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Chapter 468 I'm waiting for the catch

There is a quick explosion on the Internet on the modern earth! This famous line, but now I have traveled through time, although I don’t know whether the tomboy just now was in full charge, I really exploded in front of everyone.

Of course, in order to avoid human life, the organizers of the Madden Cyclone Conference have definitely been adjusted, but it is still more than enough to overturn the boat.

The work boat rescued all the members of the tomboy team who fell into the water and sent them to the repatriation boat. Judging from the fact that they did not even dare to enter the third track when they saved people, but stayed outside and used fishing nets to catch people, it was obvious that even the staff of the conference were afraid of the disgustingness of the third level.

It would be too immoral to bury the mines directly in the entrance!

Yeah yeah!

Strongly protest to the Congress!

As the tomboy who was ahead, he was shot by a hunter with a gun as soon as he took off. This was a big blow to the Leading Group. Therefore, in order to avoid following in the footsteps of the tomboy team, the Leading Group was infuriated at this time.

All complaints and protests made by you will be accepted, but they are still unable to leave during the competition. After the competition is over, they will definitely hold a meeting to discuss the matter in depth. The amplification equipment of the work boat came from the representative of the conference V organizer. To put it simply, it was a lot of nonsense. In fact, there was no intention to adjust the difficulty of the competition level.

A team in the leading group couldn't bear it for a while and greeted his parents: How are you doing?

Be healthy and can eat two bowls of rice for meals.

... Seeing that the spokesperson of the conference was so shameless, the guy who had spoken could not continue.

Well, let's get back to the topic first. The thing we need to worry about the most now is how to pass the third level. We are mixed in the crowd and run too out of the way to avoid off-topic. I couldn't help but remind me, and said, "Although I'm very embarrassed to the tomboy who sacrificed heroically, we now know at least where there is no mine."

Everyone turned their attention to the unit that blows away the tomboy team. From the fact that the staff did not immediately add this point after the mine was consumed, the third level in front of them could be said to have one less blast. In other words, the safer people will be in the future. When they realize this, naturally no one is willing to stand up, for fear that they will become a mine-sweeper martyr by then.

Now it has become an unsolvable deadlock, and everyone would rather spend it so much than sacrifice themselves for others. After the stalemate for about five minutes, the conference organizer who felt that continuing like this seemed to attract the anger of the audience finally made another move.

There is a timer here. A staff member appeared on the work boat, holding a digital board in seconds in his hand, explaining to the leading group present: its numbers will continue to increase until ninety-nine.

What will happen then? Seeing the staff's expressions are solemn. There are obviously teams in the crowd who are scared.

It's okay. The staff waved their hands and suddenly changed into a sarcastic expression, saying word by word: It just means you are bad!

What a bad provocation.

I grinned and didn't wait for me to complain, but I saw that everyone around me was full of anger without exception. It turned out that the staff members had excellent ridicule!

I'm not bad, I get high scores in the college exams! A guy stepped on the bow of the team and ordered to the other members: Everyone, rush!

No. Be calm, it's just a provocation. I persuaded me. But suddenly I thought that I could wait until the minesweeping troops in front advanced before following the safe route from the rear. I found that there was a cheap price to pick up, so I stopped talking.

Oh oh oh oh oh!

The leading group rushed into the third track level with a rush, including the Sea Lord Sai Taguang and the headquarters team. I don’t know why they rushed so hard. If it is attributed to the staff’s ridicule effect, what is wrong with it.

Seeing that the Demon King was still staying outside the level, he was dazed. However, the work boat took the initiative to approach, and the staff representative who was exercising his skills in the group mockery asked: Hey, why are you still staying here?

When the people in front of me cleared the mines, I didn't hide it. I confessed my inner little plan to the staff openly, and then muttered: I don't understand why they became so concerned about passing the mark all at once.

When I heard my second half of the sentence, the staff was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized: I said, "My friend, you probably forgot that this is a live broadcast."

What's wrong with live broadcast?

The staff patiently explained to me: It is because it is a live broadcast that everyone is so active. After all, being scolded in private is one thing. If someone is pointed at the nose and mocked in front of the masses without expressing it, it is inevitable that he will be weaker in momentum. Take a ready-made example as an example. Everyone actually understands that the best way to pass the third level is to line up in a row and teams take turns to explore the way, but because it is live broadcasting now, this is not only poor efficiency, but also embarrassing in the eyes of others. If it weren't for the trouble of face, wouldn't you think everyone is really a fool?

I will understand after hearing what you said. We said that we wouldn't have broadcasted the words just now, right?

The staff nodded: Of course, I said from the beginning that this was a live broadcast.

... Fortunately, I don’t rely on my face to make a living, otherwise I would have to fight you. I still have some gratitude when I was speechless.

It's easy to say. The staff bowed and smiled shyly.

Anyway, I decided to watch the fire from the other side of the river during the initial strategy stage of the third level. When I saw an unlucky team accidentally hitting the minefield and being bombed into the sky, the remaining fleet was about to send someone to the water to inspect the digital boxes under the sea, a hint of inspiration suddenly flashed through my mind: There is still a small question at the end, just chat, and always hold a whistle in my mouth?

Remember the rules of the competition? The staff showed a sinister smile and did not avoid it. I was also a contestant. I explained in detail: Those who fell into the water made a discussion, and a group of fools focused only on how to clear mines, and even forgot the principles of the competition.

A great trick. I gave a thumbs up and asked curiously: Then why aren't you planning to catch someone?

I was waiting to catch all the things in one go. I put my hands behind my back, and the staff looked like a master: We calculated the additional bonus by the number of eliminating participants. This trick can only be used once for a group of participants. Anyway, those who go into the water will get rid of it, so there is no need to worry that they will be silly at that time.

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By the way, I asked my friends around me that there seemed to be very few people who successfully broke the landmines, and of course I mean the difficulties here.

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