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Hearing that someone woke up from a coma, Dean didn't rush to open his eyes.

A total of 21 people lay down, divided into four batches.

Among them were seven athletes, seven gamers, five mercenaries, and the rest were Dean and Cheston.

Although I don't know the effect of the medicine injected by those people.

But there must be surveillance all around.

Now the situation is unclear, and mediocrity is better.

It wasn't until more than a dozen people woke up one after another and made noises that Dean slowly opened his eyes.

"Boss, you're awake."

Cheston, however, woke up first and stood guard next to Dean, looking at the other awakened people vigilantly, but seemed loyal.

Dean rubbed his forehead pretendingly, glanced around, and found that the people who woke up seemed to be in relatively good health. As for the third batch of gamers who came up, none of them woke up at this time. Sleep soundly.

The passage door they came in yesterday is now open, as if no one is guarding it, only the salty sea breeze pours in along the door, making the air here not so stuffy.

Maybe it was the bizarre encounter yesterday.

Except for a man with a very abstract appearance who was slobbering in front of the glass cabin of two young girls who were still awake, feasting their eyes, the rest of the awakened people subconsciously gathered together according to their respective batches.

Everyone is not stupid.

No one chose to leave the cabin to check the situation outside.

Dean jumped out of the glass cabin, put on his clothes, and asked, "Man, what's the situation now?"

Cheston touched the collar on his neck, and said a little uneasy: "I just woke up for a while, but all of us have collars implanted on our necks, and we can't tear them off, that's right."

He seemed to have thought of something, lifted his shirt, pointed to a few inconspicuous red dots and said: "There are still red dots, I just checked, those who have not woken up have them, Boss, you also have them. "

Red dot

Dean naturally knew what was going on.

Yesterday he manipulated the subspace and sucked all the injected liquid into the space. As for the things injected into the body, they were very tiny, and they might be some detection devices.

To prevent premature exposure of exceptions.

Dean chose to keep those things for now.

Even if there may be risks, do so!

This time, Dean made up his mind to get rid of the Lucifer game organization once and for all, so that his life could return to peace!

Speaking of which, Dean took the risk to participate in the battle royale this time, serving the tiger with his own body. In addition to being confident that he can protect himself and his family by the way, it is also to assist Little Mike in anti-invasion of the internal network of the Lucifer organization.

Only in this way.

Only then can he figure out the real identities of those core figures and carry out the decapitation in reality, and Little Mike can also use technical means to eliminate the Lucifer Game Organization from within, the invisible network that connects countless people through the Internet.

otherwise.

In the core area of ​​the other party, the internal network was set up and used, and the real traders called "God" only had a vest in the network.

In this case, no matter how powerful Dean is, no matter how powerful Little Mike is, they are only outputting against the air, and there is nowhere to use their strength.

Hit a snake and hit seven inches.

If you want to destroy the Lucifer Game Organization, you must start from the inside.

How can I enter the other party's internal network?

Dean set his sights on the battle royale!

Since Battle Royale is a project that Lucifer Games attaches great importance to, and it is the game venue they have chosen, there must be a large number of monitoring facilities on site for remote control.

And for rigor.

These devices are naturally connected to the network and systems inside the Lucifer game.

Dean is now the monkey in the belly of Princess Banana, and if he finds an opportunity, he can use the simplest electronic physical intrusion to let Little Mike sneak into the other party's internal network.

Without the vest of the Internet.

As long as you know the real identities of those traders, no matter whether they are councilors, nobles, or big figures in families with hundreds of years old, in Dean's eyes, they are just rotten fish and rotten shrimp, and you can kill them with a wave of your hand!

Little Mike then destroyed the internal network of the Lucifer Game Organization.

Wait until then.

The organizer is gone.

The organizational framework is also abolished.

Even if someone is not reconciled to the end of the Lucifer game organization like this, there will be no movement, and if there is a movement, it will no longer be the previous Lucifer game organization.

Personal power is limited after all.

This is enough.

Withdraw your thoughts.

Dean glanced at the mercenary group and the athlete group that were still discussing, pulled Cheston, walked aside, lowered his head in thought, and made no extra moves.

Although he knew that all the people from the Lucifer organization on board had been evacuated, others did not.

Continue to wait for more than ten minutes.

The rest of the people began to wake up one after another.

However, these people, in reality, are all gamers. They have good game skills and maybe a good mentality, but most of them are nerds and nerds.

So when I woke up, there was quite a commotion.

This also gave the groups of mercenaries and athletes some ideas.

at this time.

In the mercenary group, the scar-faced short man walked towards Dean and the two: "Hi, I'm Barton, the head of the Thorn Mercenary Group. Are you from the FBI?"

Dean looked at the palm extended by the other party, shook it, and said with a smile: "You have good eyesight."

The palms of the two touched lightly.

When he let go again, Barton with the scar face looked at Dean with a hint of doubt.

This guy looks tall and big, but there are no thick gun calluses on the palm of his hand, and the touch is very soft and sticky, not the firm and rough touch of people who exercise regularly.

But judging from the communication between the two, the other person is mainly based on him, so, this good-looking guy relies on his brain for food?

This series of analyzes flashed through Patton's mind.

He kept his composure and shrugged his shoulders: "I'm from the CIA. I'm too familiar with the stupid training traces of the FBI. Instead, it's you. I can't see your background."

When Cheston heard that this guy was called a stupid guy, his eyes flashed with displeasure, but when he saw the three men and one woman vaguely surrounding them behind Barton, he could only pretend that he didn't hear.

He swears that he is not cowardly, but he is afraid of causing trouble to Boss Dean!

"Detective." Dean pointed to his head and said with a smile: "You can call me Dean, my force value is very poor, I can't shoot, I can't beat people, I can only eat with my head starve."

really!

Barton's eyes flashed.

Just as he guessed.

Barton's tone became more enthusiastic: "Dean, most of my companions are retired soldiers. Strictly speaking, we are all in the same group. The situation is unknown now. What do you think of our situation?"

"It's easy!"

Dean snapped his fingers and pointed to the other two groups:

"A group of them were invited to participate in real-life sports competitions.

The other batch was invitations obtained by clearing the online game.

Cheston and I were threatened to join the game after the case was solved.

As for you, I guess you were selected after performing a certain task. "

"Yes, you're right, but they didn't threaten us, they just paid us a lot of money. We were moved, but we did some extra moves, which unexpectedly caused Dalilu to die tragically."

Thinking of the horror scene last night.

This middle-aged man who has experienced the bloody storm is still a little unbelievable.

To know.

Even the strongest soldier, it is impossible to tear apart the skin and muscle tissue of a strong man with the strength of two fingers!

Simply inhuman!

It was also because of the shock last night.

The strongest group on the surface, after some discussion, will choose to test Dean, the smallest group of two, and prepare to form an alliance, and then rely on force to force the rest to go outside to find out the situation!

Dean made a small mistake, and Barton no longer doubted what he said about relying on his brain for food.

This guy, something!

Barton pursed his somewhat dry lips: "What do you think those people want to do?"

The four teammates behind him also pricked up their ears.

Especially the only woman with the spider tattoo among them looked at Dean unabashedly, with greedy and presumptuous eyes and malicious intentions.

Dean returned Spider-Woman's provocative look and shrugged: "Under what circumstances do you think you would choose several completely different groups to participate in a game?"

The four people behind Barton shook their heads in unison.

If they had good brains, they wouldn't continue to be mercenaries after retiring.

As the boss, Barton thought of something.

He touched the collar on his neck, and said with some hesitation, "You mean, they actually want to use us as an experiment?"

Only by doing experiments, will you need different samples for reference!

Dean nodded: "Yes, it's just that I don't understand what the test reference has to do with the crowd."

"No, you are already very powerful!"

Barton reached out to Dean again: "Next, how about cooperation?"

Dean held the palm of the other party, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "Happy cooperation!"

some exchange.

Everyone in Barton looked at Dean with enthusiasm.

Such a person with average strength and good brains is undoubtedly more beneficial to them in this environment.

Get Dean, a small group of two.

With four teammates behind him, Barton smiled and looked at the group of game players who had just woken up and murmured together, and then strode over.

So much delay.

It's time to let people out of the cabin and check the situation!

"What are you going to do?"

Game masters, most of them have good brains, and felt that Barton's group was coming menacingly, which was a bit ominous. Among them, the tallest telegraph pole, resisting fear, stood in front of his companions behind him.

next moment.

Behind Barton, a burly man with an inch head slapped him with a slap

All of a sudden.

The cabin that was originally quiet began to howl again.

Some people couldn't understand the sportsman's group of seven and wanted to organize it. But by the time they realized it, Button's teammates had already knocked down all seven members of the game team with one against seven.

Plus Barton's threatening gaze.

The seven-member sports team, which had no leader, immediately gave up the idea of ​​staying ahead, and became a coward.

at this time.

In the island base hundreds of miles away, a group of people are monitoring the images in Dean's ship and the fluctuation data sent back from the body of each experimental subject.

At the top of the entire room is a platform built with steel supports.

Standing on the platform, you can overlook all the movement below.

at this time.

On the platform, a figure wearing a white mask kept typing on the keyboard on the desktop, looking at the data of an experimental subject above, and seemed to be very concerned about this experimental subject numbered 37.

at this time.

A figure quietly appeared behind him.

The man in the white mask, if aware of it, pressed a certain shortcut key, turned off the advanced LCD screen in front of him, and then slowly turned around, looking at the person with bad eyes: "Lucifer, you don't stay in your own area , Monitor the test ship you are in charge of, what are you doing here!"

The person who came was actually the Lucifer organization, the titular boss - Lucifer!

The man in the white mask is about 1.8 meters tall, but he is a little thinner.

Lucifer, who was standing in front of him, was even thinner. He was estimated to be only about 1.6 meters tall. His exposed arms were wrinkled and skinny. He looked quite old.

And he was the only one on the scene who wasn't wearing a mask.

Look at the appearance.

Although Lucifer's appearance is a bit deformed, his mouth is a little bit out of the sky, and there are bulges on his face for some reason, but he should not be more than thirty years old.

Faced with questioning.

Lucifer nervously pulled the lines on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gabriel, you seem to care too much about Subject No. 37."

The man in the white mask, that is, Gabriel, had a ferocious look in his dark brown eyes: "This is the testing ground I am in charge of. If you dare to interfere, I will kill you!"

"Tut tsk tsk~"

The little Lucifer slammed his mouth, and said as if pointing: "Don't get excited, as long as the research and development of God's potion goes well, I won't care about the small thoughts of you people. Those adults and I only care about eternal life, as for other things. , we don't care! You should know what I mean!"

finished.

He dangled and disappeared in front of Gabriel.

Looking at the electronic door that was closed again, Gabriel's eyes flashed with killing intent, and finally all turned into fatigue.

He turned on the screen again, looked at the handsome face on the screen, the corner of the mouth under the mask curled up, then seemed to think of something, closed this page, and reopened a scarlet page.

the other side.

After a few otaku's reluctant attempts, everyone in the ship finally found out that the group of masked people on the cruise ship had already evacuated.

but.

Their current situation is not good.

Surrounded by an endless sea, the ship stopped in the middle of the ocean. Although the power was still running, no matter how they operated, they couldn't drive the cruise ship at all.

All communication equipment on board is useless.

Before those people left, they didn't leave the slightest hint as before!

They were abandoned!