40: 43, Chapter 4 Ascension (5K)_3 40: 43, Chapter 4 Ascension (5K)_3 So people died in spike traps, so were cut into pieces by sharp steel cables, so inhaled poison gas and turned purple as they fell to the ground dead, and so were burnt alive into charcoal.
Each ti 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.
Nine million.
Fifteen million.
Twenty-seven million.
Unit, US Dollar.
These elites were playing a betting ga, 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 sowhat 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 dia what I saw here after I get out?”
“Mr.
Owen, you are a smart man, you should understand the rules of the ga.
Moreover, most of the news dia you know are owned by the people in this banquet.
Even if you put the news out, no dia will report it.
How to put it…
this is like a recreational ga within a circle, held every few years.
Only those who participate in this kind of ga 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, “Rember the surveillance footage from the secret room?
He said he was in New xico City, but this here is New York, and the ti 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 judgnt.
Mike has been dead for a long ti.”
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 movents 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 cara to prevent from seeing the phone booth dial, but you did not expect to deduce the number from the movent 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 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 co 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 mory.
“You…
you’re not Owen?”
“?
Of course not, I am the justice partner, cri nesis, night walker, protector of the weak, professional rcenary, winner of the Red Star Kindergarten perfect attendance Little Star Award, Handso, Kobe hater, Brother Tiger from Shenyang, gaming master…”
Once he ntioned this, Li Cheng suddenly beca spirited and rattled off a long list of nicknas.
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 ti, 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 nesis of Japanese Karate, nicknad Devil Muscle Man…”
The old man finally couldn’t suppress the increasingly strong sense of unease and shouted towards the ard guards, “Seize him!”
The ard personnel surged forward and grabbed Li Cheng’s arms.
Clink!
Li Cheng suddenly flicked the Mantis Arm Bone Blade from his hand, slicing off all the fingers that were touching his arm.
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 ga, officially begins.”
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