"Well? This is the Death Assistance System?" Ian cursed inwardly.

"The first-level Death God assisting system provides target killing suggestions, and the primary Death God resource redemption." The cold voice sounded in my mind.

"Don't you have to speak? Do you directly exchange ideas?" Ian tried to think: "If there is a level one, there is a level two. What functions does the secondary auxiliary system have?"

Sure enough, the voice sounded again: "The second-level Death Assistance System is activated, and it requires 100 Death Coins to be consumed, and it cannot be activated at present."

Ian thought of the kill success rate just now, and it must be this killing suggestion, but what about the primary Death resource? As soon as he thought about it, those spaces with question marks appeared in his mind again.

"How to exchange for the primary Death God's Resources? What are they all?"

"The primary Death Resource requires Death Coins to be exchanged. The current Death Coins are zero and there is no convertible resource."

Only then did Ian understand what was going on, but the most important thing now is to leave here quickly, and there were only nineteen hours left for the survival time.

"Wait." Ian stopped and thought, "Since he has killed someone, he must not stay here anymore. Since he is going to run away, take the things that Bell has hidden. He said that he has money inside, and even if he escapes, he will not be able to do without money."

It was only about two kilometers in the Mangrove Park. Ian never felt that he could run so fast. When he was limping his legs before, he couldn't even walk fast. Now he can run. For him, this speed is like lightning.

"Under the wooden bridge..." Ian began to search around under the only wooden bridge in Mangrove Park.

"No?" Ian looked for both sides of the bridge, but he didn't find any backpacks, not even a plastic bag.

"Wait...the plastic bag?" He looked at the middle of the river, where a white plastic bag was floating, which was very eye-catching.

"Hiss..." Ian gritted his teeth and endured the cold and pissed the river water like a knife. He finally caught the plastic bag. Sure enough, there was a rope tied to the bottom of the plastic bag. He fumbled along the rope and had a sealed package.

Before I could open it and check it out, Ian quickly returned to the shore and rubbed his legs that were almost frozen. It took a while before he recovered.

"You have to leave quickly." He looked around and then quickly left the park after he decided to one direction.

Luola Town is not big. Ian came to Highway 44 at dawn. Several long trucks were parked in the nearby parking lot. Although it was full of cargo, it was easy for someone to be stuffed into the truck's truck's truck.

Ian was too tired and fell asleep quickly. When he woke up, he was awakened by the continuous sounds in his mind: "Note, there are ten hours left to survive."

"What?" Ian's sleepiness suddenly disappeared without a trace. Did he sleep for more than nine hours?

After listening carefully, it was the sound of the truck telling the running on the road. Through the gaps in the tarp that covered the cargo, you can see that it was already daytime and the snow seemed to have stopped.

"Ten hours! Ten hours! What should I do, what should I do!" Ian was immediately anxious and scared. Judging from the previous incident, the reminder of survival time would not be fake. If he really had no survival time, he would definitely die. And if he thought about it with his feet, he would never have a chance to do it again. He didn't want to die just like that.

"I want to live, I must live." The desire to survive made Ian's heart firm and calm down again, and he began to carefully consider how to kill someone again within ten hours.

"It's daytime now, I'm in the car..." As soon as Ian thought of this, the Death Assistance System prompted: "The current speed of the car is 95 kilometers per hour, and the driver's mortality rate after the accident is 79%, and the competitor's survival rate is 67%.

"Car accident? By the way, car accident!" Ian began to plan how to create a car accident in ecstasy, but as time passed, he still did not think of a good idea.

Ian was anxious and patted her hard under her body, and her palms were sore. When she looked again, she immediately noticed that the car was pulled with logs with a diameter of nearly one foot. As long as the wood was pushed onto the road, it would definitely cause a big car accident.

Ian immediately started to act, but soon he became lost again because the wood was firmly fixed on the car by ropes, and it would be difficult to shake even if it was pushed down.

"Oh..." After a while, he suddenly thought of something and opened the backpack that he had been fished out of the river.

Suddenly, Ian's eyes were as bright as a bull's eyes, and he gasped, and his heart was about to stop.

I saw many stacks of dollars in my backpack. Ian swears that he had never seen so much money, so he started nervously... counting the banknotes.

Each stack of 100 US dollars is 50 stacks, which is 500,000 US dollars. Apart from these, there is only one package of very tight memory. Judging from the eavesdropping Bell's words, the things in this memory seem to be more important than the 500,000 US dollars, so Ian put it in his close-fitting top pocket.

"It's a pity, it's such a pity." Ian whispered, disassembled the stacks of dollars and reloaded them into his backpack.

After hesitating for a long time, he came to the rear of the car, lifted the tarp, looked at the many vehicles driving at high speed on the road, and said in his heart: Sorry, I didn't mean it, but only by doing this can I live.

Then he shook his hands hard, and the 500,000 US dollars rushed out of the rear of the truck within two seconds. The banknotes flew everywhere, and the cars following behind the truck were the first to be hit. The sight was blocked by a large number of banknotes and immediately stepped on the brakes.

"Squeak...bang...bang...bang..." The tires rubbed against the ground and made a harsh sound. Several cars suddenly collided, followed by the coming car on the opposite side, the coming car behind... The whole road instantly became a hell...

After the truck driver discovered that he had a car accident, his first thought was to leave here quickly, step on the accelerator and quickly leave the road to death.

After Ian threw out the money, he hid again immediately and did not dare to look back. He was afraid that he would feel too guilty after watching it, so he had to hide and comfort himself: I want to live, I didn’t kill people on purpose, I was forced...

But he soon realized that it was impossible to avoid it. The voice in his mind told him that the car accident he had caused by himself had killed thirteen people on the spot, which almost broke his mind.

It took me a long time to find this haggard young man when the driver checked the goods.

"Hey! Young man, when did you hide in my car?" the driver asked in surprise, because he had hardly stopped along the way.

"It's not my fault...it's not my fault..." Ian stared at the boss's eyes without a trace of expression.

"Young man?" The driver looked at his eyes and was shocked. He thought that the young man had suffered some blow and ran away from home. He advised: "Young man, don't be too frustrated. Everyone has experienced such embarrassing experiences. They will blame themselves, feel guilty, and feel powerless. When you live long enough, you will understand that all this is just a small part of life, only God..."

When the driver said this, Ian's eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed the driver's arms excitedly and said, "I just want to live, I'm not wrong!"

"Of course, of course, everyone has the right to live. When you are forced to do so, as long as you can live and make some mistakes occasionally, it is not a big deal." The driver was startled by Ian.

"Yes, I want to live, I was forced, I'm not wrong..." Ian repeated a few times again, and then his eyes were full of color.

"What is this?" Ian looked around and then came to his senses. Before he could speak, his stomach gushed.

Ian said awkwardly: "Sir, I'm really sorry, I'm actually a beggar. The people in the place where I was staying were not friendly, so I sneaked into your car."

"So that's the case, I'm saying." The driver smiled, forgave Ian. Then he took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to Ian.

"I think you are in good health. You can take it for a full meal and find a job. The beggar's job is not decent."

After Ian thanked him, he left. He was not thinking about going to have a meal, but complaining about why he was so stupid and why he threw out all the money. Even if he left a few stacks, he believed that it would not affect anything, and he would not have to continue begging.

"Oh, forget it, I don't want to do that anymore, so... go and eat something first." Ian shook his head and left here.

An hour later, Ian came to a small alley with a torn cotton coat picked up from the trash can. He looked up and then walked forward for more than ten meters, pressing his face against the cold wall, and instantly grinning his teeth, but he didn't stop and kept pressing his face against the wall, Xiang was looking for something.

After a while, Ian smiled and said, "It's this."

He leaned his body against the wall, put the torn cotton coat on his body, and said to himself: "Hehe, this family must have never expected that someone would borrow their fireplace to keep warm outside the house."

After lying down, Ian breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and checked the strange scene in his mind again.
Chapter completed!