Doomsday End

The Survival Game

"Lieutenant Two, what is the expertise of being beaten?"

A black boy asked timidly.

Lieutenant Ron nodded, and said: "Be asked well, being beaten is also a science. When fighting, injuries and beatings are inevitable. How to minimize injury a person needs to be aware of the situation and his own body. Enough knowledge. As long as you understand this, you will understand what it means to avoid interests. Give a simple example ... "

He walked to the iron bed, which was covered in blood. A young girl lay on it naked, motionless, leaving some bright red marks on her left ear and even her cheeks. The girl was actually killed by her instructor. Ron pulled his body to the ground mercilessly, pulled the girl's head to the side, pointed to the ear piece and said, "Soal, this won't protect yourself. Ends. Compared to his head and ears, his arms were clearly capable of withstanding even greater injuries. As long as he knew how to protect his head with his hands, the worst end was an arm injury. As for losing life no! "

"Take his arm as an example, if you take a knife and stab him ..." Ron waved to the instructor behind him, and immediately handed the dagger into his hands. He raised his knife and dropped it on the shoulder of the corpse's arm: "Look, the muscle and fat here are relatively thicker. The knife will break the skin and let the blood be removed. But it would be different if you pulled it here. Hes..."

The knife in his hand flashed, and this time it cut through the artery in his wrist. The corpse did not have time to freeze and settle into the body that had just died, so a blood arrow shot out, splashing Ron all over his face. He rubbed his face indifferently, and said with a grinning smile: "Are you seeing clearly now? If you want to live, you have to understand yourself first. This way, you will know which one to choose when facing an attack. One part can survive being beaten, and which parts die easily! "

Then Ron used the girl's corpse as teaching material and used the dagger to give anatomy lessons directly to these young girls. When the course was completed, the girl's body was completely incomplete, and even her internal organs were taken away. There was a pungent smell of blood in the barracks, and the instructors were all expressionless, but nine out of ten of these older children even vomited bile.

Allen did not vomit, he had seen something more bloody than this. It was just that his face was pale, and Ron's expression treating the girl's body incorrectly made him feel uneasy, after all, he was still alive a few minutes ago.

Ron looked at the children with satisfaction and asked the instructor to write down some teenagers who did not vomit. He looked at Allen and walked over and said, "You're so good, son. I'm watching you. You are more flexible and alert than other small people. Tell me, what's your name?"

"Allen."

"Well, Allen, let me guess, your father's a hunter?"

“No, I don't have a father. My mother died when I was 5,” Allen replied.

This will surprise even Ron. If the skills of the white-haired boy were not taught by his parents at this time, then it was likely that he had discovered them himself. Needing to explore skills to survive, it meant he had been living in the wild for many years. Thinking of this, Ron became even more interested in him.

"I like you, Allen. So look, try to live to the end." He patted Allen's shoulder hard, almost breaking Allen's arm.

When Lieutenant Ron came out of the barracks, he went back to his office and asked an instructor to give Allen information. Looking at the serial number in the profile, Ron chuckled, "It looks like someone will play me."

According to information, the teenager numbered 666 was supposed to be named Beth, not Allen at this time. Moreover, this bass had a father running the mine, which was even more different from Allen's situation. Ron called an instructor, threw a file in front of him and said, "Who brought this kid?"

The instructor quickly replied: "It's Lewin, Lieutenant."

"Well, call me Lewin."

In the barracks, two soldiers brought wound medicine to the children to treat their wounds. After Allen applied the ointment, he took out the manual he had sent out and read it. Before he was 5 years old, Lanny taught him many things, the most important of which was literacy. In this barracks, most children did not understand what was written in the manual, but Allen could see the general picture.

Survival games are a product of War of Dawn. The federal government was established on land full of ruins, so that future generations could remember this war, and so that later generations would know the importance of survival, organizing such competitions. . Originally survival games were only held on floating islands. Later, due to the rapid population increase, many people rushed to the surface.

Coupled with the passage of time, and the increasingly serious contradiction between the floating island and the surface, the qualifications for the survival game have been placed on the surface. Every two years, the system automatically selects federal citizens from 22 administrative regions on the surface. Most of them were teenagers between the ages of ten to fifteen, who had been trained and eliminated. In the end, only one person from each district could compete, and a total of 22 people would fight for their lives in the designated area on the floating island of Babylon.

The winner will receive many prizes. These include weapons and equipment, initial funding, and official residency rights on the floating islands. There is no shortage of lucky people who are taken in by wealthy families and absorbed into the collateral of their children, who will get more resources and promotional opportunities.

In short, survival games are an important opportunity for surface citizens to change their destiny. The premise is that you have to survive and live to the end!

Immediately after reading the manual, Allen heard a voice like a pig killing a pig. Allen and the other children jostled into the window In the square outside the window, a fat man was tied up, and Lieutenant Ron himself took the whip and whipped the fat man. Allen said "Huh", he recognized the fat man. It was a military official who colluded with Hearn and asked him to replace Hearn's son in the survival game.

At this moment, an instructor walked into the barracks and shouted: "Number 666 is out!"

Allen walked out and led the instructor to the square. After Lieutenant Ron took the final whip, the fat man was covered in blood, his head drooped, and he did not know if he was unconscious or dead. Ron, who had just finished smoking, had a gloomy look, and his deadly aura was unleashed. He stood in front of Allen, the young man's face becoming paler, but he straightened his waist without a sound.

Ron slightly reduced his murderous aura, and said, "I've checked it out. At first, this number should not be you. Levin, the pig, also confessed. He takes advantage of others. I hate that someone is challenging my IQ. This fat pig and the Hearn family must die! "

"As for you .." said Ron, "You can choose again whether to stay and continue training. Or choose to leave? I'm rarely being nice, so you better take advantage of the opportunity."

Allen bit his lips, lifted his manual and shook: "I wonder, is that true? I mean the gift."

“It's true.” Ron took a towel from the instructor, wiped his hand, and looked up at the sky with his hip akimbo: “Although the game of survival had changed under the manipulation of those nobles. But there's the same thing. What remains unchanged is that the rewards remain rich, rich enough to change people's destinies. "

“Then I chose to stay.” Allen gritted his teeth.

Ron lowered his head and narrowed his eyes: "Why? If it's a little ghost in the barracks, they want to leave this hell. Trust me, I'm very tolerant today, and your life will only get harder in the future."

Allen shook his head. He looked at the banner, his bright red pupils looking very calm and cold: "Because I need to change my destiny, so I have the power to find some people to settle some accounts!"

Ron looked at Allen closely, who did not turn away from him. After a while, the banner nodded and said, "Alright, since you voluntarily stayed in hell, I hope you are ready to turn yourself into a demon. Otherwise, you will definitely not survive."

After letting Allen back, Ron said to the instructor next to him: "I like this kid even more. He had a purpose in his eyes, like a wolf preparing to hunt. If he could live to the end. Then I really feel sorry for his prey. "

The instructor grinned, his face a little unnatural. After all, everyone who knew Ron knew that being liked by him was not a good thing.

Four o'clock in the morning is a time for good dreams. Suddenly there was a sharp whistle outside the barracks, Allen immediately opened his eyes and jumped from the iron bed, then darted to the nearest window and instantly turned outside the window. He slept in his clothes and did not even take off his shoes. Many teenagers take off their clothes for comfort. When I heard the whistle, I was smart and ran out of the barracks wearing nothing at all.Some people who were not responsive still wondered if they would wear clothes.

In just 10 seconds, Allen became the first person to reach the playground. Then a dozen other teenagers entered indiscriminately.They wore neat camp clothes, and it turns out they did not take off their clothes while sleeping. The third group that arrived were seven or eight children who were only wearing pants, and those who were a few shots slower ended up with only five who had time to come before the deadline.

As soon as 15 seconds arrived, the wolf-looking instructor immediately rushed into the barracks, and then whistled whips and screams of the teenagers. Each of the four youths who had not had time to get out of the barracks was given five lashes, his instructor mercilessly, whipping them to the point of bleeding, and then driving them away.

Looking at these four bleeding teenagers, the others shuddered. Ron said calmly, "This is the first time I've made a mistake. I gave them five lashes each as a reminder. Their numbered instructor would write it down, and if they did it again, the penalty would be doubled. And so on, until they have no more mistakes. Or, to be a dead man. "

"Okay, run everything for me, little ghost. Running around the playground, you can't stop until I call to stop, got it?"

"understand!"

The teenagers responded in unison.