Tang Zheng had already noticed this one-meter-long cube, but for the sake of safety, he did not act rashly. He was originally hesitant to trick the high school student into checking it out, but now there was no need.
The cube is completely black, like the ink in an inkstone, exuding a simple atmosphere. It rotates rapidly with one corner as a support point. When the Internationale sings the last note, the rotation stops and floats into the air. Six
The planes lit up at the same time, flashing the heads of everyone in the room like a revolving lantern. After about ten seconds, the images disappeared, and then a bloody declaration of killing was typed.
"Toys, please me with your lowly lives and sweet blood!"
"You are so brazen. Do you know who I am? You will be jailed for doing this kind of prank. Let us go." Kang Songde is worthy of being a leader. After his face fell, he also had an official air of calmness and self-reliance. Unfortunately, there was no trace of anything on the cube.
In response, the subtitles are still displayed on their own.
"The survival challenge game will start in five minutes. Please choose equipment. Each person can only choose one type."
With a click, the floor under the cube cracked, and two rows of one-meter-high hollow steel frames rose up in the shape of a cross. Twenty silver metal boxes, a dozen types of firearms, and five test tubes were placed on them.
Green capsules in.
The bald man's eyes lit up and he immediately rushed over. He picked up a domestic Type 95 assault rifle. After removing the magazine, he saw the yellow-orange bullets and couldn't help laughing.
"It's actually the real thing." Zhao Jingye muttered, his face full of doubts, and he also had a premonition that the matter was not as simple as a prank. Then he saw the bald man skillfully loading the magazine, pulling the gun and making aiming movements.
He was so frightened that he rushed directly to the steel frame. After hurriedly picking up an AK74, he breathed a sigh of relief. Now it seemed that only firearms could bring him a sense of security.
"Oh, it is indeed the Lord God." The high school student didn't feel a trace of fear, and fumbled around with various weapons excitedly, and finally chose an M4A1, which is often used in FPS games. He originally wanted to get another golden desert weapon.
Eagle, but as soon as his fingers touched it, a blue electric current appeared and spread all over his body instantly.
Boom, the high school student foamed at the mouth and fell to the floor. However, he did not lose consciousness, but his body that kept twitching showed the pain he was suffering.
"Old Lin, come here and pick up a gun. Our survival depends on this thing." Seeing the tragic situation of the high school students and the subtitles on the cube, the bald man gave up the idea of getting another gun and waved to the inmates to get their guns.
"Don't be stunned, get it quickly." Zhao Jingye yelled at the flight attendants and shouted, "Don't care if it's a prank or not, survival is the most important thing."
The ten flight attendants woke up as if from a dream, and ran over one by one with rapid breathing, reaching out to grab the firearms, when they heard Tang Zheng stop loudly. Everyone was stunned and looked at him in confusion.
The bald man was startled. He pointed his gun at Tang Zheng angrily and cursed, "I'm crying. I don't want to live anymore. I scared your grandpa to death."
Tang Zheng ignored him. Now was not the time to be impulsive, because the five-minute time limit was coming and he had to get more information.
"What is the survival challenge we are going to participate in?" Following Tang Zheng's question, everyone was startled and turned their attention to the cube.
"The rules do not allow you to tell survivors the content of the challenge." The words printed on the cube screen made everyone feel disappointed, and the following words made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"However, given that all participants in this challenge are newcomers and no conquerors who have survived more than three survival challenges are participating, the survival rate is less than one thousandth. Silver Trojan makes an exception to provide challenge content for the toys."
“Survive the zombie siege of Los Angeles for fifteen days!”
No one cared about zombies. The flight attendants were frightened by the extremely low survival rate. Zhao Jingye even shouted angrily, "One in a thousand, why don't you just let us die."
"Please note that you still have two minutes to select equipment." The cube ignored him, and the words displayed on the screen caused the flight attendant to panic again, and she was about to get the weapon anxiously.
"Stop." Tang Zheng kicked the steel frame. Due to excessive force, more than a dozen firearms were knocked down and hit the floor with a clicking sound.
"What's wrong with you? Why don't you choose a weapon quickly? We don't have time. Do you want the stewardess to challenge the zombies with bare hands?" Zhao Jingye was furious with Tang Zheng, and then he cursed at the stewardesses, "This guy is a lunatic.
Don't listen to him, I will take you to survive."
"Hey, are you already aiming at leadership? You are so confident." The bald man sneered, but he didn't fight for any rights. His family knew his own affairs, and he looked like a prisoner uniform, so no one would listen.
For him, as for force coercion, he has to wait until he sees some kind of zombie like that.
"What are the equipment, what are the requirements and restrictions?" Tang Zheng took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the time pretending to be calm, and then observed the equipment on the steel frame. He knew that he must set a good standard for these people.
Only by building a stable and reliable image can you gain a little more leverage in the competition for group leader.
Thirty seconds of silence. Everyone stared at the screen with wide-eyed eyes, not daring to blink. There was a layer of sweat on their foreheads. The flight attendants were uneasy. Even Zhao Jingye was a little annoyed and regretted that he chose the equipment too much.
It was almost time, and he should be more cautious, but the next moment, he laughed happily.
"No comment!"
These four cruel words instantly shattered the expectations of the flight attendants, and some of them even couldn't help crying.
"Damn it, you're kidding us and wasting our time." Kang Songde gritted his teeth angrily, but looking at the various equipment in front of him, he didn't know how to choose, so he muttered to himself, "Why don't you choose capsules? This is the least, and it should be the most.
Useful, well, according to the evil taste of that cube, maybe it is just to make us fight for this limited capsule. Damn, how could I encounter such an unlucky thing?"
The maintenance man couldn't bear the pressure, so he directly picked a Type 95, held it in his arms, and hid in a corner of the room. The remaining flight attendants were completely at a loss and didn't know what to do.
"Please note that you still have fifty seconds to select equipment." After seeing Lao Lin also choose a 95 rifle, the bald man patted his shoulder, and then read the subtitles displayed on the cube in a narrow voice, stimulating
Everyone's nerves.
"Damn it, I can only hold three magazines." Zhao Jingye wanted to bring more magazines, but when he took the fourth one from the shelf, he was shocked hard and couldn't help but cursed,
"It's less than a hundred rounds of ammunition, just use it as an egg."
"Stop yelling, it's business to find a way to get more magazines." The bald man couldn't laugh anymore. After testing that there was indeed electric current on the magazine, he cursed with an unlucky face.
"Choose the AK74 assault rifle. It has three magazines and has more bullets than a pistol. It is also simple and durable, and even black and white children can have fun with it." Zhao Jingye rolled his eyes and paid attention to the stewardess. Anyway, they didn't
If he knows how to use it, the magazine will not be in his bag by then.
"Bah, you all choose Type 95. I'll teach you how to use a gun. This fool looks like an amateur at first glance." The bald man was furious, obviously understanding Zhao Jingye's sinister intentions.
"I'm stupid. It's not as good as a player's gun. It's only a person who can use it. Besides, the rifle is too heavy and cumbersome. How can I outrun the zombies with it?" Zhao Jingye was also anxious. If it weren't for the fear of being electrocuted, he really wanted to
Switching to a Type 95 would save him an argument with the prisoner, but a few pistols would be good for self-defense. In any case, he decided that no matter what firearm the stewardess chose, he would use sweet talk to trick her into it.
"Please note that you still have twenty seconds to choose."
"We don't have time. Hurry up. Choose the AK74. This guy is lying. He doesn't know how to use a gun." Zhao Jingye saw the bald man skillfully inspecting the firearms and understood that they should have been soldiers for several years or at least have some contact with them.
He worked with firearms, but he still kept telling lies. He didn't want to place his wealth and life on someone he didn't know, and he was worried about not being able to learn to shoot after emptying a magazine? As an elite, Zhao Jingye had this confidence.
"Sportsmen, you are already running slowly, and if you carry a ten-pound rifle on your back, aren't you just waiting to die?" The high school student was completely thinking about the flight attendants and won their favor by the way. Unfortunately, as soon as he said these words, he
He received a solid kick from the bald man.
The flight attendants were confused by their quarrel. Generally speaking, people are more willing to listen to the advice of acquaintances when they have no decision. So if Tang Zheng hadn't interrupted, they would have chosen ak74.
"Choose protective clothing, otherwise you will die!"
"Damn it, are you going to fight me hand to hand, or are you going to let us fight, and you hide behind and pick up what's ready?" Zhao Jingye cursed loudly, spitting stars flying all over the sky. Originally, the persuasion was about to succeed, but in the end, this kid couldn't even say a word.
Death scared everyone again.
"Please note that you still have ten seconds to choose. The countdown starts now, ten!"
"Stop arguing. I have a way to get a gun. Wear protective clothing. This will increase your chance of survival." Tang Zheng picked up a silver metal box with the word "protective clothing" written on it.
"Nine!"
"eight!"
"Don't forget that we have to survive for fifteen days. According to your shooting skills, three magazines can kill ten zombies, which is good. At least wearing protective clothing will make melee combat safer." Tang Zheng was still trying to convince them.
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"six!"
"five!"
The countdown was like a reminder, filling the whole room with the sound of rapid breathing. Now was no time to hesitate. Consonde gritted his teeth and picked up a metal box. His movement was like a stone thrown into a pond, causing a stir.
In a chain reaction, the flight attendants quickly picked up the boxes one by one.
"one!"
"Nima, if you don't get a gun, I'll kill you first." Seeing that there was nothing he could do, the bald man originally wanted to smash Tang Zheng's two gun butts to vent his anger, but his arms disappeared. Everyone was the same.
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"Time's up, the transmission begins!" A line of subtitles was printed on the screen of the cube silver Trojan.