Volume 7: Abandoned Sandstone City Chapter 338 Successful Promotion
Not only did the two remaining full-strength teams rush over, but even the remnant teams and lone wolves who were hoping to pick up the missing pieces were eager to move in this direction, and the lone wolf who was almost on the verge of collapse was still holding a machine gun and shooting at the surrounding air...
"Ah, this..." Looking at the red spots of light on the electronic map that were constantly approaching each other, Ke Lan was speechless - it seemed that their falling into the bat rat cave was actually a blessing in disguise.
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The melee broke out quickly and ended even faster... In front of a full-strength team equipped with top-notch equipment, those lone wolves were basically killed instantly. Ke Lan only saw the remaining number of people in the upper right corner of the screen constantly decreasing, and soon, the prompt "Advanced to the next round" popped up.
Ke Lan and the others naturally couldn't return to the ground to compete with the remaining contestants for the top three, but as long as they could advance, their original goal would be achieved - the three of them directly chose to return along the same route and took the initiative to walk out of the safe zone.
"Is this possible?" The hound who had been watching the game in the VIP area of Zulong pinched his ears in disbelief. "Except for the group of bastards who came to seek revenge when we first landed, we didn't meet anyone else along the way. How could we get into the top four?"
"We can only say that they were lucky." Chi Hanfeng said, "In the second stage of the elimination round, the organizers will definitely use concrete or something else to seal the underground bat rat nest, or set up a vertical safety zone as a restriction... This can only be done once, it won't work the second time."
"Anyway, at least we're now in the top 16, and you don't have to worry about Valentina's medical expenses." The Hound stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of Chi Hanfeng who was sitting next to him.
If the previous incident had not occurred, according to Chi Hanfeng's original plan, Valentina would have driven the Striker III to participate in the competition. As for the other teammates, they would have recruited a few amateur mecha players to make up the numbers - with an ace pilot as a signature, it would be easy to recruit a few M5-level pilots with their own mechas. However, in that case, qualifying would really depend on Valentina's performance alone.
As for the goal he had mentioned to Valentina before, it was even more difficult than ascending to heaven.
"To be honest," Chi Hanfeng sighed, "If we hadn't teamed up with you this time and had competed alone, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for us to even qualify... The strength of the participating teams this year is much stronger than in previous years."
"Yeah, I heard that this year alone, there are more than 30 new ace pilots who have passed the one-on-three challenge. It's not like before, when you might not even get an ace in a year..." Layton, who was leaning against the door, interrupted, "But in my opinion, the new ace pilots are obviously not as strong as those veteran players. As for the aces from the military, they can't be compared."
"It seems that because of some changes in the driver's license assessment items, the M9-level driver's license is easier to pass, so the pass rate of the one-on-three challenge will be significantly improved." Ye Yan, who still stayed in the God Hunter Group, said, "I think the gap between three quasi-ace M9s and three M9s who just got their licenses should be quite large."
"Very big." Chi Hanfeng nodded. He himself was the holder of an M9-level license, but if he were to fight against three new M9 pilots who had just obtained their licenses, he could not say that he could slaughter them unilaterally, but he could still win easily - from a certain point of view, Chi Hanfeng could also be regarded as an ace pilot, but he himself was unwilling to drive a mecha anymore.
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In another VIP box on the Zulong, a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat and a top hat of the same color was looking at the list of qualifiers displayed on the screen. A solemn look appeared on his face, which was covered by the shadow of the brim of his hat.
"'Strangler Squadron', former reserve sergeant, Valentina... 'Experimental Subject No. 159', Asano Akira... and that Major Ike, should also be with them... I didn't expect that these two groups would form the same team to participate in the competition... I really didn't expect it..."
He was silent for more than ten seconds before he waved to the attendant beside him. The attendant walked forward, bent down, and asked in a very respectful tone: "Sir...what do you want?"
"Let Abed and the others kill the three people from this team in the finals... I don't want them to return to the Ark alive." The man in black pointed at the words "God Hunting Group" in the promotion list on the screen and said.
His tone was casual, as if he was instructing his followers to inform the kitchen how well he wanted the steak tonight cooked.
"Sir...doing this may result in our team being eliminated or even banned..."
"I don't want to repeat myself, understand? Also, tell Abed that I will give them enough compensation. Even if they are banned for life, they can still enjoy an upper-class life for the rest of their lives... so that they don't have to worry about anything... However, when they are investigated after the game, they must insist that it was manslaughter. Anyone who dares to say anything more..."
He didn't continue speaking, and his followers understood what he meant: "I know what do, I will go and get them ready now..."
"No rush. The second round of knockout matches will start in three days. You just need to tell the three of them ten minutes before the game starts." The man in black raised his hand and glanced at the follower out of the corner of his eye.
The follower's body paused slightly. He knew very well that since the "sir" said so, it meant that not only the three people from the God Hunting Group would die, but even Abed and the others... would probably not live long.
After all, the players in the club are not the confidants of this "Mr.", they are just a group of "senior employees" who have signed contracts and work for money. Since they will do things for the "Mr." for money, they will naturally betray the "Mr." for money.
The so-called compensation is just a cover.
The cleanest way to deal with it is naturally to make them shut up forever after the incident.
There's no need to make it complicated. Just give them a , and then a car accident or an attack by indigenous creatures can wipe out all the clues. Even if someone has suspicions, they won't be able to get any evidence.
"You will handle the rest yourself."
"I will take care of it, please rest assured."
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At the same time, Ke Lan, who had just been pulled back to the ground by the rescue team with a rope, suddenly felt a chill for no reason - ever since he came into contact with the stone tablet in the glacial ruins, his "inspiration" has been greatly enhanced, and he can often sense things that other people cannot perceive. Although Ke Lan himself cannot verify this, when this omen appears, it is always right to be careful.
"Strange... Why do I have this feeling? Is it because of the dream before? Or... Is there something wrong with this ruins?"
