Call......

Call............

Call..................

As the process between exhalation and inhalation became longer and longer, Jonathan's breathing gradually calmed down, and he looked at his opponent on the ground with eyes like a wounded beast, and an inexplicable urge appeared in his mind.

Just now, he ambushed this opponent, and he had a map of the area in his hand, including contour lines and supply points, as well as specific entrances and exits to some facilities, which allowed him to take advantage of the finals.

But there were some minor mistakes in the ambush plan, his opponent was too strong, and at the same time he was too weak, and it was clear that the physicality of the two men was not in the same order of magnitude.

After a close-quarters fight of "near-death", he finally stabbed this guy in the effective hit point with a special "dagger".

Considering that the battle royale contestants may have close-quarters combat, the organizing committee of the conference specially prepared a special dagger.

It's not sharp, and neither a cut nor a stab is enough to hurt people, but it has a special feature, a special substance at its rounded front end, which can create a "kill" effect when it touches the effective hit part of the special combat suit.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a round stick with a magnet at one end, which can touch the secondary mechanism work in the hit point, and is used to simulate real hand-to-hand combat.

Jonathan was almost out of breath after about two minutes of fighting, and he felt his entire chest be hot, and a wave of heat radiated from his back through his chest.

In the past, when he watched those movies, the protagonist or any other character on it could often play seven or eight people alone, and a dozen minutes at a time was ten minutes, and he thought that fighting was like this.

Sometimes he would play a game with his children to fight the bad guys, and he wouldn't get tired because of it, and he thought that real martial arts was like that.

But now he knew he was wrong.

Some knights and movies are always saying a truth, exerting force to leave some room for maneuver, but in a real battle, there is no possibility of keeping his hand at all, he was deceived.

Every time you fight, you will unconsciously use up all your strength, not because you can't control it, but because you keep it, but others may not keep it.

As long as there is one mistake, he will be the one who "dies".

In fact, it only took a little more than a minute for him to get so tired that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, which also let him know that there was no real thing in the movie.

His breathing gradually returned to normal, and at this time, staring at those resentful eyes full of wildness, a thought in the depths of his heart suddenly exploded in the depths of his heart like a volcanic eruption, and there was a voice that had been roaring and roaring in his heart!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Really kill him, whatever you want, he can't resist anymore, kill him with anything!"

"Blood, hot blood, and the smell of death......"

Bloodshot quickly climbed the whites of his eyes, and the guy with the resentful and fierce eyes in his eyes looked away with some palpitations and timidity after meeting his gaze for a few seconds.

From Jonathan's gaze, he read a kind of madness, and a desire to kill!

He was afraid, his ferocity, his savagery, defeated in the face of true madness.

Perhaps he removed his gaze so that the two of them no longer looked at each other, and Jonathan's condition was better.

His face was a little gloomy as he began to rummage through his loot, find some supplies from the loser's backpack and pocket, and quickly left.

Standing in the distance where they were about to lose sight of each other, Jonathan glanced back, licked his lips, and left without looking back.

He almost couldn't resist that impulse, that bloodthirsty impulse.

Every "kill" will give him a change that he doesn't know is good or bad.

He has become better at hiding himself, more patient, and more adept at killing.

He knew that it was all fake, that none of the people he had killed were really dead, that everyone had been rescued, but the crazy thoughts in his heart were growing bigger and bigger.

You've killed so many people, let's really kill one person!

You yourself want to know if the actual killing of a person is the same as the game you played, right?

Come on, kill one, kill one, whatever you want, poke it in, kill him!

Kill him!

Slapping his head as he bent over the dense forest and quickly shifted, he wondered what was wrong with him, why a terrible demon had lived in his head, and how he could get rid of it.

With his departure, many viewers in front of the TV had different expressions, some sighed and tore the lottery tickets in their hands to pieces, and some people looked at the lottery tickets in their hands with disgust and a little reluctance.

Other than that, others were cheering, and even a girl holding a flag with Jonathan's head took off her clothes and was lifted above her head to play body surfing.

Jonathan's victory meant the birth of a group of 100,000 millionaires, and the end of a group of unlucky people who almost became 100,000 people, and it was a feast of miracles!

People have been crazy for a long time, and the magnates, tycoons, and dignitaries from all over the world are present in the state of Ambiluo, and the emotions of these big people may be going to rise and fall for the first time in their history because of some "untouchables".

The "untouchables" they look down on have created one miracle after another, making people love and hate, wanting to leave, but reluctant.

At this time, on the exclusive channel of the Ambiluo Outdoor Broadcast Big TV and Cable TV, a new list appeared, and the top 10 had been born, with Jonathan in ninth.

In addition, the prize money of the participants who currently have the most prizes in this lottery game is 17.29 million!

A single seven-stage single-selection all-in-one, the first six stages of the batch all, now in the final stage, as long as the character he chooses can get the final ranking of his single-choice, 17 million will become his bag.

And he, just for this lottery ticket, paid fifty points!

If not checked...... This is good news.

Crazy people continue to go crazy, and if the East Coast and Southern cities were once the Empire's most glamorous commercial capitals, this spring and summer Ambiluo is the only place in the Empire that can attract people's attention.

Countless people's hearts have been affected by the fate of these people.

As night fell again, Jonathan, who had been walking around outside, was just about to return to his temporary residence where he was hiding, when he found that some of the arrangements he had made when he left had been touched, he slowed down his breath and hid more than thirty meters away from his den.

He was supposed to leave immediately, and the devil knows if the person who had broken into the place had set some trap or killed him, but an inexplicable impulse made him change his mind.

It was completely dark, and he moved to a tree a few meters away, and then quietly climbed up, hiding a camera in the canopy of the tree.

He had been here for two days before he found out about the camera the morning before when he was about to leave, when the sun hit the camera and reflected a beam of light that irritated his eyes.

He slowly found the camera, and after thinking for a moment, he grabbed the line behind it and pulled it down hard, and the angle of the camera was immediately adjusted, pointing at the pitch-black canopy.

He quietly came down from the tree again, pulled out a captured energy bar, ate the disgusting food, and waited slowly, waiting for midnight to fall.

About two o'clock in the evening, everyone went to sleep, even the staff at the broadcast center were almost asleep, and their job now was to make sure that the live signal didn't go down, as for each monitor?

No kidding, the thousands of cameras are not something that the people on duty in the middle of the night can keep an eye on.

At this moment, Jonathan, who had been hiding in the bushes, opened his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were filled with blood, and the red eyes made people feel frightened when they saw it.

Okay, okay, don't pester me again, I'll kill someone, and you'll leave......

Hurry up, I can't wait......

He touched his den, and it was very quiet, but he didn't let that stop him, he knew there were people in it.

He has a high degree of education, otherwise he would not be able to support a family on his own, and he would not be able to reach the income level of the middle class.

He built a small mechanism outside the door of his den, and when people entered, the mechanism would be closed, and when the people inside came out, they would definitely touch the mechanism, and the mechanism would be open.

It's complicated to say, but it's actually a branch, a thread and a few broken branches of a tree.

Now the mechanism is closed, and the people have not left it.

He touched the outside of the den, and as long as he lifted the branches, he could see everything inside, but he was not in a hurry, he slowly moved to the back of the den.

He knew very well that if he broke into someone else's place, he would definitely leave immediately, or set a trap and wait for the other party to rush in.

So he couldn't get in from the front, so he went around to the back and gently moved some of the branches away, which looked like a living, complete plant, but were actually put together.

He was patient and careful, and after removing most of the time he didn't move, he waited quietly in the dark.

After another hour or so, he moved again, moving everything out of the way, revealing a guy who had fallen asleep hidden under the foliage.

At the entrance to the den, there are a few hanging things, and if you don't know it, just leaning inside will alarm these little arrangements.

The closer he got to his goal, the faster Jonathan's heart beat faster, but his face became more and more calm, even a little too calm.

Countless voices in his heart were shouting in unison, and at this moment he didn't feel that these voices were troubled and annoying.

He pulled a dagger made of stone out of his pocket - although according to the official statement, they didn't need these things to survive in the forest, there were enough supply points in the wild, enough fish in the river, and other abundant wildlife that were not dangerous.

But almost all of the people who made it to the finals made some stone daggers, knives, or even axes or something.

He made a dagger, made of some gravel from the mountains, triangular, with curved edges on both sides, but he could cut things, and the tip of the blade was very sharp!

This thing is very useful in the field, when it is tied to a short wooden handle, it is a dagger, and when it is tied to a long pole, it is a speargun, and this little thing is used in many places.

At this time, it was tied to a small wooden stick about ten centimeters long, thick at one end and thinner at the end, and turned into a dagger.

Slowly, calmly, he found the front of the guy and his head, the guy was sleeping on his side, feet facing outward, if someone came in from outside, he could use his lower limbs to meet the enemy in a small space for the first time, not his face.

Coupled with the wind chime-like thing he made outside, this person also has some experience in survival in the wild, and the faint moonlight can't make Jonathan completely see this person's appearance, but inexplicably, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, like a ...... Hungry like that.

Slowly, with his immovable hand, he pushed the tip of the blade through a gap only a finger wide, into the man's helmet, and then aimed it at his neck, stabbing it hard!

The blood squirted out of his hand like a fountain, and then began to flow rapidly.

The people lying on the ground are like fish that have been cut off the chopping board but do not die, and like goats in the slaughterhouse that have been stabbed out of position and are not dead, struggling frantically.

Jonathan stepped forward, pressed the man's right hand, pressed his feet with his own feet, and then held the wooden handle with the stone blade, and thrust it into his head.

Maybe it was inserted into his mouth, so that the sound of his shouting was replaced by the sound of swallowing.

After about forty seconds or so, Jonathan clearly felt that the strength of the struggle of the person under him suddenly disappeared, and his struggle was insignificant, more like a convulsion.

The man on the ground held Jonathan's upper body tightly with both hands, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, his face was filled with blood, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only a pair of eyes that reflected the light slightly in the dark night, which made him remember it deeply.

He let the man grasp his clothes with a blank and numb face, and then watched him fall to the ground as if he didn't know what else he was going to do.

After about ten seconds, he stretched out his tongue and licked something tickling at the corner of his mouth, and a salty taste with a hint of sweetness began to stimulate his taste buds.

In the darkness of the night, he slid his Adam's apple twice and let out a sigh of contentment!

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