pulse is extremely weak.
Hot air burned his field of view, looking into the hills, the dead branches of gravel like a desert.
The channel is just ahead, yet almost the same time he arrived with the thin fire, the number of survivors on the right wrist terminal dropped dramatically.
84 people.
In silence, a fierce gunshot sounded from afar.
When the spirit of light fire transmission shook, it was suddenly interrupted by witchcraft when the shock/sharp/gun was erected.
“Wait!” Witch Jane opens her mouth, her voice is slightly weak due to hot water loss, and her mind is struggling to run.
Nearly eight people were eliminated in just five minutes.
The gunshots fluctuated. If resources were sufficient, the race would be nearly halfway there, and most players would not be killed at this moment.
Unless —— resources disappear, athletes find that the race is shorter than they thought, and the nearby form of the riverbank is reversed, forcing all athletes into battle ——
There is only one possibility.
Witch Jane finally recovered her tone: “You heard the gunshot, the river should have dried up. ”
Lightly fired, the teenager's tone is a little dull and soft like a pathetic cat baby.
The message he conveyed was something neither of us wanted to see.
Witch Jane speculated with reasonable evidence, not to mention the thin fire spreading is easy to think of.
Once the river runs dry, there is only one way to access the water.
In that compartment, Witch Jane was loaded quickly with a step/gun.
He glanced at him and looked slightly: “Can you do it? ”
The teenager's face was whiter than two hours ago by more than one colour scale, her lips dried up due to lack of water, and her cheeks were unnaturally red.
Thin fire transmission is even 100% certain - there must be a lens in the show crew that focuses on the witch's face.
Beautiful little beauties are particularly eye-catching because of their fragility.
Thin fires switched a fierce spray/sub of fire, unexpectedly, and Witch Jane followed.
“I looked southeast.” Witch Jane spoke straight.
Even in worse condition, his hand held the gun steadily.
Witch Jane's heart rate accelerated again, and he could even feel her knee trembling slightly, a very visible sign of heat stroke.
But he had no other choice.
Throughout the map, natural resources disappeared and water sources could only be obtained through phase-out players.
He was signaled by a thin fire, which promptly led the two men to dive south.
In the dead branches of the earth, the intense sunlight brings temperatures close to burning the sight of the sorceress. Repeated branch trunks in front of the eyes appear to form a strange circle of star romi cloth, with clear feet still walking numb and unchanged vision.
Twenty meters away, the bark peeled off and the dead leaves made a slight noise as they stepped on.
Two voices.
Nearly a long way.
Witch Jane's heart pounded sharply, and a thin fire-breathing motion beside her.
Not his footsteps.
Two weeks of training allowed Witch Jane's limbs to make conditional reflexes earlier than her mind, and flaming bullets erupted from behind the tree - rubbing shoulders past her left arm.
The thin fire escaped faster than he did, pulling a gun back on the ground in a flash.
Immediately followed were the firepower of the witch Jane.
Seven minutes later, two silver lifeboats popped up behind the bunker.
“It's better to grab a head than just now.” The thin fire relieved the breath, and the stabbing criticized the teammates, quickly moving forward on the supplies, followed by a coarse statement: “Shit, they don't have water either. ”
Turning back, the light-fired eyes poured out.
Witch Jane's condition was worse than when she fired, her pupils slightly dissipated due to the heat stroke. Without physically trained beginners, it's not easy to survive in extreme environments.
“You--" she looked at the wristwatch, “I'll open the lifeboat for you. ”
Witch Jane bit her lower lip and shook her head slightly: “How much is left? ”
“78. ”
Witch Jane lifted her gun and silently followed behind the thin fire.
“Also, the time limit for forming a team is approaching. ”
Witch Jane nodded in a trance and said sincerely: “Thanks, after the game...”
Even if he didn't have much strength, Witch Jane bowed to the thin fire, as if she had seen the company's artist senior. He waved and turned around and left.
Thin fires stared at his back for half a day and suddenly screamed.
“Gun.” He pulled a lightweight machine/gun out of the back and gave it a pretty nasty pain, like peacock hair pull: “I remember, you used this for the rematch? ”
The spirit of Witch Jane is in full swing.
Time gradually pushed towards noon.
Eleven o'clock. 46 survivors.
Twelve o'clock, 35 survivors.
After the shadow of the boulder, Witch Jane gasped.
On his terminal, the kill numbers have jumped to 3.
Half an hour ago, he ran into an E-class player, and it took all his strength and bullets to finish the strangulation.
Still pretty bad hanging.
The wound on the right cheek was split open and the arm hung three colors.
Witch Jane lowered her head, holding the right hand of the gun, and her ten fingers were not bloody. Extreme water loss eventually brought him to a painful fatigue--
Chaos of consciousness, tinnitus, hallucinations.
Every second is most likely to go to sleep and stay strong.
If he's in a coma, the lifebay pops up on the spot and knocks him out.
Witch Jane didn't know that Clawson had been in the studio for a long time.
“Very desperate.” At Xiangxiang's slight sigh: “Okay, catch the announcement in the studio. Under the race system, the Clawson show does not provide on-site assistance to athletes in any way, and this is the third time we have answered this question. ”
“Voting for players must be accompanied by respect for their choices. The red button on the terminal must be very familiar to everyone. He can leave anytime he wants. Axel-”
Axel nodded his head, “Not a great shot, but a very admirable player. ”
Xiangxiang finally smiled.
In the barrage, tens of thousands of comments were brushed together.
Live traffic from the Clawson show hasn't gone down all night. Behind the scenes, the program's editors continually pick out comments that float on the secondary screen.
“Witch, I like you! Aaaah!!!!! ”
“Brother, I'll wait for you to come out QAQ! Look at the escape show almost see what's going on crying!! Don't hold on!!! Worried about you!! ”
“Give the little witch a heart! My mother is so upset about the explosion. Be good. I'll wait for you outside. I'm proud of you! ”
Axel coughs and forcibly moves away from the camera amid countless audience resistance: "Let's take another look at Wei Fei players. Not surprisingly, all the water is now concentrated on him - wait, Wei Fei is targeted? How did Wei Yan get targeted?!! ”
On the north side of the riverbank, a thin fire in the grass is being scouted and broadcast live to fans: "Babies, there are only 29 people left. When I get out, can you paint a wave of swords in the live room?"
He pounded and his voice was pinched.
In the scope, Wei Fei was shot in the right arm.
I don't know if I was injured, I saw his expression - Wei Feng most of the time has no expression, but at this time the thin fire is born to see fear, confusion, and unbelievability.
He's seeing who--
This shitty look is just like the old enemy crawling out of his grave to find him...
Behind the mountain.
The guard turned off the mirror, and the grass behind him was burning like a fire, and I wondered why he could still stand steadily.
Until the redhead jumped up: “Brother Wei, this grass thief is hot...”
As soon as the two men approached, the terminal started sounding the alarm.
The four-hour team time limit has expired and the system will force the players to go to war indefinitely.
“Come up and do what.” The red-haired look of the guard is no different than the look of the lifebay.
“Who did that with White Moonlight just now? It was fucking awesome!” Red Hair Happy Party: “The reason I came up is... Brother Wei, what, your little witch player really doesn't need help? It looks pathetic, I'm not afraid you haven't seen it...”
The guard shouted, quickly loading up: “I'm watching. ”
Redhead freaked out.
Brother Wei is watching? It's Brother Vega, and it's hard on little lovers--
When he saw the terminal enter the red alarm, he panicked: "Brother Wei, don't use a spray. I like sniping, just give me one shot...”
The guard was not moved at all by the crap and his hands flew fast.
With a touch, the redhead turned into a lifeboat and slipped down the hillside.
Twenty-eight survivors remain.
The guard stood on the summit, and the scorching winds surrounded the ground temperature like purgatory.
His body temperature never rose. At his feet, the battery-stripped crew cameras were bored straight to the ground.
The guard did not open the mirror and in a slightly squinted pupil, his gaze was locked in a stone bunker near the riverbank.
Twenty-six.
Twenty-five.
The “25”, which stands for Guarantee, is like a signal, the sound of gunfire ends, and the silver lifebay pops up after the stone.
The guard finally shifted his eyes.
There are 24 left.
Weishi switched guns and the mountain breeze rose like a flame.
Sunlight shines at the top of the mountain, with little visible in the air distorted by temperature, and only the focus of light and light converges at the nearest fold to the sun -
The guard stood there.
In silence, the sound of the revocation/sound/machine shooting loudly.
Twenty-four.
Fifteen.
Down the hill, the thin fire transmission is aware of the wrong, quickly turn off the camera.
According to his assumptions, the game will have to be sawed for at least two hours - players can't be eliminated so quickly.
Yet the numbers on the watch are still dropping rapidly -
“Shit! ”
A thin fire broke out, a shelter in front of him blew up, and the next shot was hit hard--
Thin fire-breathing elimination.
Survival, two.
The music sounded like a cannon in the middle of the sky, and the crew guarding the show stood still: “Is it over? It's over so soon? ”
“Who's the champion - not that there are a few hours left...”
“Wei Yan.” The camera rushed in and answered: "Hurry up and get everybody out. ”
The play nodded and was unexpected. He hurried to adjust the footage to track Wei Yan, then chuckled: “How does Wei's player look overwhelmed? It's not the first game, how can a champion be shy...”
On the screen, the helicopter rang and landed, and a pile of cameras surrounded the interview.
Wei Yan remained silent and spoke to the camera for a long time.
Looking at the mouthpiece, he seemed to say only one thing.
“Not me, I didn't shoot. ”
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Off-site.
Life-saving compartments were lifted out successively.
“Medical team? Is the medical team here yet? PD just rushed, Witch may not be in good shape —— five minutes left? What's going on? ”
At the opening of the cabin, the noise came from everywhere.
“Hey, this player, go back for a medical exam, the medical team —— no, the medical team hasn't arrived yet --"
The dazzling sunlight penetrates through the closed eyes.
The witch Jane was unconscious, her eyelashes moved and there were still no signs of waking up.
With his hands over his eyebrows, the cluttered wavelength of the light finally disappeared and his consciousness returned to calm.
Someone held his hand.
“Respiration 28, pulse 146, severe dehydration.” Man's voice is low and strong: “Give me the water. 300ML, once every half hour, to prevent overhydration, until 2.2 liters. ”
“And glucose. ”
A slightly cooler palm covered Witch Jane's hand, and the infusion needle pierced Witch Jane suddenly moved.
Juvenile eyes closed, white as a clear cheek, beautiful five officials slightly wrinkled, beautiful thin lips bloodless, unconscious like abandoned animals.
“Wei...” he seemed to feel, struggling to speak in the nightmare.
“Well, I'm here. ”
The man held the man down easily, the tiger's mouth harvested, and Witch Jane's bloody left hand was held in the palm of a slightly cooled cocoon.