Wasteland Code Survival

Chapter 67 Ten Finals

Wasteland World, the former site of Xuzhou, the first main road of "Thunder City".

Cold-blooded himself wrapped in a brown felt coat, wearing a top hat of the same color that European and American gentlemen liked in old times, if it weren't for the saw-barreled shotgun on the back, and the one on the wrist. That personal intellectual brain is a British gentleman who lived in the era of the first industrial revolution in the 18th century.

The task of contacting the Los Angeles Wind has been cancelled by the organization. The cold-blooded person is now on a rare vacation, but I don’t know why, he could have enjoyed beer and cans in the Thunder City underground bar. He heard about 9527. It was Qi Lin who was trapped in the wasteland survival grand prix, and after the grand prix will be broadcast live today, his feet involuntarily led him to the largest main road in Thunder City.

Against the backdrop of the scene of a doomsday wasteland city, the huge virtual screen full of futuristic technology that appears in the air is so out of place, but at this moment, every player on the main road basically has their eyes on Above this screen.

According to the system announcement not long ago, the "First Wasteland Survival Grand Prix" will be broadcast live when there are only the last ten surviving players left for all players to watch until the final winner is determined.

Regardless of the reason, the attention of this deathmatch among players has risen to an unprecedented height. Let alone, just looking at the crowded scene on the main road, you can see how eagerly the players are waiting. The beginning of the broadcast.

The huge virtual screen is still pitch black, with only a string of huge white fonts on it.

"12/176."

White characters on a black background are very eye-catching.

This is the number of players remaining in this deathmatch.

Everyone present knows that as long as two more players are out of the game, the screen will begin to show the current situation in the game area.

This will be a wonderful game, just like the World Cup and the NBA Finals of the old era... But unlike those games of the old era, in this death match, the difference in the strength of the players has been as large as one... big To what extent, you can see the gambling games opened by the various commercial banks on both sides of the main road.

The Red Dragon Type VI and Thunder City auctions have been circulated among players for a long time. Although the gambling has not yet opened, the live broadcast has not started, and it is not even known which ten players will survive. But a name has been marked on the handicap by the dealers.

"Red Dragon Six, odds are 135:1."

In other words, betting on 135 resource points to crush the Chilong Six can finally win, and after winning, only 136 points can be obtained.

This is an extremely exaggerated odds. Remember that in the old days, the odds of "China National Football Team directly qualifying for the World Cup", which was once regarded as a joke, were only 1:81.

Although the "Red Dragon Type Six Incident" was a slap in the face of Thunder City, it did not prevent players from thinking that he would become the final winner.

Killed a second-level evolutionary and a dozen first-level evolutionaries in just one minute, and broke through the siege in the blockade of revolver guns, large-caliber anti-material snipers, and nearly a hundred guards ,

This is a war weapon that integrates the cutting-edge technology of the old age... If the Maxine heavy machine gun completely ended the era of cold weapons, then the power armor is to increase the killing efficiency that a single soldier can play to the limit.

...

"11/176."

Suddenly, the numbers on the big screen jumped, and there was a commotion in the crowd of players-as long as one more person is out, the final "ten finals" will begin.At this time, every firm that opened a gambling game was crowded with players waiting for the opening of the market. Everyone's resource point trading panel had been opened, just waiting for the opening of the market to preemptively place bets.

Everyone believes that Chilong Six will win, and with the injection of a large amount of gambling money, the odds of Chilong Six will become lower. The earlier you bet, the more you can earn.

Wasteland World, the former site of Xuzhou, the depths of the abandoned city, the competition area of ​​the "First Wasteland Survival Grand Prix".

The intellectual brains on the wrists of Qi Lin and the five members of the Dragon Tooth Hunting Group suddenly rang at the same time. The six of them looked at each other in surprise, and then looked down at their intellectual brains, only a piece of system information appeared Above the screen:

"The remaining number of surviving players: ten, the'ten finals' officially begins. At the same time, the final finals will be broadcast live around the wasteland world. I wish you a happy game!"

Live broadcast?Qi Lin was stunned, and then he was relieved... Fortunately, the live broadcast will only start when the last ten players are present. Otherwise, if all players in the game see what happened that night, whether it is the mysterious man in black , Hunter with unknown origin, or the map and gray card, will bring him countless troubles.

"Live broadcast? Hey, I bet, there must be a lot of gambling games already opened outside. If I knew I should contact the buddies outside, borrow money to help me bet on the Chilong VI, and it will be resurrected. It won't be ruined." Luo Xiang said with a dry smile.

Qi Lin shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true."

"Then who will you bet?"

Qi Lin didn't speak, but lit a cigarette for himself, and threw it to Luo Xiang and the old man.

He doesn't have the habit of smoking often, but when he just passed by a store, he took a pack of ghosts and put it on him. Nicotine can relax people's nerves and make Qi Lin think more calmly.

Opposite the terrifying war weapon, only treacherous tactics and correct judgments can enable Qi Lin to seize a chance to win in countless failed endings.

When Qi Lin and the others were swallowing clouds and vomiting fog, they kept lying on the ground, pressing their little faces against the garbled hands and feet on the cracked asphalt road and crawling up on the ground, pointing to the direction of the crowd at three o'clock, and said: "Two A kilometer and a half away, there were heavy, rapid footsteps, but the heartbeat of the creature could not be sensed. It should be shielded by the heavy armor, most likely that person."

"That person" refers to the Chilong Six, the "fake Crein" driving it.

"Go." Qi Lin forcefully put out the remaining half of the cigarette butt on the street lamp on one side, and said categorically.

Sooner or later, he will face it... and he is already prepared.

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Thunder City.

When the 11/176 jumped to 10/176, the crowd was silent at first, and then huge cheers erupted immediately, and the commercial houses on both sides of the main road were completely boiled, accompanied by the flow of countless resource points. The odds of the Dragon Six have plummeted all the way, while the odds of the other nine IDs refreshed on the handicap are rising - however, almost no player puts the resource points on the remaining nine surviving players.

Only cold-blooded, after barely squeezing into a small business, he said to the NPC guy who was in charge of placing bets: "Red Dragon Six Type, 2000 points...In addition, I bet the player 9527,500 points.

With the reduction of resource points on the personal account, the NPC guy neatly wrote a string of words on a ticket, then knocked on the company's unique anti-counterfeiting seal, and handed it to Cold Blood.

"Red Dragon Six, the odds are 179:1, 2000 points (If the Red Dragon Six wins, you will get the principal including 2011 points); the player 9527, the odds are 1:49,500 points (If the player 9527 wins, you will get this 25,000 points within the gold)."

I took a look at the ticket, put it close to my body in cold blood, and said silently: "I hope this time, you can surprise me again..."

At this time, the big screen is no longer completely dark, but is divided into ten small screens, and the perspectives of ten surviving players are broadcast at the same time.

On the largest split screen in the middle, a ferocious power armor is standing in the middle of the road, holding a dazzling laser blade in one hand, and holding a head with an invisible face in the other hand, on the feet of the power armor. On the side, a headless corpse was lying down.

There was no blood flowing out of the corpse's head and body where it was disconnected. That was because when the laser blade cut it open, the ultra-high temperature had instantly sealed the fracture.

Obviously, this put many players over waiting, and it was also the last kill before the official start of the "Ten Man Finals", which was accomplished by the Chilong Six.