00:01
At 12:01 AM, the game began.
There were few people at the airport at night, and Shi Jinzhe did not linger in one place. Shekh's appearance was too easy to leave an impression, so he needed to find a quiet place first.
Shi Jinzhe booked a room in a capsule sleep pod in the terminal and sat down with the food and water he had just bought.
He took out his spatial ring, put the items inside, and handed one of them to Shekh.
The remaining supplies from the previous dungeon have been cleared from the ring, leaving plenty of space inside.
Everyone knows that you need to eat and drink within 48 hours, and these places will be the hardest hit areas for surveillance, so food and drinks must be prepared in advance, and you can't waste time looking for them when you're hungry.
Shi Jinzhe: "Sigh... This game is really malicious towards me. I have to face so many people chasing me."
“It’s not difficult.” Shekh felt the space was too small, so she lay down, rested her head on one arm, and said, “Just kill them all.”
"That makes sense. If they're all dead, I'll be safe. So, will you help me?"
The soundproofing in the sleep pod was too poor, so he could only speak close to Shekh, keeping his voice low.
Shekh turned his head, showing him the back of his head, and coldly replied with three words: "Buy high-speed rail."
"I'd rather die."
"Then let go of me, don't hold me."
Just as Shi Jinzhe was about to speak, the sound of high heels clicking against the floor tiles came from outside.
The wooden door to the sleep pod next door was opened, and a man and a woman entered.
The man muttered, "I should have shaken off that guy by now. I wonder if there are any pros in this round. I'm not aiming for first place individually, just getting first place in my faction would be fine."
The woman complained, "Forget about the pros for now, the problem is how to find teammates? And there are only three bomb players, how do we know which teammate is the bomber?"
"The probability is one in fifty, which is very low. Don't worry, we won't encounter it."
"Survival games are all about probability, you're really something..."
Suddenly, a scream came from outside the door.
Three gunshots rang out in quick succession.
Bang! Bang bang!
The sound of bullets piercing through the wooden planks grew closer and closer. The person resting inside was completely unaware when he was shot in the head and bleed profusely.
Players firing continuously are like murderers driven by rage; they reload very quickly, and without opening doors, they fire directly from outside.
"I've found you! Stop hiding!"
In the sleep pod next door, a man and a woman who heard the gunshot immediately opened the door and ran away.
The woman, wearing high heels, had great difficulty running and fell behind. She was shot in the head, and the man, who was close behind, was also shot and killed.
The crowd, in a panic, fled in terror, their faces filled with fear and their screams piercing the air.
"Help! Help! Murder!"
"Someone is killing people! Murder... Help..."
"Help! Guns! There are guns here! Where are the police and staff? Come quick..."
Bang!
The person who shouted for the police fell to the ground.
The player who committed the killing had no psychological burden; even after someone died, he continued to shoot at the crowd. Seeing that no one was standing, he started shooting at the sleep pods again.
Stepping onto the red and white liquid on the ground, the man found it slippery and rubbed the soles of his shoes on the clothes of another corpse before continuing to fire.
bite--
The bullet that was fired unexpectedly bounced back after penetrating a door panel.
"Ha, caught another one."
The man increased the frequency of his shots, but without exception, every bullet bounced back.
He put down his gun, turned sideways to the door, and instead of opening it immediately, he opened one eye and looked through the hole pierced by the bullet.
Just as he got close to the door, a hand suddenly pierced through the wood, reached out from inside, grabbed his neck, and dragged him inside.
The man with the strong grip of Shekh's face turned purple. She exuded a suppressed aura and said in a sinister tone:
"You hit me 32 times, which happens to be the number of vertebrae in your spine. So you'll have to compensate me for that."
The sound of bones turning echoed in the cramped capsule sleep pod. Flesh and skin were torn apart, and the man's head was lifted up, with a complete spine still attached below.
Sheh lifted his head out of the sleep pod and glared at Shi Jinzhe. "If you ever find a place like this where I can't stretch my tail out, I'll twist your head off too."
"...Okay, does your tail hurt?"
Shekh tossed the head aside. "If you shoot yourself and don't die, it means it doesn't hurt."
One sentence left Shi Jinzhe speechless. He picked up the gun but found no other props.
"If I can get the first item, I'll lock my health and you can hit me all you want, just leave me a breath."
Shekh glanced at him, didn't respond, but didn't pursue the matter further.
It doesn't hurt; she doesn't feel anything when this thing hits her. But it's good for scaring people.
Everyone near the sleeping pod had fled, and airport staff had yet to appear, so Shi Jinzhe decided to move to another location first.
Thick fog was falling outside the window, a vast expanse of white, clearly indicating that the system had locked it out again.
There won't be just one player who gets killed at the start. The airport with its three terminals is enormous, so Shi Jinzhe decides to first figure out which faction is which.
Then find your teammates, find out which players are on the map, kill them, and get their locations.
The advanced mission is to kill all the bomb players; if they succeed, he will fail.
In a team of 50, the other 49 are teammates, not him.
A bomb player scores 50 points, meaning that killing him grants at least two rounds of game completion points.
Everyone would be tempted by this, including Shi Jinzhe himself.
The two walked a few steps along the wall, and when they were about fifty meters away from a corner, Shekh stretched out his arm to block him: "There are people around the corner ahead."
"People came right after the tragedy, most of them are players. Let's stay away and observe to see which side they are."
Shekh asked, "Are you afraid I'll accidentally kill one of my own?"
"Yes, the airport is too big. We can't just wander around like headless chickens, killing everyone we see. That would be too tiring for you. Let's go find players on the map; that will be more efficient."
Shi Jinzhe led her to the counter of a shop. The counter was large, had a door facing away from the lobby, and was perfect for eavesdropping.
He coaxed and tricked Shekh into sitting in the train by promising to take him to sleep on the high-speed rail every day after they left.
Shekh sat up with his knees drawn up to his chest: "Are you looking for map players from your own faction?"
"Yes, it's easy to fool our own people."
Shi Jinzhe spoke without batting an eye, and together they squeezed under the counter.
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