Wasteland World, the former site of Xuzhou, the first main road of "Thunder City".

Cold-blooded wrapped himself in a brown felt coat, wearing a topper of the same color that was favored by European and American gentlemen in the old era, if it weren't for the somewhat painted saw-pipe shotgun on his back and the personal brain on his wrist, he would have been a British gentleman living in the era of the first industrial revolution in the 18th century.

The mission of contact with L.A. Wind has been canceled by the organization, and now the cold-blooded is on a rare vacation, but for some reason, he, who could have enjoyed beer and canned food in the speakeasy of Thunder City, heard that 9527, that is, Qi Lin was trapped in the wasteland survival Grand Prix, and the Grand Prix would start live broadcast today, his feet involuntarily led him to the largest main road in Thunder City.

Against the backdrop of a post-apocalyptic wasteland city, the huge virtual screen that floats in mid-air and is full of futuristic technology colors looks so out of place, but at this moment, everyone on the main road basically has their eyes on this screen.

According to the recent system announcement, the "First Wasteland Survival Grand Prix" will start live when only the last ten surviving players remain, and all players will be able to watch until the final winner is determined.

Whatever the reason, the popularity of this deathmatch has risen to an all-time high, and the crowds on the main road alone show how eagerly awaiting the broadcast begins.

The huge virtual screen was still pitch black, with only a huge string of white fonts on it.

“12/176。”

The white text on a black background is very eye-catching.

This is the number of players left in this deathmatch.

Everyone in the room knows that as soon as two more players are out, the screen will start to show what is now in the playing area.

It's going to be a good game, like the old World Cup, the NBA Finals...... But unlike those competitions in the old days, in this death match, the difference in the strength of the contestants has reached a ...... How big it is can be seen by looking at the gambling games opened by various commercial houses on both sides of the main road.

The Red Dragon Type Six and the Thunder City auction have long been rumored among the players, although the gambling game has not yet opened, the live broadcast has not started, and it is not even known which ten players will survive, but a name has been marked on the market by the bookmakers.

"Red Dragon Type Six, odds 135:1."

In other words, betting 135 resource points to beat the Red Dragon Type 6 can win in the end, and after winning, you can only get 136 points.

This is an extremely exaggerated odds, I remember that in the old days, the odds of "the Chinese national football team directly qualified for the World Cup" that was once regarded as a joke were only 1:81.

Although the "Red Dragon Type Six Incident" was a slap in the face of Thunder City, it did not prevent players from thinking that he would be the final winner.

Killed a second-level evolutionary and more than a dozen first-level evolutionaries in just one minute, and broke through the encirclement in the blockade of regent cannons, large-caliber anti-materiel snipers, and nearly 100 guards.

This is a weapon of war that integrates the cutting-edge technology of the old era...... If the Maxim heavy machine gun completely ended the era of cold weapons, then the power armor is to increase the killing efficiency of a single soldier to the limit.

……

“11/176。”

Suddenly, the numbers on the big screen jumped, and there was an immediate commotion in the crowd of players - as long as one more person was out, the final "ten-man final" would begin. At this time, inside and outside every commercial bank that opened a gambling game, it was crowded with players waiting for the opening, and everyone's resource point trading panel had been opened, just waiting for the moment of opening to place bets.

Everyone thinks that the Red Dragon Six will win, and with the injection of a lot of gambling money, the odds of the Red Dragon Six will become lower, and the sooner you bet, the more you can earn.

Wasteland World, the former site of Xuzhou, deep in the abandoned city, the competition area of the "First Wasteland Survival Grand Prix".

The wisdom brain on the wrists of Qi Lin and the five members of the Dragon Tooth Hunting Group suddenly sounded at the same time, and the six of them glanced at each other in some surprise, and then looked down at their own brains, only to see a system information appear on the screen:

"Remaining number of surviving players: 10, the '10-player finals' have officially begun, and the final will be broadcast live around the wasteland, so have fun!"

Livecast? Qi Lin was stunned, and then breathed a sigh of relief...... Luckily, the live broadcast only starts when the last ten people are in the game, otherwise, if the events of that night are seen by the whole game, whether it is the mysterious man in black, the unknown hunter, or the map and gray card, it will cause him countless problems.

"Live? Hey, I bet that there must have been an unknown number of gambling games outside, and I should have contacted the buddies outside and borrowed money to help me bet on the Red Dragon Type Six, so that I wouldn't be bankrupt if I was resurrected. Luo Xiang laughed dryly and said.

Qi Lin shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily. ”

"And who are you going to bet on?"

Qi Lin didn't speak, but lit a cigarette for himself, and threw one to Luo Xiang and the old gangster.

He didn't have the habit of smoking often, but when he just passed by a store, he took a pack and put it on his body - nicotine can relax people's nerves and make Qi Lin think more calmly.

With the terrifying weapons of war on the other side, only treacherous tactics and correct judgment can allow Qi Lin to seize a chance to win in the countless failed endings.

Just when Qi Lin and the others were swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, they kept lying on the ground, crawled up with their little faces against the cracked asphalt road, pointed to the direction of everyone at three o'clock, and said: "Two and a half kilometers away, there are heavy and rapid footsteps, but I can't sense the heartbeat of the creature, it should be shielded by heavy armor, it is very likely that it is that person." ”

"That person" refers to the Red Dragon Type 6, the "imposter Krein" who drove it.

"Let's go." Qi Lin vigorously extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette butt on the street lamp on the side, and said categorically.

Sooner or later, you have to face ...... And he, too, is ready.

……

Thunder City.

When 11/176 jumped to 10/176, the crowd was silent at first, and then immediately erupted in huge cheers, while the trading houses on both sides of the main road were completely boiling, with the flow of countless resource points, the odds of the Red Dragon Type Six plummeted, and the odds of the other nine IDs refreshed on the market were rising - however, almost none of the players put resource points on the remaining nine surviving players.

Only cold-blooded, after barely squeezing into a small trading house, said to the NPC guy who was in charge of betting: "Crush the Red Dragon Type Six, 2000 points...... In addition, the player is bet on 9527,500 points. ”

With the reduction of resource points on his personal account, the NPC guy neatly wrote a string of words on a ticket, and then knocked on the firm's unique security seal and handed it to Cold Blood.

"Red Dragon Type Six, odds of 179:1, 2000 points (Red Dragon Type Six wins, you will get 2011 points); Player 9527 pays 1:49,500 points (if player 9527 wins, you will receive 25,000 points including your stake). ”

Glancing at the ticket, he put it away in cold blood, and said silently: "I hope this time, you can surprise me again......"

At this point, the big screen is no longer pitch black, but is divided into ten small screens, which simultaneously relay the perspectives of the ten surviving players.

In the center of the largest split screen, a hideous power armor is standing in the middle of the road, holding a dazzling laser blade in one hand, a head with an indistinct face in the other, and at the feet of the power armor, a headless corpse is lying down.

There was no blood flowing from the place where the corpse's head and body were broken, because when the laser blade cut it open, the ultra-high temperature had already sealed all the fractures in an instant.

Obviously, this put an end to the wait for many players, and it was also the last kill before the official start of the "Ten Player Finals", which was completed by the Red Dragon Type Six.