Chapter 340 South Park (XIV)

"I say... should we consider getting a car or something?" Feng Bujue was running wildly on the messy streets behind R2 when he spoke.

The two had been away from the shopping mall for a while. After returning to the main road of the town, R2 took Feng Bujue and started running towards the north of the town.

"I know you want to save some energy, but..." R2 replied: "There are so many dead bodies of people and monsters on the street, as well as building debris, overturned cars, sundries, etc., driving is inefficient. Moreover, if you sit in a vehicle, you are likely to be killed by such an attack."

"Huh? What do you mean by such an attack..." Feng Bujue was about to ask what this sentence meant, when suddenly, a white beam as thick as a bowl came whistling from the left front.

Feng Bujue moved in the running, with his right leg in front, his left leg stepping up, his upper body lowering his waist, and leaning back. With an extremely sharp kite flip, he barely dodged this sudden long-range sneak attack.

The beam that missed it hit a building dozens of meters away, exploded out of thin air, and burst into a flame ball with a radius of about three meters.

"Look, if you are sitting in the car at this moment, not only can you not avoid this attack, but you will also have to bear the subsequent damage of the car explosion." R2 continued calmly. The reason why he did not lend a hand at this time was because according to his analysis, Brother Jue was fully capable of avoiding this beam by himself.

"Okay, I understand what you mean..." Feng Bujue replied.

In fact, it was not easy for Brother Jue to dodge. The quick reaction was secondary. The key was to have the assistance of soul, otherwise it would not be possible to make such an extreme evasive action.

"So many have appeared without knowing it..." R2 said, and his eyes swept around. From his perspective, he could observe another scene-among the countless flowing data codes, there were many fragments of special colors moving, and these were other derivatives.

Feng Bujue, however, could not see these. At present, he was still at the stage of "seeing mountains as mountains and water as water" in the game. Therefore, as long as the enemy's figure did not appear in his field of vision, he could not judge their position.

"Why didn't I see it..." Feng Bujue replied.

"Follow closely, we have to speed up, otherwise we will be surrounded." Before he finished speaking, R2 had already accelerated like an arrow from a bow.

Seeing this, Feng Bujue had to take a step and try his best to catch up.

The current speed was the limit that Feng Bujue could reach without opening the spiritual consciousness gathering technique. R2 seemed unusually relaxed. He could even talk while running: "At this speed, we will not be attacked from a distance like just now."

Feng Bujue did not respond, because he had no spare energy to speak.

"Now, let me explain what the 'backdoor' is." R2 knew Feng Bujue's situation, so he didn't wait for him to say anything and continued: "According to the normal process, before the mirror shield is broken, the level 3 derivatives should have completed their 'missions'. When the shield fails, they will leave the sandbox. This is like the 'teleportation' after you players complete the script.

After that, the level 4 derivatives who remain in the sandbox can start to freely destroy the data in the script. This process usually lasts for eight to nine hours, and then. The level 4 derivatives must also leave. However, leaving is different from entering. The sandbox does not have a dedicated channel for them to teleport out... Therefore, there must be a 'backdoor program'."

R2 paused. Then he said: "The designer of the sandbox is Root, one of the three leaders of the Source Organization. He designed the original 'backdoor'. Each sandbox has only one door, which is designed to prevent high-level derivatives from being trapped in the sandbox for various reasons. But later, with the continuous improvement of sandbox technology, in order to make the sandbox available to more derivatives... he created a 'worm-like' backdoor that can replicate itself at high speed and appear randomly in any corner of the script world."

"Haah...haah...so, now I have countless ways to escape." Feng Bujue panted and reluctantly continued.

"No, it's not that simple." R2 immediately poured a basin of cold water on him: "Those doors are made for derivatives, and you are a player. Your data composition cannot pass through those 'backdoors'." He changed the subject, "However, there is a door that should allow you to pass."

"Is it the original one..." Feng Bujue said.

"Yes, that is the raw data of the backdoor program." R2 continued: "It is usually generated in the place where the original script data is most densely concentrated."

"That is the center of the plot..." When Feng Bujue said this, the two had slowed down.

Because they had arrived at their destination - South Park Elementary School.

"Damn capitalism, a public elementary school actually stood firm in such a disaster." Feng Bujue looked up at the school building and complained, "When I passed by the town government building just now, it was already a ruin, right?"

"You shouldn't be concerned about this kind of thing now..." R2's tone became a little nervous, and his expression was quite solemn.

Just as Feng Bujue and R2 arrived, heavy shadows emerged from nowhere on the school playground. There were more than a hundred derivatives lying in ambush here.

They have been waiting for a long time...

Feng Bujue laughed dryly: "This is why... I hate school."

"Let's stop joking." A tall female derivative stepped forward and said, "R2-Lingfeng, you entered our sandbox and killed so many compatriots. I hope you can give us a reasonable explanation."

"Pay attention, the one who is speaking is L2-Jiulan, she is also a level 2 derivative." R2 whispered to Feng Bujue beside him.

"Didn't you say that the sandbox is for level 3 and 4..."

Before Brother Jue finished speaking, R2 interrupted and said, "I'm afraid they found out what I did and entered the sandbox to deal with me."

"Oh..." Feng Bujue was calm on the surface, but he knew very well that the situation in front of him was almost extremely bad. He thought to himself, "In terms of level, they are both level 2 derivatives. Even if R2 is stronger, it is impossible for him to kill the other party instantly in a short time... Then there are more than a hundred level 4 derivatives left. Can I handle them alone..."

Just when the battle was about to break out, something strange happened.

But then, a boomerang flew from midair...

This boomerang was made of ordinary wood, and its flying speed was not very amazing, but when l2 saw it, he was actually horrified.

"How is it possible..." l2 did not dare to be arrogant, and hurriedly turned over and jumped up in surprise.

And those level 4 derivatives seemed not to see the horror of this attack, but just stood there indifferently. The next second, they were cut down by this seemingly ordinary "weapon" like mowing grass...

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, bones and skin were broken, and the boomerang killed more than 20 derivatives with a big turn.

Accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, the boomerang flew back and returned to the owner's hand.

Everyone present turned their heads to look.

I saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the road outside the school gate. He was a white man, wearing sunglasses, a classic white robe, a crown of thorns, long brown hair, and a circle of neatly trimmed beard around his mouth.

"I'm here to save you, my child." Jesus took off his sunglasses while catching the boomerang with one hand. "May God bless you." (To be continued...)