Chapter 313 Awakening, Cooperation

Author: Yifandog Thief

Chapter 313 Awakening, Cooperation

Dean was not in a hurry to open his eyes when he heard someone woke up from a coma.

There were 21 people lying down, divided into four batches.

Among them, there are seven sports experts, seven gamers, and five mercenaries left, and the rest are Dean and Chestonne.

Although I don’t know what the medicines injected by those people have.

But there must be surveillance around.

The situation is unclear now, so it is better to be mediocre.

It was not until more than ten people woke up and made noise that Dean slowly opened his eyes.

"Boss, you're awake."

Chestonne woke up first, and was guarding next to Dean, looking vigilantly at the other people who woke up, and seemed loyal.

Dean rubbed his forehead as he pretended to behave and glanced around, and found that the people who woke up seemed to be in good health. As for the third group of gamers who came up, none of them woke up at this time and were still sleeping soundly.

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

Perhaps it was a bizarre encounter yesterday.

Except for a man who looked very abstract, who was saliva-filled with two young girls who had not yet awakened, and feasted his eyes, the rest of the people who woke up subconsciously gathered together according to their respective batches.

Everyone is not stupid.

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

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

Chestonne touched the collar on his neck and said uneasy: "I've just woken up for a while, but all of us have collars implanted on our necks, and we can't even pull them off, right?"

He seemed to think of something, lifted up his shirt, pointed to a few inconspicuous red dots and said, "There are also red dots. I just went to see them. There are those who haven't woken up, and you have them too."

Red dot

Dean naturally knew what was going on.

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

To prevent early exposure of abnormalities.

Dean chose to keep those things first.

Even if there may be risks, you can do whatever you want!

This time, Dean made up his mind to get the Lucifer game organization at one time and calm his life back!

Speaking of which, Dean took the risk of participating in the battle royale this time and served the tiger. In addition to being confident that he could protect himself and protect his family, he also helped Little Mike to invade the internal network of Lucifer.

That's all.

Only then can he understand the real identities of those core characters and carry out the beheading operation in reality. Only then can Xiaomake use technical means to remove the Lucifer game organization from the inside, the invisible network connecting countless people through the Internet.

otherwise.

In the core area of ​​the other party, the internal network used is set up, and the real traders called "God" only have one vest on the network.

In this case, no matter how awesome Dean is, no matter how powerful Xiaomake's skills are, it is just outputting the air, and there is nowhere to use it if it is powerful.

Hit the snake and hit seven inches.

If you want to destroy the Lucifer game organization, you must start from the inside.

So how can you enter the other party’s internal network?

Dean turned his attention to the battle royale!

Since Battle Royale is a project that Lucifer games attach great importance to and are also the game venue they selected, there will definitely be a large number of surveillance facilities on site for remote control.

And for the sake of rigor.

These devices, naturally connected to the Lucifer game's internal network and systems.

Dean is now the monkey in Princess Banana. When he finds an opportunity, he can use the simplest electronic physics invasion to allow the little wheat to get into the other party's internal network.

Without the Internet's vest cover.

As long as you know the real identities of those traders, no matter they are congressmen, nobles, or big names in the family for hundreds of years, in Dean's eyes, they are all stinky fish and rotten shrimps, and you can slaughter them with a wave of your hand!

Little Mike ruined the internal network of Lucifer Games.

Wait until that time.

The organizer is gone.

The organizational framework is also broken.

Even if someone is unwilling to let the Lucifer game organization be done like this, he can't make any noise. If it makes any noise, it will no longer be the Lucifer game organization before.

The power of an individual is limited after all.

This is enough.

Retract your thoughts.

Dean glanced at the mercenary group and sports expert group that were still discussing, pulled Chestonne, walked aside, lowered his head and thought without any extra move.

Although he knew that all the people organized by Lucifer on the ship had evacuated, no one else knew.

I continued to wait for more than ten minutes.

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

However, in reality, these people are all gamers, with good game skills and perhaps good mentality, but most of them are otaku, not only have poor physical fitness, but also poor experience, and have not yet understood the situation.

So when I woke up, there was a lot of noise.

This also made the groups of mercenaries and sports experts have certain ideas.

Just then.

Among the mercenary groups, the short scarred man walked towards Dean and the others: "Hello, I am Patton, the leader of the Thorn Mercenary Group, are you from the FBI?"

Dean looked at the other party's palm that reached out, grabbed it, and smiled and said, "You have good eyesight."

The two of them touched their palms gently.

When he let go again, Scarface Patton looked at Dean with a hint of doubt.

This guy looked tall and big, but there were no thick gun cocoons on his palms, and the touch felt soft and soft, and there was no solid and rough touch of people who exercised regularly.

But looking at the communication between the two, the other person is mainly him, so this guy who looks good makes a living by his brain?

This series of analysis flashed through Patton's mind.

He shrugged calmly: "I am from CIA and I am so familiar with the silly training traces of the FBI. On the contrary, it is you, I can't tell you."

Chestonne's eyes flashed with discomfort when he heard this guy called the fool, but when he saw the three men and one woman vaguely surrounding them behind Patton, he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

He swears that he is not timid, but he is just afraid of causing trouble for Boss Dean!

"Detective." Dean pointed to his head and smiled, "You can call me Dean. My force is very poor. I can't shoot or hit people. I can only rely on my head to eat and not starve to death."

really!

Barton's eyes flashed.

Same as he guessed.

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

“It’s very simple!”

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

"A group of them are invitations to participate in real-life sports competitions.

Another batch is the invitations obtained by clearing online games.

Chestonne and I were threatened to join the game after solving the case.

As for you, I guess they should be selected after performing a certain task."

"Yes, you're right, but they didn't threaten us, they just offered high rewards. We were moved and just made more moves, but did not expect that Daliru would die tragically."

Thinking of the horrifying scene last night.

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

You must know.

Even the strongest soldier cannot rely on the power of two fingers to tear open the skin and muscle tissue of a strong man!

It's simply inhuman!

It was also because of the shock last night.
To be continued...