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"It's so good to be honest and obedient. I have to force me to be rough." After the transformation was completed, Suo Zhongwu triumphantly retracted his finger and pulled out the EMP (electromagnetic pulse) bomb from the waist of the robot:

"Show me the way to find the top three influential... No, the top six big guys. From top to bottom, all the arenas take me around."

The two doormen nodded and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.The one on the left stayed in place to deal with the patrol that might come, and the one on the right humbly bent down and helped Suo Zhongwu into the elevator.In the next half an hour, it became the most competent tour guide in this virtual world, not only taking guests around the silo, but also accurately pointing out where the target was in the private room, without letting the client waste even a second.

When Suo Zhongwu attacked the six tycoons, the ceremonial robot stood at the door faithfully, smiling and saluting every distinguished guest passing by.Those well-dressed rich people didn’t notice the slightest strangeness. They brought their wives, lovers, same-sex couples, or other things, and continued to chat and laugh in the VIP lounge area, and exchange a few words to decide the sale of millions of dollars. .

Whale brain oil candles worth tens of thousands of dollars are lit up in gold and silver candlesticks. The aromatic scent diffuses quietly in the secret space, soothing the nervous nerves of the rich and famous; the teak dining table inherited from the Victorian era, covered with snow-like white fines Linen cloth, filled with fried foie gras, garlic snails and other self-service snacks, let the guests tonight take it at will.But most of them will remain, and then because of being too cold, etc., they will not be dumped into the garbage dump at all.

Few rich men who come here are for tasting wine and food.They just stayed in the rest cabin for a while. When the management is ready, Shi Shiran will enter the elevator car and enter the warm and comfortable theater seats in batches under the service of human servants or ceremonial robots.

The silo with a diameter of 12 meters is divided into three circular arenas from top to bottom.The distinguished guests stayed behind the bulletproof glass, lying on the soft feather bed like the Roman nobles.In front of them, many gladiators collided violently like tanks, digging out each other's intestines with a roar like a beast.

The Omega Arena at the top level is a purely cold weapon battle.The slaves who participated in the war had muscle strengthening and metal fiber meshes implanted in their bones.They will put on various armors from BC2000 to AD1600 and use long swords, two-handed swords, maces, samurai swords, and maces to smash their opponents into meat sauce, and fill the bulletproof curtain wall with broken meat and broken bones.

The sigma arena in the middle has a style of "North American compatibility."Gladiators can choose any infantry firearms since AD1789 to participate in the battle according to their preferences, and auxiliary weapons such as bayonets, daggers, and trench thorns are also easy to listen to.Very often, the arena will also create artificial wind and snow or sandstorms, making slaves like soldiers in a classic battle, struggling between the cruel environment and ruthless opponents.

The Ypsilon Arena at the lowest level has the heaviest taste but the highest technological content.The gladiators registered here have all undergone deep body modification. The prosthetic body equipped is also active in the army, and the trial products that have not yet entered the installation are commonplace.Whenever there is a gladiatorial fight, the arena is bound to become a series of lightning and thunder explosions, or blue or red laser beams flicker wildly, leaving numerous burn marks on the curtain walls, ground and ceiling.

When admiring the gladiatorial fight, the rich would take back all the demeanor at the cocktail party, and yelled at both sides of the battle like a demon.Players who perform well may get their big rewards. Some lucky ones can still go to bed and serve, but most of the slave gladiators will be severely wounded in the cruel fight. They are dying while holding their stumps while waiting. The spectators pointed their thumbs.

With the thumb up, they can receive treatment and wait for the next bloody battle.With thumbs down, these poor people will not only be killed on the spot, but will also be mercilessly ridiculed by the audience.This is their life, short and bloody, completely controlled by their masters like cockfighting and fish fighting.

When Suo Zhongwu was working, he interrogated the six rich men in depth.As he expected, less than 10% of the gladiators who participated in the war were voluntarily signing up, and the rest were either tied up street bums or job seekers tricked by fake advertisements. The male to female ratio was roughly 8 to 2, not at all. Affected by political correctness.

These slaves are destined to be imprisoned for life, and the rewards obtained can only be used to update the equipment, which is worse than the original gladiator slaves in ancient Rome.However, none of the six wealthy rich men expressed sympathy for the gladiators.They feel that they are cleaning up the dregs of society, just like the North American cleaning up illegal immigrants in the 21st century. The inferior people can act as entertainment tools for the elites. They are already lucky. "At least they will not waste social welfare. A cent of taxes. , Nor can it be spent on parasites!

Suo Zhongwu didn't have time to dig deep about what other rich people thought.However, when these Anglo-Saxon elderly men and women enter the arena, all of them have bright eyes, and it does not seem to be guilty.They yearn for blood, they yearn for violence, and they yearn for stimulation that can never be provided elsewhere, so that the large dues they pay are worth their money.

Tonight, Suo Zhongwu overfulfilled the demands of this group of white skins, allowing the group to see an unprecedented farce.When the spotlight hit the round arena and the bionic master of ceremonies announced the opening loudly with an aria, the three arenas from top to bottom spontaneously appeared such scenes:

The thin, aging, white-skinned old man with skin more wrinkled than cantaloupe walked into the middle of the ring in pairs.There was only a small pants left in their bodies, blood dripping from their heads, hands, chests, thighs, etc., and the stimulating electrodes, injection pumps and other therapeutic equipment buried in them were all pulled out.

These guys cried all the way, their tears mixed with various body fluids, falling on the sticky textured steel plate.Even though they were hit hard and groaned in pain every step they took, they were still driven by hypnotic cues and rushed awkwardly towards their opponent:

Omega (Ω) Arena, staged the battle of the century between table legs and chair backs.After fighting each other for a few rounds, the two sides were so painful that they hugged each other and cried. Instead, they were shocked by the drone, which escalated from sobbing to howling within a second.

The battle in the Sigma (∑) arena is much more intense.The two old men held up the sperm whale tooth tobacco pot, and were blown by the artificial storm. At the same time, they had to find a chance to attack their opponents. After a short time, they fell and got bruised and swollen, and their bodies were pricked with blood holes everywhere.