Chapter 017 Anchor Simulator
Anonymous and abc on this end exchanged nicknames and reached a win-win consensus. 123 on the other end also encountered a sniper.
The corners of his shirt and hair were burned by the fire, but he raised his hands calmly and naturally, "Don't be impulsive. I'm not good at fighting, so I'm used to making more preparations. It won't look good if we both lose."
Hearing this, the sniper released his hand that was pulling the trigger and observed the surrounding environment.
The trees in this area were tall and the leaves were dense, and the shadows greatly interfered with people's vision. He squinted his eyes to search and saw the bamboo tubes blocked by humans under the roots of the trees.
"I got the idea from the host. Don't mind me. After all, I didn't bring any equipment with me," 123 said as if he wasn't bold enough to smuggle away the bamboo that hadn't exploded yet. "I picked a good place. There are enough shade trees. Most people don't notice the dust in the air. Be careful. If you can't find a place with light, check it out. The flour concentration here is very high. Don't get fired."
The sniper didn't move. He put down his weapon without hesitation. Anyway, they were both standing here and were forbidden to use open flames and guns. "You are really ruthless. Aren't you afraid that someone will snipe you from a distance?"
"Of course I'm not afraid. The host takes the show very seriously. The sniper rifle is a prop beyond the scope of the program. He won't allow anyone to ruin the game experience right at the start." Contestant 123 smiled and looked at the sniper meaningfully, obviously hinting at the situation at the beginning. Everyone was smuggling things, but the sniper was the only one who was caught because he was too close to the host.
"Don't worry about it," the sniper retorted, "If I had known I would meet you, I might as well have chatted with the red-haired guy first."
"So you injured him?" Contestant 123 was surprised to catch the point and immediately looked behind him. After a while, he said with a little regret, "He didn't catch up with me. It seems that he has grown smart in the past few days. By the way, did you try to get him to tell you something, such as his contestant name in this show?"
Sniper: "I didn't agree to cooperate with you..."
123 raised his chin, pointed to the bamboo tube under the tree and said, "Is there any other way to reconcile? Anyway, you can't kill me and I can't beat you." After he finished speaking, he took the initiative to move closer to the sniper and took out two bamboo tubes from his pocket. "The things inside will explode when they come into contact with air. I tried it and this suit was ruined by it."
The sniper said sarcastically: "Wow, no wonder your upper body is more seriously injured. I was wondering if there was an idiot here who didn't know how to protect his brain."
123 looked at him with an inclusive gaze as he put away the bamboo tube and said casually, "My name is 123. The first thing you asked me when you saw me was if I wasn't afraid of being sniped. So your nickname should be related to a sniper rifle? By the way, be careful not to let anyone hit the bamboo tube."
The sniper had no choice but to hide it in his arms again, and sneered, "You guessed it, my nickname for the competition is Sniper."
"It's a very unique name. How many contestants have you met along the way?"
The sniper made up a story: "The one with red hair."
The two people smiled at each other tacitly. Only they themselves knew whether they believed it or not. Whether they were cooperating or not depended entirely on their own conviction.
The sniper stared at the figure in the distance, planning to shoot this guy directly after he left this crappy place - he was only two points away from promotion, and he accepted the bamboo tube just to fool 123. Who knew what was really hidden inside and whether it could be used.
Player 123 deliberately walked in the front, exposing his defenseless back. He guessed the sniper's plan, but was still unwilling to get close to the sniper.
Those carefully selected bamboo tubes are not lies. Each of them is a weapon. If they are destroyed, both of them will be in danger.
Contestant 123 only concealed two small pieces of knowledge.
First of all, there are two chemical substances in the bamboo tube. White phosphorus will spontaneously ignite without fire when it comes into contact with oxygen, and produce an explosive reaction with the other mixed chemical substance inside.
Secondly, the bamboo tube is not very airtight and it will probably explode in a few minutes.
Contestant 123 looked up and saw a dense swarm of drones flying not far away, forming a sky encirclement. He accurately found the camera that was suspected to be controlled by the host and showed a gentle smile that was very similar to that of a financial salesperson.
As if greeting the host.
Ji Xu retracted his gaze and tapped his fingers, ready to talk to the audience: "This guy is interesting."
He operated the drone and followed the two men openly. They had just exchanged a few words and were at loggerheads with each other, but they could only lower their heads and cooperate, moving forward towards the position that the sniper mentioned as the red-haired player, with a few steps between them.
123 walked in front at a moderate pace and deliberately shouted to the sniper behind him: "Don't go so far away, where are you going next?"
The sniper rejected his proposal. "No, I despise you." He glanced at the hare that was looking out to his left and replied casually, "Turn left. By the way, you said you sneaked in to investigate last night but were discovered by the host. What happened next?"
This wasn't something that needed to be kept secret. 123 was happy to use it to stall for time. He shrugged and said, "A drone, a distant searchlight, and a submachine gun pointed directly at me. The host didn't even bother to give me a reminder. Fortunately, I ran fast. Guess what happened between us."
"Something funny happened," the sniper was happy to hear. He deliberately brought up a new topic, albeit a little bit sarcastic. "I saw a circle of dry marks on the host's cape this morning. I thought it was stained with someone's blood."
"He doesn't smell like blood," contestant 123 replied incoherently, but his eyes revealed the calmness of dealing with a tough opponent. He said in a deep voice, "But it's very dangerous, very dangerous. If I had known that the host was so difficult to deal with, I would definitely not have filled out the program application form."
He treated the show as a joke and jokingly filled in the words "Let me participate in the competition, and I'll give you half of my arch-enemy's inheritance after I've calculated it." Only after the show started did he realize that the host was treating all the contestants as a joke to be shared by audiences around the world.
When 123 was regretting and reminiscing, there was an explosion behind him. He was prepared and slipped behind a tree, avoiding a bullet.
The sniper didn't expect this thing to spontaneously combust, and his instinct made him reach out and throw away the other bamboo tube. However, his reason told him that it was too late, and he might as well pull out his gun and fight back. So he ignored the second explosion, slid the safety off immediately after firing a shot, and fired another shot around the tree trunk.
Shot.
The sniper retreated while holding his wound. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He heard the host's emotionless voice again. Compared with the previous two times, the content was a little more varied: "Twelve points. Congratulations on your promotion."
123 The first time he heard the host speak after entering the game: "Make the opponent lose his ability to move, ten points, promotion."
He walked out from behind the tree, met the sniper's cold gaze without changing his expression, and replied politely: "Thank you for your notice. My success is only due to you."
A humming laugh came from the earphones, and 123 knew that the matter was over, and the heart that was hanging in his throat finally relaxed.
Only the person involved knows the meaning of the useless flattery that sounded like an acceptance speech. If the host had not taken precautionary measures and deliberately used bamboo tubes to guard against cunning people like 123 using trap house props to make profits, he would not have come up with such a way that would harm others and not benefit himself.
123 really did benefit from the season sequence.
It's not shameful to show goodwill to the host, contestant 123 thought righteously as he looked at the sniper when they were taken away by the same driverless car.
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The three remaining contestants in Yago Forest all heard the announcement from the drones. The sound gathered like waves, conveying one message, "Two contestants have been disqualified."
Anonymous looked around on the branch, regretting her decision deeply. "No matter who the other one was, one of them must have been the man in shorts who attacked us. I should have kicked him twice at that time." After she finished speaking, she shouted towards the tree, "Hurry up, haven't you thought about what to ask yet?"
abc squatted on the ground bandaging himself. His red hair made Anonymous unable to bear to look directly at him. "Please spare me. I just finished writing my draft when I heard this news... Oh, how can I put it? I have a feeling that the other person is my mortal enemy."
"Just ask as usual, don't worry about me. Can you please elaborate on your conclusion?" Anonymous jumped down and gestured to show that she saw leaves shaking unnaturally in the distance. "Talk as you walk."
abc followed her, scratched his hair, and tried to summarize his thoughts. "You need ten points to advance. Even if the mysterious man injures the shorts man and finds another player, there are still two points left. The game has just started for more than 40 minutes, and you can see how difficult it is to find the trap house."
He spread his hands and said, "I can only think of one conclusion. My mortal enemy found a way to trick the man in shorts, and the result is that they both failed to compete at the same time."
There was a branch above his head. Anonymous grabbed ABC's clothes and made him stagger to the right. He just missed the target and did not reveal his whereabouts. She said admiringly, "How should I put it... After your analysis, I think I guessed the reason why you two are enemies."
You can tell at first glance that abc is a person who is used to being cheated.
"Let's change the subject. Are you sure there's someone around here? He should be the final contestant..." abc pointed to the headset and lowered his voice unconsciously, "Host, are you here? I'm using a question card and want to know the names of all the contestants."
After a long, long time.
A voice said, "That's a pretty clever trick. Did you learn it from your opponent?"
It seemed that they had tacitly agreed to the teammate mode. Anonymous also heard this. The voice in the headset was slow and leisurely. The two suddenly felt an unspeakable pressure. ABC held the tree trunk tightly, swallowed his saliva, and argued: "It's just a question."
"Five contestants, corresponding names," Ji Xu picked out two key points in the question. He leaned against a tree trunk with one leg half-bent. He heard the car horns sending the two winners away gradually fading away, and said with interest, "My friend, you are a little greedy."
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