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Chapter 297: That's a Bomb(1/2)

No matter how you play, you have to finish the battle flag.

After those beautiful girls implant the tracker and bomb into each duel.

Those beautiful girls, as well as those guys wearing white coats and looking like doctors, and those beauties in bikini, were all gone, and I don’t know where they went.

It makes people think they are like a group of ghosts, and they will disappear if they can't be seen.

How could it be a ghost? It was just that everyone just ignored it and let them disappear.

No, it shouldn't be said to have disappeared. It should be said that they were hiding.

There is a reason why they hide.

Because they did something bad, they were afraid of being hurt by these duels.

But those duels didn't know that some guys who hadn't seen enough of the beauty had started to yell immediately.

It's time to see a beautiful woman?

Let’s think about how to save your life first!

At this time, after immersing for a while, the gentle voice sounded again: "Brave heroes, ten seconds later, the game will officially start. Before starting, I used this short time to introduce the rules of the game to you more specifically.

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"I believe no one will forget, so soon, what has been implanted into your bodies just now. I am very sad because what I want to tell you is that it will explode. Boom! What a loud noise,

It's so scary."

"Don't hide, because if anyone hasn't moved within ten minutes, it will explode."

"Don't be rude, because within ten minutes, if you don't fight with other duels, it will explode."

"Of course, if everyone can abide by the rules of the game, it will not explode."

"Finally, I'll tell you with regret. There can only be one hero in each war zone. He will be full of honors and fight for the final war king!"

"I am really worried about you. I hope that the hero who came out alive is you!"

"You are already listed on the screen. I wish you all a safe return. Oh, I can't say more. Time is coming, three... two... one..."

All the duels looked at each other.

The duels who didn't know this was a death game felt like they had two dreams. One was a beautiful dream and the other was a nightmare.

At the beginning, their employers hired them at all costs, making them become rich overnight and live a life of superiority.

This is a beautiful dream.

But before the dream is satisfied, the nightmare comes.

And those duels who already knew the battle flag knew that this was a game of death.

They thought they knew this game very well, but now they realized that they didn't understand it at all.

Even though I knew it was a death game, I still came to participate.

It is because they hold a little luck, and as long as they hide themselves tightly, they don’t believe that they won’t be able to end up.

But now it seems that the trace of luck they have in mind is all extremely stupid thoughts.

The body is implanted with that shit thing. As long as it does not move within ten minutes, it will not fight with other duels within ten minutes. The thing in the body will explode, causing the person to be fumbled into blood and blood!

How can you hide yourself?

Hiding yourself is equivalent to committing suicide!

What’s even more cruel is that there can only be one person in each war zone who can come out alive.

Doesn’t that mean that the rest of the people are going to die?!

It is worthy of being called the game of death. It is cruel, violent, bloody, and hateful!

All the duels were immediately angry.

They cursed loudly, trying to take out the implanted objects, but found that it was impossible.

Use a knife to open your neck?

I'm afraid before I took out that thing, my life will be explained first.

They angrily searched for the bastards who were hiding, but found that they had really been hiding without a trace.

I was so angry that I could only enjoy the words of four or five hundred strong men.

Some duels shouted, and stood here without listening to those bastards. Anyway, they did nothing, so the battle flag could not begin.

This method of venting anger seems to have been approved by most people.

They thought that if they did this, the battle flag would really not be able to start. The manipulator behind the scenes would definitely stand up and give them an explanation.

At this time, they still have such ideas in this place. I can only say that they are really naive.

Didn't they feel it?

Around them, there was a murderous aura gradually spreading.

The source of those murderous auras is naturally the duels.

But these duels are a minority, and they come for this game of death. They like cruelty, violence, and blood.

They also came for the King of War. They were self-righteous and thought they could stand to the end and become the last one to live!

So, they will give this death game, a real start.

In the crowd, a dazzling splash of red followed by an extremely shrill scream.

The originally chaotic crowd suddenly became silent.

When everyone looked at the screaming sound, the scene they saw immediately made most of them stunned and frightened.

One duel was killed by another duel!

The killed duel has half his head cut off. The half left on his body is still splashing around.

The other half flew toward with the splash of blood.

One of the eyes left behind is unwilling to die with your eyes.

It seemed that he hadn't even reacted yet, and he had become someone else's soul.

With a 'plop', he simply fell into a pool of blood and died.

And the murderer was a sneer that looked only in his early twenties, but his face was filled with a gloomy sneer that only hell could have.

He held a scimitar in both hands, and there was no drop of blood on the scimitar that seemed not sharp.

However, blood splattered on his face.

He wiped it with his hands, and after wiping it, he licked the blood on his fingers with his tongue.

It's like a vampire enjoying this beautiful blood.

When everyone's attention was still on this cruel and ruthless young man, two shrill screams came.

Everyone looked in the sound, and the two guys swayed left and right, like two headless flies.

No, they are not two headless flies, they are two dead people with no heads!

Lost your head?

Yes, yes, they have no heads!

The blood that was gushing upwards was like two fountains.

It’s just that such a fountain makes people unable to take a look at it.

And their heads that moved with their bodies were already sliding across the sky like two beautiful parabolas in the sky, preparing to fly down.

At this moment, a guy jumped and the iron whip he grabbed in his hand came out.

At the end of the iron whip is a sharp arrow. It is like a candied haws, strung together the two heads that are about to fly.

Before that guy landed, two heads had been thrown to the ground. After that guy landed, he stepped on the two heads with his feet.

It seemed that people could hear the sound of "kappa". This was the sound of bone shattering. I'm afraid the skulls of the two human heads had been trampled to pieces by that guy.

Looking at this tall and slightly exaggerated guy, most of the duels took a breath and their faces turned pale in an instant.

Another murderous demon!

The ghost knows how many such murderous demons are among this group of duels.

Immediately, the duels who were not originally rushing to the King of War were panicked and ran around.

Too cruel, too bloody, too devilish.

It would be better to let them not want to stay in this ghost place for a while, they would leave here. Even if they jumped out of the lake, swam beyond the shore, and drowned in the water, it would be better than to die without a complete body.

However, when the crowd fell into chaos, the gentle voice sounded again.

But at this moment, who still thinks this voice is gentle and sweet? It is the devil's voice, hateful, hateful, hateful!

If you can't catch this woman talking, otherwise, even if you die, you will have to tear her to pieces first.
To be continued...
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