Chapter 167 Primary Battlefield 2

There are a lot of people with rifles here now, looking around vigilantly, they don't look like ordinary gangsters, but are very serious on duty.

He knew about the bombing of Ms. Swan, but the time was too short for super rescue.

In one day, he participated in a total of three circles, and the palladium poison on his body had dropped below single digits. He had experienced the power of the gods' control before, and now he personally felt the unscientific reasoning of the gods' healing magic. It was so rude, and all the palladium poison on his body was cleaned up...

It's just that palladium poison cannot be eradicated as long as he wears the Ark reactor, so he gave up continuing the boring circle and flew to Los Angeles overnight.

At present, the public beta location of the game is temporarily set in Los Angeles, because there are still few people who have passed the full experience of the movie, and there is no need to use the multi-city network to open it.

The number of people today is a bit more than yesterday, but it is limited.

When watching TV on the plane, the TV has already begun to report the abnormality of this game.

But what they said was very superficial. Only those who have actually participated in this game know the greatness of this game. This is no longer a game, and it should be called a virtual reality.

When you get inside, it feels like your soul has traveled through it, no different from the real world.

In the crowd, he suddenly found Steve Rogers! He was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, obviously entering the virtual reality.

Tony naturally knew about his resurrection. When S.H.I.E.L.D. took away the vibrating gold shield, it stated that it was returning it to its original owner, which meant that Captain America was resurrected in some way.

The world is becoming more and more unscientific. Perhaps, it is time to accept some new unscientific things, just like the technology of the gods in front of us. If this is a technology, it is a technology that is several levels beyond human civilization , but it is much easier to understand if it is regarded as a mysterious magic spell.

He has personally experienced the personal freedom being restricted by the gods, so he understands.

The first prize is still there, and his progress for the day he left seems to be the same as yesterday.

This is not entirely a physical game. There must be some way to win, but it is definitely not opportunistic.

He was not in a hurry to enter the game, but asked Jarvis to help him look up a lot of soldiers' equipment materials from World War II to see if it was possible to use these basic equipment materials to allow him to survive the first 50 meters of life and death in the sea.

After Jarvis listed the equipment, he had already set his sights on several equipment.

First one, the luggage water bottle!

This thing can provide a lot of buoyancy after emptying the water inside.

The marching quilt and the marching tent are the chief culprits of consuming his stamina, but they must not be thrown away, otherwise the squad leader will immediately think that you have thrown away the armaments at will and kill you immediately.

But it is still possible to think of a way to wrap the quilt with a waterproof marching tent, so that they can provide considerable buoyancy before the water soaks it.

In any case, these buoyancy is enough to make people float on the water without sinking.

But the hateful system, after you enter, you will forget all the methods you are thinking now, and you can only remember some memories that have died, and it is the kind that is very easy to forget, like a dream.

He had to think of a way to guide himself in this direction in the game and make his brain move.

He was so tired that he fell asleep unknowingly, and when he woke up, it was already bright.

"Not good! Has anyone cleared the level?"

He quickly joined the game, but there was no new information on the bulletin board, he let out a long sigh of relief, and backed out, he had to replenish his energy and eat something.

After eating, he re-entered the battlefield. The battlefield was not finished yet, so he chose to watch it after entering. He wanted to see Steve Rogers' performance, but he couldn't see Steve Rogers on the battlefield at all.

Maybe he reached a higher level of battle, after all, Steve Rogers is a genetically modified person.

Every time he watches the battlefield, he has many thoughts, but after entering the game, he forgets all of them, which is too unfriendly.

When the battlefield reopened, he hurried in.

Sure enough, he only remembered how he died the last few times, and he couldn't remember anything else.

Although he didn't understand why he was doing this, he understood it as God's mercy on him.

Several times of drowning experience made him think about how to avoid drowning under realistic conditions. He can swim, but he has never tried swimming with half a person on his back, so they all sank. Let the squad leader beat him to death, so he has to find another way.

After taking a sip of water and closing the lid, he suddenly found that the aluminum 2-liter marching pot in his hand seemed to give him some reminders.

He hurriedly poured out all the water in the camping jug, screwed the lid, and then secretly loosened the straps of the camping bag, making sure that after falling into the water, he could easily loosen them with just a few movements.

When opening the cabin, he tried his best to lean on the sideboard. This time he escaped the machine gun fire. When leaving the cabin, he tried his best to the side and jumped far away. As soon as he fell into the water, he immediately started to tear the rope Knot and pretend it was dropped when he jumped out.

Without the biggest burden, this time, relying on his greatly recovered body, the marching kettle and his swimming skills, he ignored the cries of his teammates along the way, and finally arrived on the beach smoothly.

There are some larger steel repelling horses on the beach, which were placed by the Germans to prevent ships from rushing directly to the shore, but this also became a small safe haven for the landing infantry.

He hid behind the horse and tried to see the machine gun point in the distance, but it was too far away, and with the smoke and the faint morning fog blocking him, he couldn't see carefully.

Just as he was about to run to the next refusal horse, a shell exploded beside him...

"boom!"

"fk!" He exited cursing again.

This feeling of being crushed to pieces was not good. Although he didn't have any pain on his body at this time, he clearly brought that feeling over. It took him half an hour to recover.

Then, he waited for another half an hour, and finally waited until it started again. The player's persistence in it seemed to have become a little longer.

He is working hard, and others are no worse than him! It seems to be a little stronger than him, because he hasn't had that kind of game, as soon as he quits, the game announces the death of all players, which means that he is not the last one.

How can I, Tony Stark, be worse than others?

Even if you want to die, you have to stay until the last one before you die!

After entering the game again, because of his previous experience, he followed the same pattern and went to the beach again, but this time, because the place where he stayed seemed to be safer, several people followed him, and the result was that he hid Juma was taken care of by machine guns and artillery fire!

He backed out again doing things, but failed to realize his wish to stand to the end.

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