Zhou Lin

Headache, this was Sakaki's first feeling when he woke up.

As soon as he regained consciousness, the smell of blood flooded into his nostrils, and his instinct to deal with danger made him sober immediately.

"Huh..." He adjusted his breathing, quickly sat up from the ground, and looked around, only to find that he was in a small private cabin, with a person lying next to him...

At this moment, although the man was lying on his back, judging from his profile, body shape and clothing, he was undoubtedly Ryunosuke.

"Mr. Arai?" Sakaki rubbed the back of his neck and reached out to push Ryunosuke.

It's okay if he doesn't push. As soon as he pushes, a pool of dark brown blood flows out from under Ryunosuke's body.

Seeing this, Sakaki didn't panic. After all, he was out to hang out, and he had witnessed countless violence and even murders over the years. Therefore, after hesitating for two seconds, he crawled forward for a few minutes and moved towards the dragon. The whole person turned over.

When Ryunosuke turned into a lying position, Sakaki was sure that this was a dead person.

"This kind of wound is like a heart crushed by someone's palm..." Sakaki looked at the shocking gash on the chest of the corpse and thought, "...it must have been Hanazuka's doing."

His speculation was also reasonable - with Hanazuka's strength, it was easy to do such a thing; moreover, although Sakaki did not see who knocked him out, the person following him at the time was Hanazuka. No matter how you think about it, that guy is the most suspect.

"But...why did you kill even Ryunosuke Arai but spare my life?" Sakaki couldn't help but think, "Let me live. Sooner or later, you will be exposed as the murderer...even if you I have never been afraid of being wanted by the federation from the beginning, and with our acquaintanceship, there is no need to deliberately keep me alive..."

He thought as he stood up unsteadily and walked towards the door.

Di - scold -

He tried pressing the switch of the electronic door. Unexpectedly, the door actually opened.

In other words, the person who threw him in this cabin had no intention of imprisoning him, but just casually threw him with the corpse.

"What on earth is this..." Sakaki was about to say something, but suddenly, a dark shadow came into his sight.

At this time, it was at sunrise, and the sea to the east was already azure white. Standing on the side of the ship and looking out, the sight was very wide.

The black shadow that Sakaki saw was like a huge boulder cutting through the sky. It quickly passed over his head and flew to the sea in the distance. Only when it was far away did Sakaki see clearly... it turned out to be a ship.

Although it was not a huge cruise ship like the Clover, it was still a yacht that could accommodate dozens of people. The scene of such a large vehicle flying in a parabola like a rugby ball and finally "shattering" on the sea, This is indeed the first time Sakaki has seen it.

"Well..." Sakaki stared at the fragments of the ship for a few seconds, then groaned, "I have to get out of here..."

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Twenty minutes ago, Clover, banquet hall.

As the sun rises, the "top game" comes to an end.

After a broadcast announcing that "the game time has come, guests are invited to return to the banquet hall to announce the winner", all the guests, whether they were eliminated early or those who felt they had a chance to win, all gathered here again.

Their thinking is easy to understand... No matter whether they have any hope of victory or not, they must at least come and see who wins.

At 5:10 in the morning, the "host" once again walked onto the stage at the bottom of the banquet hall and came to the side of the glass cage.

During the game, the "prize" has been placed on the stage untouched, and there is always a group of black suits guarding it. Although there are some guests who have tried to get close to the prize or to spy on information, they all ended in failure without exception.

"Distinguished guests." The host remained the same, speaking in a straight tone, holding a prompt card and reading from the text, "As you can see, tonight's game is over."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's announce the results quickly!" The host just said a word, and someone upstairs shouted rudely and interrupted him.

The one who interrupted was obviously a drunk guest who had lost everything. Because he lost all the points cards very early, he could only eat and drink until dawn.

The host heard this and ignored him. He just paused and continued: "Before announcing the final result, there is another thing that everyone is very interested in, which will be announced here..."

"Hey! I told you to reveal the result! You're deaf!" The drunk man seemed to be acting like a drunkard, and the two bodyguards beside him couldn't stop him.

At this moment, suddenly, a woman's voice replied: "Are you really that anxious to know the result?"

This sentence did not come from any loudspeaker equipment, but appeared directly in the minds of everyone present; not only that, what is even weirder is... everyone can feel the source of the sound , which is the cage in the center of the stage.

"what happened?"

"What was that just now?"

"Is he really a person with abilities..."

"Be careful, it may be dangerous."

For a moment, the banquet hall was abuzz with noise. Guests, gamblers, bodyguards... all reacted to this matter from their own standpoints.

"Ha! Hahahaha..." After a moment, the drunk guy laughed and responded loudly, "So what?"

call--

Before he finished speaking, his body was pulled out from the railing on the third floor by an invisible force and flew towards the stage at an extremely fast speed.

puff!

In less than two seconds, his head hit a corner of the glass cage hard... and exploded like a watermelon.

When his body fell, his right hand instinctively grabbed the black cloth covering the cage and pulled it off completely.

As the black cloth was removed, people saw the woman in the cage again; she was still wearing a mental patient's straitjacket, still tied up with iron chains, and still wearing the iron mask that could completely cover her face. .

But at this moment, she was no longer kneeling, but stood up.

"This... is the result." She said these words when the body fell to the ground and began to twitch.

"Ah——" When a murder occurs in a public place, the first scream is always made by a woman, and this time is no exception.

This scream seemed to be some kind of signal, causing the order at the scene to collapse instantly.

Seeing this sudden and very obvious scene of "people with abilities killing people", the guests all chose to run away immediately; their lives were precious, and they were afraid of nothing more than 10,000.

So, in the blink of an eye, all floors of the banquet hall turned into a mess...shoving, jockeying for the way, and yelling at each other happened one after another.

However, people soon discovered that in the few minutes they focused their attention on the stage... all the exits had been blocked.

Bang bang——

"Damn it! I can't open it!"

"What's this?"

"It's impossible...my right arm is a modified and strengthened prosthetic limb. There's no reason..."

Another thing that makes people feel uneasy is that the doors and walls here are incredibly strong. Even though there are some martial arts users among the bodyguards present, none of them can break down the doors or walls. out.

"Don't bother. All the outer walls of this banquet hall are made of 'pure alloy' and cannot be broken by ordinary fish." Just as the crowd fell into chaos, the voice of the small white man rang out.

Of course, his voice did not appear in other people's heads. He just ran to the stage, took the microphone from the host's hand and spoke.

After saying this, he immediately covered the microphone with his hand, turned his head, and whispered to the woman in the cage: "My Lady Delia, you suddenly act so freely... It's very difficult for us to handle, I Even the host script has been written for others..."

call--

Before the little man could finish speaking, there was a sound of breaking wind in his ears.

He followed the sound and saw that it was the host who "flew" out, flew all the way from the stage and hit the wall. However, the host was not directly hit to death like the drunk man, he was just knocked unconscious.

"Okay, okay..." After taking a breath, the little man gasped, his eyes widened, and he looked at "Lord Delaya" and said, "I will be in charge from now on! Hahahaha ..." This guy's biggest advantage may be that he knows when to put away his vicious tongue and give in decisively.

Meanwhile, upstairs...

"Open the door! I know there is someone outside, I'm warning you, I'm counting to three!"

"Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me?"

"I hired a whole boatload of professional mercenaries to follow them on the nearby sea. Let's see who dares to make a mistake!"

Celebrities whose personal safety was threatened began to negotiate in a threatening manner, hoping that the people outside would open the exit out of fear.

Unfortunately, this is not possible.

"Hey... distinguished guests." After a while, the little man actually took the microphone and started to host, "Please be quiet and listen to me..."

"Asshole! Let us go!"

"Shut up, you stinking dwarf!"

"Believe it or not, I will have someone go over and chop you up right now!"

But the response was generally the same.

"Alas..." the little man sighed, and even if no one paid attention to him, he would continue to say, "What the host wanted to tell you just now is... the organizer of this 'Supreme Game' is our great Lord Jue."

"What are the five and six figures? Tell me how to get out? Otherwise..." A tall and strong man who looked like a bodyguard jumped down from the second floor, approached the little man, and waved Pretend to take action.

"Brother, can you please forgive me for being wrong?" the little man said weakly to the man.

"You stinky dwarf... do you look down on me?" Seeing that he had no fear, the tall man became even more angry and hit him with his fist.

"Yeah..." At that moment, the little man's eyes suddenly became cold and cruel, "I just look down on you..."

It took him five seconds to say these ten words.

In the second second, he raised his right hand and used one finger to touch the tall man's fist, and then... his finger was like poking into tofu, easily cracking the opponent's skin and bones, and got all the way into the heart of the fist.

Only at the fifth second did the tall man realize what had happened. He quickly retreated and covered his hands, screaming and falling to the ground. At this time, the wound on his hand... it was as if he had punched him hard. A steel bar was so thick that even the bones were exposed.

"All of you who were invited here today are undoubtedly people who are superior to others." After repelling the attackers, the little man did not pay attention to the attackers anymore. He just held the microphone and calmly answered, "You have been here since you were born. From the very beginning, you have occupied social resources that are far beyond the reach of ordinary people. In the near future, you will surely join the 'ruling class' of the Federation. It can be said that... you are the 'future' of the Federation..."

The more he spoke, the more people calmed down to listen to him; on the one hand, it was because people really couldn't find a way out in a short time, and on the other hand, because many bodyguards and gamblers had already recognized him. Out.

The little man's name was Paul Archmon, a native of Oak County; his real name was rarely known and unimportant because everyone knew him by his other name, the Syndicate.

According to the known information on Dao'er, the Syndicate is at least a powerful ability user; in view of this, the woman in the glass cage behind him may not be a fuel-efficient lamp.

"But what exactly is the 'future'? Is it in your hands?" The Syndicate continued, "Or is it in the hands of those civilians?" He smiled, "Huh... both No." He spread his arms, "The 'future' is in the hands of Lord Jue. Without his 'guidance', the Federation would not be where it is today."

At this point, no one in the banquet hall was making any more noise, and everyone was listening silently... what he was going to say next.

"For the sake of this world, for the order and peace of all mankind... Lord Huizun will regularly select a group of followers to help him lead mankind in the next era." The Syndicate paused for a second, then changed the subject, "Of course Yes, Master Juizun needs elites, not mediocre trash; so... this highest game is a 'screening', and your performance in this game... will determine whether you can succeed in Master Juizun. Have a place in the 'future' planned by adults."

"Absurd!" At this time, someone finally couldn't help it and shouted upstairs, "Can you use your guessing and gambling games for people to decide who is the elite?"

"Ha..." Syndicate laughed, "Are you looking down on the 'Supreme Game'?" He continued, "From the stage of looking for assistants to the main show this morning... this game has tested your abilities. Connections, intelligence capabilities, ability to know people and make good use of them, judgment, decision-making, endurance, overall view, knowledge reserve, psychological quality, etc." He looked at the retort, "The so-called 'elite' means to be good at anything. You have to strive for the best in everything; people who say, 'This is just fun and games, that's why I'm not serious, so it doesn't matter if I lose'... will they definitely win if they take it seriously?"

"Then what do you think now?" A few seconds later, another person upstairs asked.

"That's a good question." Syndicate responded, "Actually, it's nothing... I just want to ask all the guests with more than 60 points and your entourage to follow our ship and go somewhere. " He shrugged, "As for the others...since there is no place for you in the 'future', huh...please die here."