Death Inquisitor

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As soon as these words came out, the faces of Chris and others became even more ugly.

Five hundred people are not enough. Do we need a thousand? There are only less than 15,000 people in such a big city. Killing 1,000 people is simply a scam!

And I don’t know if it’s expensive to redeem weapons. If it’s extremely expensive, it would be even more deceiving.

But none of them have points now, and they can't open the redemption page yet, so they don't know the price of redeeming the same weapon at all.

"Then, your mutual trial begins! Friendly reminder, you can get the flat map of the doomsday city by memorizing the map silently. You can also get the coordinates of other teams. Go and purify the darkness in front of you. See you in 12 hours!"

"map!"

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, voice-overs in different languages ​​but "uniformly" sounded throughout the apocalyptic city.

Because it is recited silently, there is no need to shout it out.

But the audience can still figure out "this scene".

Uh-huh!

Screens of light visible only to themselves and the audience were projected from the watch.

Chris could clearly see from the map where he and others were located, which was on a street in the west of the city.

There is a small green dot on it representing these people.

The same team will only display such a small dot within a certain range. If someone is a certain distance away, a separate one will be displayed.

But looking at the map, the dots are all the same size. Therefore, they had no idea how many enemies they had found.

Everything depends on luck, maybe there is only one, maybe hundreds!

"About 500 meters behind us and then turn left for 600 meters, there is a red dot! Boss, can't you get up?"

Someone shouted to Chris.

I'll paralyze you! Chris cursed in his mind.

He just wants to have a good sleep in bed. It's ten o'clock in the evening in country M. He has drunk so much wine. He will be so groggy that he has no energy to fight.

But when he thought that he only had 12 hours to take action, Chris could only nod his head no matter how reluctant he was.

Otherwise, when he wakes up, it will be too late to say anything.

"Let's go!" Following his order, nearly a hundred people rushed towards the target in a chaotic manner. There is no discipline at all, just like a bunch of rabble.

On the map, the force represented by the red dot seemed to have discovered that Chris and the others were approaching. Instead of giving in, he chose to come forward.

The teams represented by the red dots around them saw that the two parties had a tendency to start fighting, and they also came closer one after another, intending to compete with the snipe and the clam for the fishermen's profit.

In the entire west part of the city, one-third of the teams are gathering here. The others are either too far away or in a wait-and-see state.

In the east, south and north of the city, similar things are happening.

"Asshole! Why don't you find an opponent to fight." Chris also noticed this situation and couldn't help but cursed, and then stopped moving forward.

He had no interest in being taken advantage of or ambushed.

So he took a group of his men and turned around and left.

Went to find another team that descended on a secluded corner.

Seeing Chris's team retreating, those who had their own wishful thinking sighed. In the end, they could only disperse one by one and look for their goals.

But they dare not take direct action, because previous events have shown that every team here is very cunning. Who knows if there will be people "watching" with the idea of ​​​​picking up bargains.

No one wants to be the first, everyone wants to be the last hunter.

"Boss, there is a red dot approaching us, what should we do?"

Chris didn't know that the targets he picked for the second time were actually only 13 people.

In the Middle East, he is also a well-known arms dealer. In the past, his power was much more than that.

There are more than a hundred people in the middle and high-level backbone alone. However, they were hacked in a transaction not long ago, and many people were killed or injured. Then it was taken advantage of by several competitors and was almost destroyed.

So now there are only 13 key middle and high-level personnel left.

It can be said that they have just experienced several major defeats, and they are somewhat innately afraid of fighting and killing.

Like a frightened bird.

Now when they saw someone coming to trouble them, everyone's faces suddenly became very frightened.

"Mad, what else should we do? Run! There are more than 14,000 people in total. Look at how many points we are on the map. Are there two hundred? This means that there are at least dozens of people in other teams. Man, how can we fight with them?" shouted a foreign man with a stubble on his face.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad and angry in my heart. It was so unlucky for me to even drink cold water between my teeth. Damn it, even the Death Judge is bullying them now. This trial is not fair at all.

What does it mean to let them judge each other? It's not enough for these few people under his command to be judged.

The others immediately looked at each other, looked at the map carefully and calculated, and found that what their boss said really made sense. Everyone's faces were panicked, what should I do?

Unexpectedly, they accidentally became the weakest team in the entire map.

On the other side, Chris and the others soon discovered that the team in a remote corner began to escape and was moving away from them.

"He actually ran away!" Chris' face

Overjoyed.

This shows that the opponent's strength is quite weak, and even they themselves lack confidence.

"Hurry up! There is a group of cowards ahead! Kill them and we will have points to buy weapons!" Chris shouted.

The others immediately cheered.

But after just cheering for a while, everyone's expressions looked a bit off.

Buying weapons, I guess, why does this feel weird? Don’t they always sell weapons?

I hope Death Judge’s place won’t be as ridiculously expensive as when they sell weapons!

But then I thought about it, if it was too cheap, wouldn't other people be able to buy a lot of weapons? And then use it against themselves?

This feeling of wanting the weapons to be cheaper but also worrying about being too cheap deeply tortured them.

In the end, thousands of words were summed up in one sentence: "Damn! Why didn't I find people who sell arms so annoying before?"

Chris didn't notice anything unusual about the people under his command, and he was still encouraging people. ..

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