40: 43, Chapter 4 Ascension (5K)_3
40: 43, Chapter 4 Ascension (5K)_3
Some people died in spike traps, some were cut into pieces by sharp steel cables, some inhaled poison gas and turned purple as they fell to the ground dead, and some were burnt alive into charcoal.
Each time a Challenger died, their screen would turn gray and display the word [Eliminated].
And on the screen of the remaining survivors, a string of numbers would be added.
Accumulated chips: Six million.
Twenty-seven million.
These elites were playing a betting game, wagering on which of the dozens of Challengers in the building’s secret room would die and who would survive.
Those who won laughed heartily, while those who lost did not wail or steal, but look somewhat regretful.
Millions of US dollars and multiple human lives, to them, were just chips.
“Ha, it really is as I thought, beasts devouring humans.”
Li Cheng shook his head with a wry smile and asked the elderly man in a suit, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll tell the media what I saw here after I get out?”
Owen, you are a smart man, you should understand the rules of the game.
Moreover, most of the news media you know are owned by the people in this banquet.
Even if you put the news out, no media will report it.
this is like a recreational game within a circle, held every few years.
Only those who participate in this kind of game can be considered as insiders and gain access to the resources of the circle.”
The elderly man in the suit smirked and said indifferently, “I’d rather know why you gave up on Mike Garcia without hesitation in the third secret room.
To my knowledge, he’s been your best friend since childhood, your comrade, your best man, and confidant.”
“Because Mike is already dead.”
Li Cheng said indifferently, “Remember the surveillance footage from the secret room?
He said he was in New Mexico City, but this here is New York, and the time zones are only an hour apart.
It can’t be night here and noon there.
The only explanation is that the surveillance footage was pre-recorded and released to mislead my judgment.
Mike has been dead for a long time.”
The elderly man in the suit was utterly astonished, “Wait, how do you know this is New York?
We injected you with an anesthetic and transported you from London back to New York; you shouldn’t know the location.”
“It’s simple, the movements Mike made while entering the phone number.”
Li Cheng calmly said, “When dialing an international long distance call, 001 is the country code for the United States, and 212 is the area code for New York City.
You adjusted the position of the surveillance camera to prevent me from seeing the phone booth dial, but you did not expect me to deduce the number from the movement of Mike’s arm.
And as for what you said about ‘transporting back to New York,’ interesting, it seems that this Mr.
Owen Hedges was originally from New York.
And the coordinates in the first secret room, let me think, 20 degrees north latitude, 79.9 degrees west longitude, should be the Guantanamo US military base, right?
Combining Owen’s identity as a human rights lawyer, all the clues come together — Owen investigated torture cases in the military base, faced secret retaliation, his family was burnt to death, and Owen himself fell into decay and lost his job.
You killed Owen’s family and his best friend, you are unlikely to let Owen leave, you’re still going to have to send him off.
Once he dies, it’ll just be another unnoticed obituary in the newspaper, just like the leaders of Occupy Wall Street a few years ago, and the recent whistleblowers of the Boeing plane accidents.”
You know, this mission’s objective is [Stay alive until you escape the Dark Room]
Not [Escape the Dark Room, stay alive]
The system also subtly hinted at its mission objective.
Li Cheng’s overly indifferent and distant tone caused the white elderly man’s eyebrows to furrow involuntarily.
The anesthesia they injected into Owen Hedges was supposed to put people to sleep, not alter their personality or memory.
Of course not, I am the justice partner, crime nemesis, night walker, protector of the weak, professional mercenary, winner of the Red Star Kindergarten perfect attendance Little Star Award, Handsome, Kobe hater, Brother Tiger from Shenyang, gaming master…”
Once he mentioned this, Li Cheng suddenly became spirited and rattled off a long list of nicknames.
Unfortunately, the white elderly man wasn’t a big fan of the author Da Bing, and didn’t get the references, otherwise, he would have retorted, “Sorry, there’s no room for so many people here.”
[Mission objective accomplished]
[Player restriction lifted]
[Script Task “Escape from Hell” completed, 5 minutes until teleportation]
The system’s notification echoed in Li Cheng’s mind as he chuckled and twisted his neck, introducing, “In 1974, I won the Southeast Asia Freedom Fight championship for the first time, defeated Japan’s heavyweight Hand Grenade Lei Long in 1980, then continuously for three years, beat all Karate masters, winning the All Japan Freedom Fighting Championship, mastered Ancient Chinese Boxing, known as the nemesis of Japanese Karate, nicknamed Devil Muscle Man…”
The old man finally couldn’t suppress the increasingly strong sense of unease and shouted towards the armed guards, “Seize him!”
The armed personnel surged forward and grabbed Li Cheng’s arms.
Li Cheng suddenly flicked the Mantis Arm Bone Blade from his hand, slicing off all the fingers that were touching his arm. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel★fire.net
Blood sprayed wildly, soaking the expensive Persian carpet.
The guards’ screams echoed in the grand and luxurious building hall.
Those mingling elites, hearing the commotion, halted their joyful conversations and turned to look over simultaneously.
In the horrified gazes of the crowd, black Armor slowly covered Li Cheng’s cheeks, chest, and back, and dark horns grew from his forehead.
He casually smashed the elevator call button, cutting off the escape route.
Turning his head, he glanced at the full room of elites with a slight smile, “The game, officially begins.”