Chapter 150
Jing Ling is an excellent fly-knife wielder, which Yang Xinyao has just witnessed. With a 100% hit rate, every shot will hit the target, and they are all vital parts. From the cinema to here, he has made a total of six shots, and not a single one missed. After defeating the opponent, in addition to the number plate representing the points, he will also take away the opponent's weapon. After all, before the game starts, each person is only given one knife, and others always hold it in their hands during battle, so there is no situation where there is not enough. He used it as a throwing knife. This thing would not come back by itself after being shot out, and when fighting with others, it was not so easy to retrieve it immediately, so he had to prepare a few more.
But the problem was that Jing Ling brought too many... He looted five from the cinema, plus the ones from the two teams here, the total number was fifteen, and he actually took them all without missing a single one. Oh no, there's also her weapon... Although he didn't carry all of them with him, but Yang Xinyao estimated that the number he had in his hands would not be less than half. It was simply a mobile weapon rack, and it was basically invisible from the outside. God knows how he hid it!
Yang Xinyao has had little exposure to this kind of thing. Among all the people she has met, Jing Ling is undoubtedly the strongest one, no doubt about it. From her perspective, this is completely beyond the scope of normal humans. But no matter how powerful Jing Ling's martial arts skills are, they have nothing to do with his cooking skills. On the contrary, because he is too powerful, people cannot associate him with the kitchen. People who are capable of both being a good housewife and a good cook, wearing their underwear outside or putting on a strange mask, and who can punish evil and promote good and save the world, basically only appear in movies.
In addition, Jing Ling's tone was so confident when he answered that Yang Xinyao thought he was joking. With this mentality, she casually looked over there, wondering if it would be weird when he was cutting vegetables. Although they were both done with a knife, killing people and cutting vegetables were two completely different extremes.
The result was so beyond her imagination that she was completely stunned.
As a food lover from a wealthy family background, Yang Xinyao could only go out for a few days during the holidays to reward her stomach due to her busy studies in junior and senior high school. But since she entered university, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sky is high and the birds fly freely, and the sea is vast and the fish leap freely. Needless to say, there are no winter and summer vacations, and she can fly far away on weekends. She can even drive around the neighborhood when she has no classes. She hardly sees people throughout the year. She is either enjoying delicious food or on the way to find delicious food.
Once a person has a basic understanding of the art of eating, he or she will begin to pay attention to more than just the finished product. For example, the source of ingredients, processing methods, cooking methods, etc. She has seen many chefs prepare ingredients smoothly from the beginning to the end, and their movements are very pleasing to the eye and a visual enjoyment.
And now, she saw similar movements in Jing Ling, even more so than most people in her memory.
A person who is skilled in the use of flying knives can also hold a kitchen knife just as well. The movements were as smooth as flowing water, without any pause from beginning to end, and were completed in one go. Coupled with that pair of slender and beautiful hands, it is simply impossible to take your eyes off her.
Not only Yang Xinyao, but others also noticed this, and their expressions were close to horror. Even when Jing Ling had almost finished processing the ingredients, they still found it hard to accept the facts before them.
"You really can cook!" Yang Xinyao held it in for a long time before saying this. It was hard to tell whether her tone was one of question or exclamation. Some words that she often saw in novels suddenly popped up in her mind, such as "the great way is the ultimate" and "no matter how things change, they remain essentially the same". She used chopping melons and vegetables to describe killing. Was it because there was actually something in common between the two, and the one in front of her was a living example?
"Not that I can, but that I am very good." Jing Ling corrected, while continuing to process the last ingredient in his hand, a piece of premium beef. However, before he even touched the knife, just holding it in his hand, he felt something was wrong, as if there was something inside. He stretched out two fingers and traced the outline of the surface. The material was hard, the outline was rectangular, and the thickness was extremely thin.
He suddenly had an idea.
The other people didn't know what was going on. They saw him suddenly make this inexplicable movement and couldn't help but wonder, so they asked, "What's wrong?"
Jing Ling did not answer directly, but said, "Wait." While he was speaking, he picked up the knife with one hand and cut along the outline he had just felt. After a few cuts, he was left with a neatly cut rectangular piece of meat in his hand, about the same size as those small mobile phones on the market.
"Come on, place your bets and guess what this is." He said this out of the blue and intentionally kept the audience in suspense, not mentioning the internal situation and only letting them see the appearance. The result is predictable, there is no way you can guess it right. And Yang Xinyao and the others thought that he was just bored and just picked a random topic, so the answers he gave were all very ridiculous.
"Meat. Oh no, it's meat chunks. To be more precise, it's rectangular chunks of beef. So, did I guess right? Is there a reward? What is it?"
“Steak of the future?”
"Or are you not satisfied with ordinary cooking and are planning to develop in the direction of art? But you cut too regularly, which is too artificial in terms of art. Doesn't art advocate natural or rebellious beauty?"
This relaxed and lively scene was so lively that if Xu Shaohuai and Song Xiuyuan had not had glaring injuries on their bodies, one would not have been able to tell that they were struggling to survive at the gates of death not long ago. There was a row of corpses lying at the door, which meant that the kitchen was not a battlefield and was kept clean and tidy. Once the door was closed, it basically blocked out the bloody smell outside. Even though they saved their lives in the end, they were still in hell, not knowing when the evil ghosts would come to claim their lives.
However, their situation can be said to be that of surviving a disaster. Even if everything has not settled yet, it is not impossible to celebrate and relax a little.
"All wrong." Jing Ling denied all their answers with just two words. Then he put down what he was holding in his hand, and then pinched one side of the beef with the fingers of both hands. He pushed his hands to both sides, as if he wanted to tear it in the middle.
Although it was inappropriate, Yang Xinyao couldn't help but complain, "So you're going to show us how to tear beef by hand?! But it's more reasonable to tear it into strips, isn't it a bit too much to tear it in two pieces from the middle?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that the piece of beef in Jing Ling's hand was actually split in the middle, and the cut looked very neat, not at all worse than if it had been cut with a knife.
You are going to heaven! Yang Xinyao subconsciously wanted to continue complaining. But before she could say anything, she saw a magical scene. The tear widened a little, and suddenly there was something in the middle of the beef. It looked like... a piece of glass? The beef chunks were quickly torn apart, the tears were neat as if they had been cut, and the knife skills were very good. The size and thickness looked almost the same to the naked eye. As for the things stuck in the beef, they fell out the moment the beef was torn apart, and Jing Ling caught them quickly.
"What the hell is this?!" Yang Xinyao was extremely surprised. She rolled over and got up from the ground, walked to Jing Ling, and leaned over to observe the thing in his hand. It is really made of glass, a very thin piece, but it is not pure and without any impurities. The color is slightly darker and it is wrapped very well with plastic film. If you look closely, you will find that there seems to be a switch-like button on the side...
Yang Xinyao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. Before the game started, Xu Shaohuai once mentioned a story about a lucky man whose ancestral grave had green smoke coming out... Her eyes widened in an instant. She looked at Jing Ling, then at the thing in his hand, her eyes full of disbelief.
"Sense..." She almost subconsciously pointed out the name of the piece of glass, but she was stopped after saying only the first three words. A slender finger touched her lips. Because it touched the food taken out of the refrigerator, the fingertips were slightly cool. A faint fishy smell came from the fingertips and drifted into her nose.
"That's good to know." The owner of the finger whispered.
For a moment, Yang Xinyao felt as if there were the sound of fireworks exploding in her ears, her mind went blank, and all her senses were focused on her lips. The touch of that finger was clearly cold, but she had an illusion that it was scorching hot, and the heat spread throughout her body in an instant from the place of contact. After a moment of stiffness, she took a few steps back and ended the contact. Although she couldn't see it, she felt that her face must have turned red, but she still tried to put on a disgusted expression and said in a disgusted tone, "You just finished the performance of hand-shredded beef and haven't washed your hands yet!"
Jing Ling smiled and said, "That's why I didn't dare to cover your mouth directly. I wasn't afraid that you would pick up the knife next to you and chop me."
Yang Xinyao looked everywhere but not at him, and snorted, "With a combat power of negative, I can't even chop you up, I'll probably be chopped into pieces before I even touch the knife!"
While the two of them were joking and making noises, everyone else also reacted. However, Xu Shaohuai and Song Xiuyuan were injured and sat still for the time being. Only Bai Ningxi came over.
Jing Ling put the thing there for the two to study on their own. He went to the side to wash his hands and came back. The plastic film wrapped around the sensor had been removed. Yang Xinyao was pressing the only button on the side. Almost at the moment of pressing it, the originally dark glass suddenly lit up, but there was no logo or words, so it should still be started. Two seconds later, several spots of light and a larger ball of light appeared in the middle of the screen. After converting the direction and distance, they corresponded exactly to them. The light spots represent the number tags on Xu Shaohuai and his group, while the light balls are the superposition of the light spots, because the number tags of the three dead team members are all kept by Jing Ling.
"Let me see!" Xu Shaohuai said, his voice a little hurried.
Upon hearing this, Jing Ling walked over with the sensor, came in front of Xu Shaohuai, leaned down slightly, and handed the thing to him. Song Xiuyuan next to him also leaned over to take a look, with a slightly curious expression.
Xu Shaohuai took the sensor and subconsciously rubbed the edge with his fingers. Although he had guessed that this should be a sensor just now, now that he was sure of it, he still found it a little unbelievable when he saw the position of the number plate sensed on it.
After all, this is a sensor. Although everyone knows that this thing has always existed, no one has ever held any hope for it, because in the long history of the hunting ground, this thing has only appeared once, and the process is still so hard to describe. This is a bloody and cruel killing game, not a puzzle game. During the two days and two nights, almost all participating teams remained in a state of high alert, guarding against enemies that might appear at any time, while also having to find ways to snatch points from other teams. There was simply no time or environment for you to slowly search for this unique and rare equipment.
This is the second appearance of the sensor, and the discovery process is equally hard to describe. It was wrapped in plastic film and stuffed into raw beef chunks, and had been specially processed so there was nothing wrong with it at first glance. Afterwards, it was hidden in the refrigerator. Judging from the order Jing Ling took them out just now, it was probably placed at the very back, together with the other ingredients. Who could have imagined? ! Who would be like them, using hunger as an excuse to cover up Yang Xinyao's fortune-telling skills, and then confirming the excuse. Under such a dangerous situation, even if they ate, they would just eat whatever they wanted to fill their stomachs. They would never learn from Jing Ling, who patiently selected food for a long time and prepared a rich meal for the meeting...
With so many coincidences linked together, the probability, which was already pitifully low, is lowered even further.
But Jing Ling still found it! I wasn't looking for it on purpose, it was all just random and I just happened to find it! No matter how low the probability was, when it came to Jing Ling, it seemed to be forcibly raised to 100%. It was like turning on a cheat, full of incredible things!
And this person is in his team!
It simply doesn't get any better than this!
Xu Shaohuai has never been the kind of person who easily shows his emotions, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with excitement. He stroked the sensor with one hand and began to analyze, "The two teams that died just now, ten heads equal 200 points, plus the number plates, a total of 250 points. You and Xingguang also took down a team at the cinema, missing a number plate, which is 120 points. Adding these together, plus our team's original points, the total has reached 445 points. There is no doubt that we are now ranked first in points, and we are far ahead of the teams behind us."
"Based on past experience, most teams are in a wait-and-see mode at the beginning of the game. In the first day and night, the points of all teams will not change much. Large-scale games are always the finale. Our situation is a special case. My original plan was that since we are currently leading by so much, and Xiaodao and I are both injured, we don't need to worry about anything for the time being. We just need to pay a little attention to the progress of other teams, take the time to rest, and prepare for the final battle."
But now that we have the sensor, the plan needs to be slightly changed and a new design needs to be built around it. With some luck, perhaps they could avoid the final brawl.
Because for games like this with a relatively long time limit, the real highlights are all on the last day, or more accurately, the last night. Because when the game time is halfway through, the organizer will begin to announce the points and rankings of the participating teams. It will be updated every two hours thereafter. When the game is about to end and enters the countdown, the data will be updated every half an hour for the last three hours.
Determine your team's points and ranking, calculate the gap between you and the top three, and finally decide which teams to fleece. After confirming these, it is time to start taking action, because your opponents are living people. They cannot just stay there like cattle or sheep and let you score points. You must find a way to find these teams, hide in the dark and wait for the best time to appear, and try to get the most points with the lowest cost.
In this hunting process, you are both the hunter and the prey. Because when you select your target, others may also list you as a target. Even the most recognized mercenary team has countless eyes watching in secret, waiting for the opportunity to tear them into pieces.
The points settlement starts from the tenth minute after the end of the battle. If a third-party team arrives at the scene during this period, the settlement time will be extended and the points at this time can be transferred. Once this time is exceeded, the points are settled to the team and are fixed and cannot be transferred. Even if you kill the scoring team, the points you can get in the end are only the head points of the team members and the number plates you get.
The points and rankings announced by the organizer do not include number plates.
All the rules of this game exist to stimulate killing. Because you can never be sure how many number cards your enemy has, and whether the hidden points will threaten your ranking. In this case, you can only get high enough points as much as possible to prevent unexpected situations. The highest score in the game is the head.
But the higher the score, the more dangerous the team is. Because the points in the game are limited, when you are far ahead and the gap with the team behind you is too big, making it difficult for others to catch up, they will choose to take another path - killing you. In this situation, it is easy for the teams that were originally fighting each other to reach a consensus, temporarily form a united front, and jointly deal with a target.
In the final stage of the game, everything is in chaos and anything can happen.
Rodney had already gotten used to the darkness, and now that the lights had suddenly come on, he felt a little uncomfortable. So did his teammates. The game had just started and it was already night time, so they had never thought about fighting with anyone at this time. The most important thing was to find a relatively safe place to have a good sleep and recharge their energy.
But it is impossible to fall asleep defenselessly in such a dangerous environment. For people like them, being on guard has become an instinct. Even when resting in an absolutely safe environment, they always remain alert to their surroundings.
The place they chose to stay was a guest room, which was quite standard. It couldn't be said to be good but it was definitely not bad either. After entering the room, first familiarize yourself with the space and layout of the room, then use things in the room to make two alarms so that you can know immediately if someone breaks in.
However, they are relatively lucky. Since the start of the game, two teams have passed by their door, but neither of them came in. It seems that they are heading towards the kitchen. The noise that came from there afterwards also confirmed their guess.
In this game, the temptation to get a bargain is irresistible to every team, because it is the easiest way to get the most points at the lowest cost. Rodney and the others were naturally not surprised. Ever since the two teams passed by, they had been paying attention to the movement over there. Judging from experience, it should have lasted for at least a while. As a result, nearly half the time earlier than expected, the movement over there became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.
To be on the safe side, Rodney waited for a while, and it was still the same. He returned to the room, told his teammates about the situation, and waited for the captain to make a decision. The final decision is to go over and see if it works out, that would be great, if not then we will return.
The darkness and flickering lights were the best cover for them. However, since it took them some time to discuss the result, the lights that were originally off suddenly lit up without any warning. This was something they had not expected. Although they did not like this kind of surprise, it was not a bad thing. So after adapting for a while, the team set out to investigate the situation in the kitchen according to the predetermined plan.
As they approached their destination, Habakak in the team suddenly sniffed. Rodney happened to notice this and asked quietly, "What's wrong?"
The latter replied, "There is a strong smell of blood coming from that direction, and also a scent of... food?" Habakak himself was not sure about the latter point.
Rodney's first reaction when he heard this was disbelief. Of course, it targets the second point. Habakak has a very sensitive sense of smell, so there is no doubt that he can smell blood, after all, a battle had just taken place there, but what the hell is that smell of food? ! Although that direction is the kitchen, it is game time, not rest time, and there is no chef there to prepare delicious food!
Soon, the team arrived near the kitchen and could be seen around the corner. As a pathfinder, Rodney leaned against the wall at the corner and listened carefully to the movement over there. He could vaguely hear voices, but they were not clear and were in an incomprehensible language. He half-crouched down against the wall, then cautiously stuck his head out to observe the situation over there.
I was shocked at first sight.
At the kitchen door, corpses were placed in a disorderly row, and blood was spreading everywhere, presenting a frightening dark color under the light. The messy bloodstains on the ground were left when the body was dragged out.
Rodney counted them carefully and found ten bodies in total. In other words, in such a short period of time, the team in the kitchen wiped out two entire teams!
What a terrifying power this is? !
Looking at the bodies of the two team members, Rodney suddenly felt like retreating.
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