Chapter 182 Why should I let you cut in line?
[Survival time of this simulation: 24 days]
[Congratulations on obtaining 290 free attributes]
[Congratulations on obtaining 29 talent extraction opportunities]
The biggest gain of this simulation is to find out the points of resentment scattered around the world. Next, as long as they are defeated one by one, the doomsday crisis will be successfully resolved.
In addition, he also did an experiment in the World Hub.
He spent 1 trillion Morgan Stanley dollars on the Watcher Association, which is undoubtedly a huge sum of money. The entire circle of gods in the World Hub was stirred up by him, but Morgan Stanley never looked for him from beginning to end.
Is it because the time is too short and Morgan Stanley didn't notice it?
Unlikely.
Because twenty days on Earth is equivalent to more than half a year in the World Hub.
Mo Da is at least a powerful true god, he shouldn't be so slow. If he was in another world where time flows slower, he would have more time to react.
So why didn't he come to him?
"Lu, help me deduce something."
All the Dawn Apostles are on this aircraft at the moment, and Lu is no exception. It is very convenient to use it.
"Sir, what is it?"
Lu asked respectfully.
Lu was a little ashamed, because he helped Wang Ran deduce several times, but didn't get any particularly valuable information.
"This matter is a bit complicated."
It happened that all the Dawn Apostles were here. Wang Ran thought for two seconds and simply told him the matter of the world hub in detail.
Finally, he asked, "I spent 1 trillion Morgan Stanley dollars in the Watcher Association. Logically, Morgan Stanley would definitely come to me, but more than half a year has passed in the World Hub, and Morgan Stanley has not made any movement. Why is that?"
After hearing Wang Ran's words, Lu Hu's body was shaken.
He seemed to have changed into a different person, looking upward at a 45-degree angle, exuding a kind of vicissitudes of life.
"He is not here,"
Lu murmured.
"What do you mean?"
Wang Ran asked.
Lu gritted his teeth, he had reached his limit, but he didn't want to disappoint Wang Ran again.
Hold on a little longer!
Let me deduce a little more! "
Moda
is not in the world center!"
"He is trapped!"
After saying that, Lu rolled his eyes and passed out happily with the thought that "this information should be useful to you, sir."
The second leader grabbed Lu from behind.
"He is mentally overdrawn. Give him this recovery potion."
Wang Ran took out a bottle of mental recovery potion from his portable warehouse. He had prepared it for himself, but he didn't expect to use it on Lu.
"Sir..."
The second leader took the potion and was moved.
"We are just your slaves." He said tremblingly, "You don't have to be so nice to us. Lu can recover by himself."
Potion? Are we worthy of it?
Wang Ran was silent.
After two seconds, he said with a cold face: "Compared to this bottle of medicine, I care more about Lu's body, feed it to him quickly."
"Yes! My Lord!"
The Second Patriarch looked down at the still unconscious Lu, his eyes full of envy.
Lu can drink the medicine given by the Lord himself!
What an honor it is!
Why wasn't I the one who fainted?
The Second Patriarch sighed secretly.
He thought to himself that it was a good thing that the Lord didn't say to take back the empty medicine bottle. I can keep the medicine bottle with the Lord's fingerprints and keep it as a family heirloom.
Wang Ran knew that the Second Patriarch was daydreaming about something as soon as he saw the expression of the Second Patriarch.
He curled his lips unconsciously.
He admired the loyalty of the Second Patriarch, but sometimes he felt helpless.
Never mind, let him be
. "Moda is not in the World Hub."
"He is trapped."
Wang Ran fell into deep thought.
As the founder of the World Hub, Moda is not only in a high position, but also a rare strong man.
How could he be trapped?
When was he trapped?
And who trapped him?
He had many questions, but he didn't know how to answer them for a while.
He tried to ask Zhu Jian: "Where is Moda now?"
Zhu Jian replied: "Moda is on the high tower, guarding the World Hub without leaving."
"What high tower?"
Wang Ran asked.
"The high tower refers to the Moda Tower that provides energy for the entire World Hub and maintains the operation of the hub."
Zhu Jian replied.
Wang Ran pursed his lips, thinking that he would definitely not get any useful information from Zhu Jian.
But it didn't matter, at least he knew that Morda was trapped now, and Morda wouldn't come looking for him if he swiped Morda's card, and when Morda was out of trouble, he estimated that he would be strong enough not to be afraid of Morda.
After all, it only took him a little over a week to go from a powerless college student to a monster that killed gods.
Next, he just needs to try it out in the simulation, delay the end of the doomsday for a few years, and see if Moda will come to find him. If he still doesn't come, then he can swipe Moda's card with confidence.
Wang Ran's heartbeat accelerated.
From the day he learned about the balance on the card, he was worried that Moda would suddenly find him, but he also felt very itchy that there was so much money in the card but he couldn't spend it.
Finally, he didn't have to suffer.
He suddenly realized one thing, the reason why this card was rated as a purple talent might also be because Moda couldn't restrict his use of the card.
Buy whatever you want!
Buy as much as you want!
This is the style that a purple talent should have!
He took a deep breath and calmed down.
"We'll land here in a bit. Everyone else, disperse. Anna and I..."
He paused.
"And Yiya."
He noticed that Yiya's eyes had turned dangerous, so he decisively added Yiya's name.
"The three of us will continue to clean up the resentment."
"I already know the location of the other resentment groups. Next, we just need to purify them one by one, and the doomsday crisis will be resolved."
Purify a part first, and then simulate it once.
He wanted to confirm whether Moda had been too busy in recent years, and then purify the remaining resentment groups, and end this doomsday before the resentment exploded.
"I will follow the arrangements of the saint."
"Yes, sir!"
"We will do whatever you say, Living Buddha."
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Wang Ran turned to Anna and said, "I may have to trouble you in the next few days. There are hundreds of grievances that need to be purified."
Anna said gently, "Purifying evil is the job of angels. There is no such thing as troublesome. I also want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to purify so much evil."
Wang Ran shook his head: "I should thank you."
"After the resentment is purified, I will give you some money. You can go to the World Hub to buy yourself a set of clothes. Don't all angels wear armor? Change your robes."
He saw many angels in the video. They were all wearing exquisite and gorgeous armor, and the styles of the armor were exactly the same, which meant that the entire angel family had the habit of wearing armor.
Anna was his guardian angel, and he would not allow Anna to not even be able to wear a set of armor.
Anna smiled and nodded.
Wang Ran controlled the aircraft to land on the roof of a nearby skyscraper and put down the Apostle of Dawn and the cuckolded young man who was possessed by resentment.
"Find a place to educate this man."
Wang Ran looked at the unconscious cuckolded young man and said, "This man was chosen by resentment, there must be something different in his mind, help him correct it and let him be a good person."
Help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west.
The second leader said respectfully, "Please rest assured."
"Why not send him to prison." Bai Fan suddenly popped up, "Eat on time, go to bed and get up early, exercise, and learn a practical and useful life skill. Besides, there are men around, so there is no room for shyness."
Wang Ran's mouth twitched.
He really wanted to pry open Bai Fan's head to see what was in Bai Fan's mind. Why did he want to send people to prison at every turn?
But after thinking about it carefully,
Bai Fan's words made sense
. "Let's check this guy." Wang Ran pondered, "If he has bad behavior in real life, throw him in prison to train him."
Bai Fan's eyes lit up: "Great!"
He thought that this guy was chosen by resentment, and he must have resentment in his heart, and it was very strong. Such a person must have done a lot of bad things in real life, and he would be sure if he checked it out!
"Let's all disperse, we have to set off too."
Wang Ran turned and walked into the aircraft.
No one asked him how to get down. Although this is the roof, it is not a problem for the Dawn Apostle with superior physique.
Swish -
the aircraft closed the hatch and merged into the darkness in a wave of rippling waves.
The lights were dim and the smell of smoke was acrid.
This is the largest underground casino in Italy, full of shady deals and crimes that stimulate the senses.
Under the dim light, beautiful women with naked bodies are dancing on the gambling tables.
They are the dealers whose performance did not meet the standards last night. They are often pulled off the gambling tables by the customers who lost money before they can finish a song, and become tools for them to vent their grievances.
This is nothing to them.
It's nothing more than changing positions and changing the way they dance wildly, but this time they have to open their throats to accompany themselves.
Sometimes the accompaniment stops abruptly because a customer joins the dance from the front.
In the corner, there is a gambling table that is particularly hot.
"Five! Give him five!"
"Coward! What are you still hesitating about?!"
"Go to hell! Trash!"
Hundreds of people surrounded the table, and those who couldn't squeeze in jumped to other nearby tables to watch. They kept whistling at the people in front of the table, and the noisy waves almost blew the roof off.
Behind the table stood a hot white woman.
She was wearing a tight red leather jacket, and the cleavage on her chest was squeezed so deep that it seemed to accommodate men of any size, making people eager to try.
"One bullet for a million!"
She held a small and exquisite silver revolver and said in a brisk tone.
"Two bullets for three million!"
"Three bullets for six million!"
"Four bullets for sixteen million!"
"Five bullets for thirty million!"
"Everyone has only one chance. Once you make a decision, you cannot regret it. You are not allowed to escape or reduce the number of bullets temporarily, otherwise you will be broken and fed to dogs."
She patiently introduced the rules to the people at the gambling table, and then asked, "How many do you want to bet?"
Standing at the gambling table is a middle-aged man who is in a state of disarray.
Everyone who knows him knows that he borrowed a lot of high-interest loans to gamble on football, not only mortgaging his house and car, but even his wife.
He thought he knew every team, but the game just started and there was a big upset.
He lost all his money.
His house and car were gone, and his wife was sold to an unknown place.
"One by one!" The middle-aged man at the gambling table said tremblingly, "One is enough for me to pay off my gambling debts and send my children to school."
The woman suddenly raised her lips with a mocking smile on her face.
"Sorry, your minimum bet is five."
The fatal words came out of her soft red lips.
"Too bad! Huo Ji is teasing people again!"
"Look at her shameless look!"
"When will it be her turn to go to the table?" "
Huo Ji can't go to the table. Her performance is too good. She kills more than ten people every day!"
"No chance! Huo Ji is now a celebrity in the casino!"
"She only went to the table on the second day of coming to the casino. I really hate that I didn't come that day, otherwise I could let this little bitch know how powerful her father is!"
Hearing Huo Ji's words, the middle-aged man was shocked.
"Why?"
He asked in panic.
Huo Ji glanced at him with contempt. She raised her white neck and said arrogantly, "Gambling requires chips. You can't even pay for your child's tuition. How much is your one-sixth chance of death worth?"
"You are also worthy of my gambling table?"
Huo Ji's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing the middle-aged man's fragile heart.
In an instant, the middle-aged man's face turned pale.
"Hahahaha!"
Harsh laughter rang out all around.
"Are you going to gamble or not?"
Huo Ji loaded five bullets into the revolver.
"If you don't want to gamble, get out!"
"Don't stand here and affect my opening of the order!"
"Get out!"
She glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a step back.
"Don't go!"
"Think about your wife who was sold!"
"Don't you care about her anymore?"
The people around him started to make a noise.
"Your wife is suffering under countless men now, don't you want to redeem her?"
"You owe the gang so much money, how can you pay it back if you don't gamble?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"Don't you still have a one in six chance of survival?"
"If you survive, you will be a millionaire!" "
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The middle-aged man looked dazed.
Yes!
He owed the gang so much money, how can he pay it back if he doesn't gamble? If he doesn't pay the money, the gang will cut him into pieces!
Instead of that, he might as well take a gamble!
There is at least a one in six chance of survival, right? If he survives, he can not only pay off his gambling debts, but also take the money and go far away to start a new life somewhere else.
He said in a trance: "I bet, I bet."
He staggered back to the gambling table, his hands firmly on the table, as if he couldn't stand without one hand.
Huo Ji curled her lips.
She turned the magazine, and then slammed it shut with a series of crisp and pleasant sounds.
Click!
This light sound determined the fate of the middle-aged man.
Huo Ji slowly raised her arm.
Feeling the cool touch of her fingertips, looking at the middle-aged man in front of her who was shaking like a sieve, she showed a playful smile.
How many souls will be killed by the gun?
The middle-aged man looked at the black muzzle of the gun, his pupils gradually dilated.
The suffocating feeling of death enveloped him.
The clock on the wall was running slower and slower, his vision became blurred, his hearing dropped sharply, and everything around him seemed to leave him
. Suddenly, someone reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the gun.
"You deserve to die, but not now."
The middle-aged man suddenly woke up.
He turned his head and looked to his side, and saw a young and handsome Asian face.
The Asian man's clothes were extremely neat, his expression was extremely calm, and his temperament was incompatible with the gamblers around him. He looked like someone who shouldn't be here at all.
The gamblers looked at each other.
None of them noticed this Asian man, who seemed to appear at the gambling table out of thin air.
"What do you want to do?"
Huo Ji asked the uninvited guest with a stern face.
"Nothing, I also want to gamble." The Asian said kindly, "Just follow your rules."
Wow!
There was an uproar all around, and the gamblers went crazy.
"Why are you in such a hurry? It's your turn after he dies!"
"Let the Asian gamble first!"
"I want to see his brains burst out!"
"Too funny!"
"Break him! Break him!"
"Give him five too!"
Huo Ji looked around calmly and saw the casino security guard hiding in the crowd.
She was certain in her heart and smiled contemptuously, "The most important rule of roulette is fairness. No matter whether you are rich or poor, as long as you stand in front of the gun, your chances of death or survival are the same."
"Fairness is the most important."
"Except for the boss, even if the president comes, he has to queue up!"
"Why should I let you cut in?"
"I bet six bullets on me." Wang Ran smiled, "I bet your gun will jam, and I bet you can't kill me."