Chapter 83 Act 1 Halcyon Days Peaceful and Prosperous Times
Chapter 83 Act1·[Halcyon Days·Peaceful Era]
Foreword:
[Life is like playing chess, if you make one wrong move, you will lose everything——]
[——Sigmund Freud]
[Part·①——Fire Explosion Roller Coaster]
At the entrance to the mining area of Mimir Hot Springs Bazaar.
The two hundred-meter-high arcade stone gates are the legacy left by the giants.
Among them, the magnificent mural reliefs, the weird and curious statues of mountain monsters, and the fossil relics brought back from the depths of the underground were all transported to the museum in the city center.
Today, its radio stations and workers' squares have become empty, with only the workers' dormitories in disrepair and the lights of the penal colony proving that there are still human activities here.
The rails are intricately intertwined, and their direction is controlled by thousands of switch systems.
A total of twenty-eight floors of mining station diversion nodes form a huge mine vein, which separates coal, non-ferrous metal minerals, natural gas, eclogite and geothermal lava from different rock layers.
The mining boom of the past is no longer there.
Mimir Hot Spring Market has put a new spin on this complicated mine tunnel.
If your memory is good enough——
——I still remember that not long ago, the brothers of the Red Rock Rock Band mentioned a new and exciting amusement project.
Its full name is [Fire Explosion Roller Coaster].
One hundred hand-operated mine carts set out from this ancient mining station, passed through various turnout nodes, and finally reached different destinations.
From these one hundred mine carts, five lucky mine carts will be selected and sent to the bottom road of the hot volcano, jumping between obsidian glass rock formations and rolling on the looping roller road.
People scrambled to select their favorite contestants and squander their blood and sweat on the gambling table.
Until the bravest and luckiest warrior takes the crown. Winner takes all, loser takes dust - this is the gambling industry at Mimir Hot Springs Market.
In order to make this game more exciting and diverse, the Qingjin Police Department added the process of deporting criminals to make this [horse racing game] even more chaotic.
January 6th is Crazy Thursday.
Not only is it the KFC specials, but it’s also the day when the Flame Explosion Roller Coaster kicks off.
People were gearing up, lining up in a long line at the Floyd Mine, taking tickets for spectator seats at the ticket window, eating barbecue in front of the big circus tent, and then taking them from the collar of the hot betting lady. A lucky ticket.
They crowded at the registration window of [End of Friendship], stretched out their necks, stuck out their tongues, and raised their heads to see clearly the drivers of the ninety-five lucky mine carts on the projection screen. They wrote the corresponding numbers on the lottery tickets, hoping to win With the favor of the goddess of luck, you will get money that changes your destiny.
According to the plan, Jiang Xueming and his party boarded the bus smoothly.
Their mine car numbers were smeared with tracer paint, and in the high-speed cameras in the mine tunnels, the backstage staff of the program crew would quietly send them to the secret passage of Station Zero.
No one cares about the sudden disappearance of the minecart in the flame blast roller coaster game - just another few unlucky people missing in the mine.
If you want to win the first prize of one million pyroxene coins, you must have the consciousness to die here.
But when Jiang Xueming understood the rules of this game, he suddenly realized why Wen Bucai repeatedly emphasized the words "Don't make a living by gambling."
There's no winner in this Marseille, it's like
"It's like a ritual." Jason Megan leaned on the edge of the steel plate of the mine car's cargo bucket, his face gloomy, and he felt very uncomfortable.
The frenetic atmosphere at the scene implicated his inspiration and made him nauseous.
Bu Liuxing also had a heavy expression and felt very uncomfortable.
Only the waiter looked ignorant and patted his employer's back gently.
"Sir! What's wrong with you? Are you motion sick?"
Jason shook his head: "No, I can feel a lot of chaotic and unspeakable emotions. The people in the audience looked at me like they were picking beef cattle in the cold storage - look around again."
He pointed at the dozens of wide and crowded tracks, densely packed with mine carts from other competitors.
"These people never seem to take their lives seriously."
Various noises came from both sides of the minecart.
Jiang Xueming heard the sound and looked over.
On the left is a vibrant young lady in her early twenties, wearing heavy makeup and dressed like a monster. She winks at the equipment of the filming team, holds a PPK pistol and twists her hips towards the camera. She pulls an advertiser's ribbon on her body. The fabric is only one step away from entering the R18 channel.
She shouted loudly the slogan of her entertainment company and asked the security guards accompanying her to get ready to shake the handle and spin the steel wheel.
Look at the four old men and women in the sunset red team on the right. Their races range from Slavs to Germans. They are dressed as a family from East and West Germany, as if they are fighting another World War II.
The grandmother in the middle, a medical worker with a Soviet medal on her chest, specially brought a box of home-made explosives, and her throwing grenades was her specialty.
The other two men in the team held up a flag. It was a bakery shop in the hot spring market. It was also their slogan - it was called [Lao Lei Mother].
Wen Bucai wiped the sweat off his forehead, as if the Supreme Treasure had transformed into the Monkey King in Journey to the West, and waved his hand.
"Too damn boring."
Mr. Jason's face was filled with sullen expression, and he was nauseated by the chaotic and violent inspirational experience: "The madness in their hearts was directly projected into my head."
Jiang Xueming also saw that several mine carts had escaped in advance. Before the referee in the mining area fired a warning shot, the people on the viewing platform had already raised their guns of justice.
Like a salute of salutes——
——The slowest runner becomes a sieve.
Alert and brave, cunning and rogue vanguard troops swarmed out.
Only then did Jiang Xueming understand that there was no whistle or rules in this game.
When a bullet hit the car, Mr. Wen Bucai waved his hand and immediately lowered the heads of the four friends.
"Be careful."
I heard the gamblers on the viewing platform cursing and urging!
"Run! Why don't you run! What are you doing?"
"I made a big bet! Hey! Don't be stupid!"
"Wenluo! I recognize you! You are so capable! Why do you start talking about the chivalry of fair play at this time? Hahahaha! It feels uncomfortable to be pointed at a gun, right?! You have today too! You too..."
boom--
The powerful M500 pistol bullet erupted into a thick cloud of plasma in the audience.
Bone fragments and blood formed a fan, like hot flames, splashing all over the bodies of dozens of people.
Wen Bucai pointed his middle finger towards the audience, kicked off the brake pads, and suddenly drove on this road without regrets.
"You saw it! He was the one who made the first move! There were more than 20,000 witnesses at the scene to testify for me!"
Wen Bucai pulled his eyelids and made a face, blowing away the smoke from the M500 muzzle.
At this moment——
——Jiang Xueming beeped quietly.
"Is it too late for me to get out of the car?"
Wen Bucai whistled: "You can think of a nickname for yourself, something very exciting like [Mother of Thunder], so that when we disappear, no one will remember who we are."
Meteor suddenly raised his head: "Wang Wang expedition team?!"
Jason: "That's so retarded."
Jiang Xueming: "Beat a Dawn?"
Jason: "It's so outdated."
Wen Bucai: "Red and black?"
Jason: "It's very classical, but the plot is a bit twisted."
Waiter: "Crime and punishment?"
Jason: "I just got out of the cell, are you serious?"
"Then tell me something yourself!" The little waiter pouted and shook the steel handle vigorously to activate the mine cart.
Jason smiled, getting excited.
"We are Lingyun! [Lingyun] whose life is as thin as paper and whose heart is as high as the sky!"
The minecart goes all the way down the ramp——
——He rushes into the intricate forks.
There were gunshots and explosions everywhere.
Bu Liuxing vomited it out directly.
The waiter looked worried, but it was difficult to care about strangers, so he asked Jason: "Sir, he is the same as you! Is he sick because of this strong inspiration experience?"
Jason's expression suddenly became normal: "No, he just got motion sickness."
[Part·②——Death Gate]
On this road leading to the hell of madness, no one who died along the way was innocent.
"Don't think too much about the names of the dead souls under the gun. They have been prepared for a long time." Wen Bucai fired the bullets of the M500 and saw the steel wheels of a mine cart on the side cracked and rolled in the mine tunnel. Out of Mars.
The opponent on the mine cart fell down and turned into flesh and blood, losing limbs under the huge inertia.
Jiang Xueming saw it very clearly——
——Enemies who have lost their lower body still have to use their still healthy limbs to shoot with guns, just like those who fell into the River Styx in vain and have to use a backrest.
It only takes one breath and one breath.
While driving at high speed, the scenery along the way was like entering the Palace of All Demons, the Great Demon Palace in Pandemaninan.
The sulfur saltpeter and obsidian illuminate the veins of the entire vein under the illumination of the eclogite.
Behind the huge crystal rock foundations, you can see fellow travelers who died in various ways.
The short video crew that we just set off with has changed its leader - from a fair-skinned and beautiful young lady to a strong photography guy.
The photographer also held half of the young lady's body and frantically injected the panacea into the head actress's neck.
Farther away, a fierce battle between [Thunder-Throwing Mother] and three other mine carts was going on.
They seemed to have returned to Stalingrad, back to Berlin, back to their radiant and prosperous age.
The bombardier and the three-man stormtroopers cooperated tacitly. It only took one round of bullets to kill these young people who did not know whether to live or die.
Crazy howling, ferocious laughter.
All of this makes Jiang Xueming feel weird and terrifying.
But he didn't tremble, nor was he as confused and ignorant as the [Insect Egg] before.
This is the people of Mimir Hot Spring Market, their unique entertainment and unique soul.
The waiter and Jason worked hard to shake the steel handle, and the belt pulled the roller to spin, running forward in the mine tunnel that was sometimes deep and dark and sometimes bizarre.
Meteor was slumped next to the iron plate of the mine cart, with filth still lingering around his mouth, and he could only say Aba Aba.
Mr. Wen Bucai listened in all directions and was ready to step on the brakes at any time and launch a fatal counterattack in the direction of the bullet.
"I need backup. If you are ready," Wen Bucai suddenly said, "There are cars coming from the six o'clock and twelve o'clock directions - I will change to my main weapon and deal with the ones in front. You have to deal with them." Back."
Jiang Xueming: "Are you talking to me?"
Wen Bucai kicked Bu Liuxing and pretended to be surprised: "Oh! So I'm talking to you! Mr. Liuxing! Can you still raise the gun? You won't stop raising it, right?"
Jiang Xueming took out his new work from the weapon box.
[TTI·STI CombatMaster]
[Talan Tactics·Battle Master 2011]
A competition pistol manufactured by Prototype Tallan Tactical, a modified model based on the STI2011 gun family.
It shined in the movie "John Wick", but this weapon is also a top-notch killing weapon in reality.
It inherits all the advantages of 1911. If you have a good memory, you should remember that half a year ago, Jiang Xueming got its sister model-SVI Infiniti.
The Combat Master's trigger force is only two and a half pounds, and its continuous shooting performance is excellent and very reliable.
The dragon scale fan-shaped anti-slip pattern on the grip and the fiber optic sight seem to be able to speak, as if to say, "When you need to fight at close range, please give your life to me."
A warm and frivolous whistle came, and Wen Bucai saw the guy in Jiang Xueming's hand, as if he were seeing a posing stripper, "I understand what you mean by pulling out the pistol. Do you want to get closer? Get closer? Do you want to get closer?" One-time solution? Pistol range is limited!”
Jiang Xueming loaded the slide and chose the safest plan: "Slow down, it's best to stop the car and deal with the people behind you first. I don't like to be attacked from both sides. The accuracy of mobile shooting will decrease. The sound coming from the distance of the mine tunnel, I heard clearly that there are at least three cars approaching from behind us, and I can’t guarantee that we can kill them all.”
Wen Bucai slammed on the brakes.
Jason and the waiter responded to the wishes of their teammates and stopped rocking the handle.
From the depths of the mine tunnel, a dazzling blood-red light gradually illuminated, and the pale headlights had already dyed the blood red.
Three mine carts rushed towards them, then flashed past from the next lane. The people in the carts were still shooting at each other. When they saw the stationary target, they all pointed their guns at Jiang Xueming.
Chaotic gunshots rang out, and the battle master spit out hot tongues of fire. The gun flame was like lightning, illuminating Xueming's face again and again.
Twenty-one gunshots were fired as fast as thunder, leaving behind eight severed fingers ready to pull the trigger, as well as broken parts of firearms everywhere.
Before the armed enemies on the three minecarts had time to cry out, fragments and shattered metal pierced their torsos and arms. They all lowered their heads to dodge, trying to crawl into the box to find a panacea to regain their strength. They were in a mess. He didn't even bother to fight back.
Wen Bucai said with a smile: "I know this move. It's called Expelliarmus. The protagonist likes to use this move. I like to use Avada Kedavra, which is an unforgivable spell."
"Let's go!" Jiang Xueming kicked off the brake pads and put away the battle master: "Now we only need to deal with the enemies in one direction."
Jason saw it clearly and understood it——
——He could feel that the cold young man had a strong murderous intention in his heart just now, but he controlled it with strong reason in an instant, like extinguishing a flame, like controlling muscles, precisely controlling his subconscious.
This was the ability that Jason envied and was jealous of.
It was the control he always wanted to have.
Even in the face of death threats, he can always remain calm and find the correct path to solve the problem as quickly as possible.
If this kid had just aimed at the heads one by one and had murderous intentions - this was definitely not the result.
The human body has two complementary movement systems, one controlled by the brain and the other controlled by spinal nerves. Even if the brain is destroyed, the neural activity after death will cause these crazy corpses to pull the fatal trigger.
Jiang Xueming chose the simplest and most direct survival path and destroyed the enemy's weapons immediately.
So many goals, such a chaotic environment.
Jiang Xueming followed the correct sequence and pulled the correct trigger.
This ability to find [Death Door] is simply incredible to Jason.
The Gate of Death - also called the Gate of Death.
This concept of a near-death state was mentioned more than once in the official terminology of the station.
Whether it is the physical essence or the spiritual essence, they all have the [Death Door]. It is like Achilles' heel. Even the most powerful giant has a fragile heel.
How to defeat a seemingly flawless enemy? Only by looking for the enemy's death door can we reach the end of victory.
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Jiang Xueming once experienced the feeling of stepping into the gate of hell. Under the stimulation of strong light and sound, his spiritual essence became fragile and sensitive, making it difficult to breathe. The cavities, acupoints, muscles and bones of the body also began to function poorly.
At that moment, he saw his [Death Door].
Back to the minecart——
——Jason and Wen Bucai, two veterans who have been around the underground world for many years, discovered the same thing by chance.
Jiang Xueming's talent is outstanding.
His method of finding [Death Door] is simple, direct, and effective—almost a natural killer.
[Part·③——Take a break]
After thirteen minutes of fierce competition.
With fewer and fewer opponents left, Jiang Xueming asked the crew to slow down. Generally speaking, in battle royale death games like PUGB, running faster means dying faster.
The winner is often the one who survives until the end.
But their end point is not how to win this game - it is to follow the warden's arrangement and enter the intersection of No. 14 and go to the underground volcano branch.
The mine cart was smooth and quiet. It entered the fork as planned and headed for the big platform of the lava lake.
No other enemies will be seen on this road, and you can get a moment of peace in the chaotic and unspeakable fighting.
Jiang Xueming and Wen Bucai also started to shake the steel handle, fearing that they would not be able to jump quickly enough to risk their lives in such a place.
Xueming could feel that the action of standing and shooting just now was much smoother than the previous shooting range training.
From stillness to shooting, there seems to be another limb in the body, activating muscles and bones to express more precise body language.
——This is me after [transformation]?
At this moment, there was an inexplicable silence in his heart, and his body and spirit reached reconciliation and unity.
This was the first time he faced an enemy attack after his transformation, and the results were impressive. The seeds of strength took root and sprouted in his body. The six months of practice were not in vain, and finally blossomed and grew a sweet fruit.
The sudden weightlessness brought him back to reality.
They flew -
——Jiang Xueming felt that time had slowed down.
He saw Mr. Jason hugging the waiter tightly, the lapis lazuli stone suddenly bursting into hot blue flames, and a pair of invisible spiritual palms firmly holding them in the carriage - that was another kind of bravery. In order to protect someone, you have to go to great lengths to be brave.
He saw Wen Bucai hugging the collar of Meteor's neck, as if doing Tai Chi, and the pulling and pulling movements were very similar to the dynamic balance maintained by Teacher Victor when pulling the book box. After just a few fiddles, the meteor swam back from outside the car like a fish in the water.
He felt his body was unbalanced and wanted to grab something, but his heart suddenly sank. The spirit body in the limbs seemed to hear the order, and the soles of his feet naturally attached to the iron plate of the car bottom, and his hands rested on the edge of the mine car.
When the mine cart landed, neither the huge sound nor the power shook Xueming's body. His knees were as flexible as two rubber bands. He only staggered slightly with a slight cushioning, and bent his steps like a rubber man. Then he immediately returned like a pendulum. position, breathing becomes smooth again.
He looked back and looked up to see the contestants still chasing each other and fighting to the death on the cliff walkway of the mine.
"It's a bit offensive to say it," Jiang Xueming thought carefully: "Obviously our inner world is so wonderful. This kind of life-and-death struggle for nothing seems to be caused by overeating."
Wen Bucai put Bu Liuxing down.
"It's a good thing. In the peaceful and prosperous times, there will be people who are full and working hard to have fun."
"I'm sorry." Jiang Xueming finally put away the attitude of following others' opinions: "I shouldn't say this, it sounds too arrogant."
"Being aware of your arrogance is also a great thing." Wen Bucai said unhurriedly: "Maybe for you, life is like playing chess. If you make one wrong move, you will lose everything."
Jiang Xueming sat down, taking a good rest to let his hot brain and dry eyes return to their best condition.
he answered.
"Life is worse than playing chess. If you don't have the chance to play another game, you can't regret it."
The mine cart drove into a deep and remote secret passage.
The iron wheels rolled against the rails, making the noise of crushing gravel and sand.
Everything is quiet.
It's time to take a break and recuperate.