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Bai Jingan got up from the ground again, but he still couldn’t stand stably and fell over again. He was in so much pain that it felt like his internal organs were on fire. He heard Doug call out from behind: “Bai Jingan, calm down!”
Bai Jingan felt that he was very calm. He spit out the blood in his mouth, then drew out a gun from his back.
He now knew the model of this encapsulator. It was Encapsulation Master 2-7 type, an old-fashioned energy net that was palm sized, nailed to the door wall.
He did a quick calculation, found the angle, and shot obliquely at the concrete wall.
The bullet hit the wall, raising a cloud of dust, and leaving a hole. Bai Jingan fired a second shot without stopping.
His movements were very steady, but in the dim fluorescent lights and the distortion of the energy net, he looked like a pale malevolent spirit that had been awakened from the Asura field, and if you touched him, you would be subjected to an injury by a tremendous force.
“Anything Can Be Taught” heard the sound of the gunfire, but didn’t even look at him. He knew that Bai Jingan only had a .32 revolver, and the bullets were useless against the net.
Bai Jing stabilized the handle of the gun, fine-tuned the angle, and fired a third shot.
The bullet passed through the hole on the wall, and penetrated the outside of the encapsulator obliquely from the rear. The energy net made a sizzling sound, and flickered a few times before going out fully.
Before it disappeared completely, Bai Jingan raised his hand again and hit the exposed gas pipe overhead with another shot.
Upon contact with the gunfire, the old-fashioned gas pipe burst into fire instantly, and flames spread wildly along the ceiling. The building board collapsed again in a blink of an eye, and the shattered belt extended, and it was about to tear the entire maintenance area apart.
On the contrary, nothing happened within the prison area. It was maybe because the planning team changed the structure of the building in a hurry, even the internal construction of the room was changed together.
The pervert was fully focused on Xia Tian and he became aware of the explosion only after it occurred. He took a step back in a panic, but a built-in pipe blew up, making a loud blasting sound. He was so startled that he almost fell over.
This explosion was accompanied by a large amount of flames. Although the combustible gas hadn’t been used for a long time, the energy was still huge. Several bottles containing combustibles burst open, and the room was hot like hell for a while.
Bai Jingan walked into the flames.
He was angry, but his footsteps were steady and without the slightest hesitation. He had the momentum of “Killing God when meeting God and killing Buddha when meeting Buddha“.
Doug looked at him from behind, and for a moment, he felt that the person who was heading to the battlefield was a stranger, someone completely different from Bai Jingan.
The flames bared their teeth and claws and dyed the battlefield bloody.
The mimic worm retreated, but a few humanoid white worms were still growling and rushing towards them. The planning team still wanted to maintain the situation and return things to their original position.
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Doug shot from behind, hitting one of them in the face. It tilted a bit but still wanted to continue rushing over, but Feng Shan immediately made a shot, shooting obliquely through its head, and it fell to the ground and died.
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For him, the victim’s anger or desperate fight was very common in shows, movies, or games. You could easily handle it if you had equipment in your hand.
But at this moment, he shuddered in fear.
That kind of boiling anger was so close, so real and huge, different from the effects of drugs—it was strange and deadly, completely different from what he had imagined.
“Anything Can Be Taught” stepped back and saw a humanoid white worm lying in ambush behind the gurney rushing towards Bai Jingan.
The distance was too close, the man didn’t even use a gun. He just dodged slightly, raised his hand to jam the monster’s neck, and twisted it off.
It was sharp and cruel, textbook-standard, beautiful as if it had its own spotlight, but also cold with no room for change.
“Anything Can Be Taught” shivered, turned, and ran. For the first time in his life he wanted to distance himself from the scene of the Killing Show, the farther the better.
Bai Jingan only had a .32 revolver, so it was hard for himt to hit the other party in this kind of chaos. Even if he was shot, as long as he didn’t die immediately, the medical team could always make it seem like it never happened.
This allowed “Anything Can Be Taught” to regain a little confidence. As long as he was sharp-eyed, deft-handed and quick-witted, the show was just a game.
He turned his head and gloated as he watched Bai Jingan walk towards Xia Tian, ignoring the few mimic worms on the ceiling.
This was also normal. Mimic worms were afraid of fire and wouldn’t appear in such a place. But all the monsters here had biochemical chips in their bodies, which allowed them to go against their biological instincts and act according to the requirements of the planning team.
He stared at the man’s appearance. At this moment, Bai Jingan looked strange, not at all like his usual self. This tactical planner was always aloof and distant, but now he was dirty, with blood on his face… No, it was not his appearance that looked strange, but his entire demeanor and movements, as if something from the battlefield had invaded him, making him like a demon or an evil spirit.
Bai Jingan rushed to Xia Tian’s side, and at this moment, a mimic worm lowered itself from the ceiling and curled up violently around his right arm.
Then it quickly slid down, rolled to his chest, and pulled him up.
Bai Jingan noticed it the moment it touched him. He bit the barrel of the gun in his mouth and drew a knife from his boots—guns were useless against this thing.
He drew the knife backward, twisted his legs around the tentacle-like thing, stabbed the knife in, and slashed down fiercely.
After he cut the mimic worm into two pieces, it lost its strength, and he fell to the ground from mid-air. He swept a quick glance around him and saw a high-strength cleaning agent beside his feet.
It was used by Xia Tian when he had attacked the defense net before. Its outer shell was probably a high-strength alloy and it obviously didn’t explode, but it was burned beyond recognition and was quite close to shattering.
Another mimic worm came from behind and lifted him upwards, and there were now five or six super-large things lying on the ceiling, vowing to interrupt the rescue.
Bai Jingan brought over the highly flammable cleaning agent towards him with one foot and stretched out his hand to grab it.
At the angle at which the mimic worm rolled him towards the ceiling, Bai Jingan threw the metal bottle upwards. It drew a steep arc, and when it reached the highest point and was about to fall down, he raised his hand and fired a shot.
Crimson flames burst forth from the ceiling, followed by a hissing sound of burning flesh. The tentacles loosened and Bai Jingan fell to the ground. He staggered slightly, but immediately stood firm and blocked Xia Tian from the debris that was falling from above.
The exploded fragments scattered in all directions, and he didn’t want Xia Tian to be injured further.
“Anything Can Be Taught” stared blankly at the scene, just to catch Bai Jingan turn his head to look at him.
The man’s forehead was injured, and half of his face was bleeding. He looked like a demon from the depths of hell.
“Anything Can Be Taught” panicked and pressed the small defensive device forcefully, trying to maximize the force field, so as to deflect at least one bullet—
Amidst the chaos, he saw Bai Jingan raise his hand and shoot. Then he realized that the bullet didn’t hit him, and he didn’t understand why Bai Jingan didn’t shoot him… At this moment, the crumbling ceiling above him crashed down.
There was a large cloud of smoke and dust all around. The thin defensive net couldn’t resist such an overwhelming pressure coming from every direction. It flickered for a while before completely ceasing to function.
Numerous building boards smashed that pervert to the ground, and an old-fashioned steel bar pierced his lower abdomen. The pain was so intense and unfamiliar that he screamed out loudly.
He didn’t know what to do. No matter how hard he struggled, the pain was still there. The situation was extremely dangerous and he couldn’t find a way to stop the pain. He was submerged in the hellish scene of this most popular Killing Show.
Bai Jingan was standing in the burning repair shop, half of his face was covered with blood, and his body was full of murderous aura. The burning monster above was like a sky composed of death, flesh and blood, stern and unbeatable.
He withdrew the knife and turned his head to look at Xia Tian.
The neck of his comrade-in-arms was buckled by an iron chain, and it was firmly locked on the metal rail on the gurney, preventing him from moving even an inch. That pervert had stabbed him through his right knee, and the wound looked quite gruesome up close.
His hair was soaked with sweat, but he was still staring at the place where “Anything Can Be Taught” disappeared. Even at this point, his eyes were still overflowing with violence and hatred.
Bai Jingan shot and broke the chain. Only then did Xia Tian realize what was happening and turned to look at him.
He looked at Bai Jingan as if he wasn’t sure who he was, what the situation was, and why anyone would come to his rescue.
Bai Jingan reached out and pulled Xia Tian’s raised T-shirt down, moving as gently as he could, but it probably didn’t make much sense for Xia Tian, he was in too much pain.
“I’ll be quick,” he said in a low and muffled voice that didn’t sound like him at all.
He grabbed the steel pipe on Xia Tian’s right knee, paused for a second, and took a breath before pulling it out at one go.
The body under his hand jerked, no longer having the strength to do anything else in response.
He went to unplug the metal tube that was inserted into Xia Tian’s right arm. It was burning hot when it had been inserted and was stuck to flesh, making him want to vomit. Bai Jingan felt huge anger welling in his chest and wanted to explode, but he didn’t know what to do.
Xia Tian lay there, trembling only a little as he pulled out the metal that had nailed his hands and feet.
There was another explosion. Even the reinforced fireproof building board, under so many bullets, fuel oil and combustible gas, became fragile like paper cardboard.
Bai Jingan helped Xia Tian off the gurney. The man fell to the ground in a heap just as his feet touched the ground. Bai Jingan knelt next to him, grabbed one of his arms and dragged him back, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. The explosions continued.
The organizer’s plan was very clear, Bai Jingan thought gloomily. They planned to cripple Xia Tian’s arms and legs, just like cutting off the sharp claws of a wild beast. Only then could they freely torture him without facing any retaliation.
The Upper World had always been like this. It always wanted all the good, exciting, and “dramatic” things only to crush them in front of the cameras… but thought it wouldn’t cost anything.
As Xia Tian was dragged along, he remained silent, only his eyes became deeper and deeper, as he searched the smoke-filled hall with extreme stubbornness.
Then he raised his only intact arm and picked up Bai Jingan’s gun pinned to his waist. His fingers slid twice before he could be steady. His strength had not recovered yet, and his movements were very light, but still very precise.
Bai Jingan glanced at him. Xia Tian’s long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he looked wretched and pitiful, but he still calmly looked down at the bullet.
There was only one bullet left. Xia Tian slid the wheel back with one hand. His hand was very steady, and he knew what he was going to do.
He lifted the gun and waited a few seconds to gather his strength.
Amid the smoke and dust, he saw the figure of the “tyrant” of the torture chamber, pushing away the building board that was holding him down. A steel bar had pierced in his lower abdomen, and he seemed to finally feel the pain. But the planning team wouldn’t let him die in an accident.
The man also saw Xia Tian, froze for a moment, suddenly turned around, and ran in the opposite direction in a miserable manner. In this moment, all identity, role and protection had disappeared. All he had left now was the most primal, obsessive instincts. All he knew was kill or be killed.
Xia Tian stared at him, the fire reflected in the pupils of his eyes, cold yet burning, like it could devour everything and set the whole world on fire.
He held the aiming action for three seconds and pulled the trigger.
The shot was very stable, hitting “Anything Can Be Taught” at the back of his head. The bullet penetrated into his brainstem, and exploded it into pieces. Even the medical department in the Upper City didn’t have the ability to save him now.
The man fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open, looking at the exit.
As soon as he reached the door and entered the realm of the mutant creatures, the show would be over and the game of his life would continue. In that place, death was always there, but the enjoyment never ended…
After he fired the last bullet, Xia Tian lowered his hand, looked at the fallen corpse in front of him, and his mouth corners cocked up in a devilish smile.
He was so injured that he couldn’t even stand up, and there was a cold hostility deep in his eyes, but his smile was brilliant and proud.
In this nightmarish revenge, his smile was like a gleam of an overly sharp blade, bright enough to make people’s hearts palpitate.
“He was so injured that he couldn’t even stand up, and there was a cold hostility deep in his eyes, but his smile was brilliant and proud”
My God, this sent shivers down my spine and made my heart flutter simultaneously.
Finally that pervert is dead
Thanks for the chapter
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