The Demon’s Menu

The moment the bodyguard with the gun rushed into the ward, Beard, lying on the bed, broke free.

Bang, bang!

The special ‘binding belt’ was broken one by one.

Beard turned over and got out of the bed, raised his hand to grab the head of the bed, and jerked it.

Stuck!

Originally used rivets to penetrate the floor, the steel canopy bed completely connected to the floor directly pulled up a large piece of land and tumbled on the bodyguard.

boom!

A muffled sound was mixed with the sound of broken bones.

The bodyguard, whose chest was sunken by the steel frame bed, was spitting blood in his mouth, his eyes were dim, and he was obviously unable to live.

Beard raised his hand and picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground, and rushed out directly.

The stunned assistant, before he could react, pointed the gun directly at his brow.

"Calm down, Beard."

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"Put away the gun."

The assistant who was pointed at by the gun rebuked at Beard, as if it was not him but Beard who was pointed at at this time.

The assistant looked calm and proud.

It's not pretentious.

He has confidence.

The confidence from the ‘Send family’.

He believes that Beard will make the right choice.

Even if he just wanted to have someone "kill the other party".

In fact, it is the same.

When the assistant's voice fell, he saw the hesitation in Beard's eyes.

The assistant smiled.

"This world is like this."

"Kneel to live."

"And being alive is the most important thing."

"Beard, you should put your innocence aside and learn to compromise with the world."

As the assistant spoke, he raised his hand, ready to take the gun in Beard's hand.

But at this moment--

boom!

The gun went off.

Fire from the muzzle came out.

A blood hole appeared between the assistant's eyebrows, and the arrogance on his face began to freeze.

thump.

The body fell to the ground.

Beard looked at the corpse with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

upset?

A little.

The former security consultant regretted his impulse.

But I don't know why, but now he feels relaxed and happy in his heart.

This is a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.

On weekdays, he always feels that he can't breathe.

And now?

He felt free breathing.

Subconsciously, Beard lowered his head and looked at the gun in his hand.

The grip of the gun is firm and cold to the touch.

"Freedom?"

Beard whispered to himself, turning his head to look at the doctor who was still in shock and had not recovered at all.

"Do not kill me!"

"I……"

"Thank you for saving me."

Beard interrupted the doctor's panicked words and said very sincerely.

Although in a coma, Beard knew very well about the outside world.

This is not about awakening ability, but after a car accident, someone injected him with medicine.

What kind of medicine, Beard didn't know.

He only remembered that someone appeared in front of him after he was hit, and then gave him a shot of medicine.

The figure is blurry.

He can't remember the other's face clearly.

However, he remembered the other's voice.

‘The price of what God gave you is already marked. ’

The voice is a bit low, but very magnetic.

Beard can guarantee that when he hears this voice again, he will remember it.

As for the old housekeeper, why did he lie when he asked?

Isn't everything obvious?

When he was in a coma, he could still perceive everything in the outside world.

The old butler ignored him.

The attending doctor fights for the last bit of life for him.

He knows everything.

"Is that what that guy wants?"

Beard couldn't help thinking about the vague figure.

Beard didn't know what the other party wanted, but he knew that the other party had a considerable purpose, so he would do that.

From the death of Young Master Send, all this seems to be moving in an unknown direction.

An invisible net seems to tie him into it.

The layman hiding in the dark controls this big net and the people on the net.

Including him, Send 9, the old housekeeper, the doctor next to him, and...Jason.

Thinking of Jason, Beard's face changed slightly.

He knew exactly what the old butler would do, but he couldn't change it.

Now he...

"Roslow?"

Beard read the nameplate on the doctor's chest. After calling out the name, Beard immediately continued: "Now tell your family immediately, leave area F, go to area D, or area E, no matter what. Stay in Area F again, remember not to use any public facilities, and drive away from the country road with enough food and water."

"Oh, oh, I'll call right away."

The attending doctor was stunned, and then finally recovered and immediately took out his mobile phone.

Looking at Rosslow who was calling, Beard looked out the corridor.

He heard footsteps.

The well-trained kind.

Obviously, the old butler has found something wrong.

"Although no more people can be changed, I must save the Rossro in front of me!"

This belief rose in Beard's heart.

He took a deep breath, felt the strength that he had never had in his body, realized the strength of it, and rushed straight to the door at the end of the corridor.

...

"what?"

"The bodyguard responsible for the finishing touch was killed by Beard?"

"All?"

"The subsequent ones have been killed?"

The old housekeeper was sitting in the car, and after another assistant answered the phone, he kept shouting in exclamation.

The old housekeeper's cold face was a little bit surprised.

Then, there is anger!

An anger out of control.

An offended anger.

After the two were added, the old butler directly spoke.

"Let the Family Guard clear him out."

The old butler said coldly.

"Yes."

The assistant immediately dialed another number.

Listening to the communication between the assistant and the Family Guard, the old housekeeper adjusted his sitting posture. Instead of leaning against the soft sofa, he sat straight.

Some habits have long been imprinted in the soul of this old housekeeper.

It will not change due to changes in the environment.

Including daily habits, and...

The habit of handling affairs.

"Does anyone else want to reach out to the'Send Family'?"

"Is it the Deron family? Or the Cisse family?"

"Or the mice in the gutter?"

"But no matter which one!"

"The hand you stretch out will be chopped off, and then you will pay the price!"

"A heavy price!"

After passing through the family's enemies and possible enemies in F area, the old butler showed a sneer on his face.

He was ridiculing these people's irresponsibility.

The power of the "Send Family" in Zone F is not as simple as it seems.

Even in the ‘game’, there is absolute control.

"Just start this time with the death of Jason."

The old housekeeper said softly.

...

Click.

The chains and the doors of the cage were opened almost indiscriminately.

Jason rubbed his wrist, took the short-handled wide-blade machete in his hand, and just stood up.

He was the last to ‘go out’.

The "survivor" has already left for 3 hours.

The last of the ‘Mammers’ left was also 5 minutes ago, and the earliest one had exceeded 20 minutes.

Obviously, during the preliminary round, he impressed the ‘game organizer’ too deeply.

The other party does not want to see the situation of'one through three' again.

Of course, the efforts of the ‘audience’ are also on the one hand.

However, compared to the former, Jason believes more that the latter is ‘participating’.

Insider?

Unspoken rules?

unfair?

Those who care about these will only make it harder to survive.

When you are unable to resist, you need to hibernate.

When you have the ability to resist, you can become a'chess player'.

If you don't give you a chance to become a'chess player'?

Then set off his chessboard and smash their heads!

This is one of the life rules that Jason learned in "The City That Never Sleeps".

Right after the ‘Live by Unscrupulous’ article.

After the two were added together, the sense of beauty that produced made Jason hate the city that never sleeps even more.

I also let him go wherever he goes, I think it will be heaven.

The people are kind, the food is delicious, the beds are comfortable, and there are hot baths.

The copy world in front of you?

No exception.

Or even better,

Because the food is free!

The three-day free nutritious meal, although not tasteful, made Jason feel comfortable, who has been eating, especially after increasing his fullness by 3 points.

3 o'clock satiety is nothing for Jason now.

But if you go deeper, this is also a life.

The most important point: Free!

Nothing makes Jason more happy than free food.

If so, it must be the food that brought the satiety.

Therefore, Jason at this time has a pretty good mood.

It is the same even if it takes a little time to hunt the ‘busters’.

That's right!

Hunting the ‘Madker’!

Only when the mother gun ‘crazy ones’ go to hunt ‘survivors’.

The real ‘Madker’ is going to hunt the ‘Madker’!

Therefore, from beginning to end, Jason did not set his sights on the ‘survivors’.

No matter what these ‘survivors’ are involved in this ‘game’, they are weak in a sense, and Jason has no habit of swinging a knife at the weak.

Of course, the premise is not to provoke him.

Provoked him?

God, eat it for you too.

Step on, step on.

Jason stepped forward.

The design of this cell is no different from that of the preliminary round. One side is the cell and the other is a solid wall, and the exit is at the end.

At this moment, the two metal doors at the end had already been opened.

Different from the daytime during the preliminary round, this time is night.

Through the door, the line of sight can clearly see the night sky, stars and moon.

And as it approaches the gate, the beautiful night sky becomes clearer and clearer.

Jason looked at the starry sky and continued to stride forward.

The ‘audience’ in Jason’s live studio was anxiously playing barrage.

"Foot! Foot!"

"Jason! Look at your feet!"

"Trap! Trap!"

...

Pieces of barrage floated across the screen, but Jason couldn't see it at all, and he continued to move forward.

Click!

Suddenly, Jason seemed to guess something at his feet.

The metal piece rang.

Two curved steel rings with sharp teeth hit Jason's right leg directly.

boom!

Jason seemed to have no time to dodge, so he was locked in his right leg by the ‘catcher’.

And this is not the end.

Whoosh!

In the sound of breaking through the air, a cast rope flew from the darkness. After touching Jason, the two-meter-long cast rope automatically swung around, wrapping Jason firmly.

"Quack, Jason, who is ‘optimistic’?"

"That's it?"

In the sneered voice, a man with a slightly thin body and a dazzling cockscomb head came out.

Tactical boots, camouflage pants and vest, both hands wear tactical gloves, and the right hand holds a ‘crossbow’. Two bags of crossbow arrows hang on the side of the tactical belt.

The other party dressed up like a soldier.

But the other party does not have the unique temperament of a soldier at all.

There is only a slick hostility, especially when the other person is walking, shaking and shaking, and chewing gum in his mouth.

The other party swaggered over to Jason who was bound.

The right leg is clamped by the ‘catcher clip’, even if the leg is not broken, it still loses mobility, not to mention the ‘casting rope’ restraint caused by the ‘automatic casting rope’.

Once trapped, even some guys who call themselves Hercules can't escape.

Therefore, this ‘madger’ is very relieved.

"Your head, I will accept it."

The ‘madger’ stood in front of Jason and raised the crossbow in his hand.

The front end of the crossbow arrow shot with cold light, and the moonlight shining on it at night made it even more chilly.

The excitement on the face of the ‘Maser’ chewing gum reached its extreme.

The excited opponent's saliva began to flow involuntarily, even if it was chewing gum, it could not prevent the saliva from flowing out of the corner of the mouth and dripping along the chin to the ground.

The other party didn't notice, and smiled ‘hoho’ on his mouth.

Finger is about to pull the trigger.

"It's over! It's over!"

"Jason is going to die!"

"The legs are clamped by the'cat trap' and the body is bound by the'casting rope'. This is dead."

"I have always been optimistic about Jason, how could this be?"

"This is the charm of'Games'!"

"The seemingly powerful'Brazer' at the last moment will most likely be killed by a small accident. Wasn't that the same for Jason in the preliminary round? The current rematch is just a reverse."

"What I said upstairs makes sense, but I'm a stud! What should I do?"

"I'm also stud, what should I do with the same question?"

"The two upstairs, let's go to the rooftop together!"

"At least, not lonely!"

"It's cruel upstairs, shouldn't you pray for miracles at this time?"

"Just pray!"

"A miracle will happen!"

"miracle?"

"Who believes who is a fool!"

...

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the barrage of Jason's live broadcast reached a peak.

The dense barrage almost obscured Jason in the video.

The speeches are even more varied.

There is an objective analysis.

Do not believe it.

There are also troublemakers.

Naturally, there is also prayer.

It's just that the prayers themselves do not believe that miracles will happen.

Their mentality is roughly, what if you try it out?

then--

The "miracle" really appeared.