The Violet State, which was already internationally famous for its violent entertainment, has recently fallen into a far more fanatical atmosphere than before.

People were wandering in the streets and alleys in groups, observing wantonly and even breaking into high-rise shops. All the manhole covers on the streets were blown to pieces or opened. Many people endured their disgust for the sewers and stayed inside.

Search carefully.

There are countless conflicts, large and small, occurring in every corner of the city, but they are still within the controllable range. After a little struggle, I found that there are no traces of hidden bases in the local area. There are two, three, or more parties fighting.

They often give up and move on to other places.

There was only one place where the fighting intensity not only did not stop or diminish, but continued to rise, and soon reached a level that could be called a "battlefield", and that was Goldfinch Island.

Goldfinch Island covers an area of ​​more than 60 square kilometers. It is the most complete building, the most concentrated enterprise, and the richest district in the Violet State. It can be said that the rich gather here.

Whether they are old aristocrats or emerging successful people, they used to live here as a proof of their upper-class status. Even after street fighting was legalized, the protective forces hired by various families and groups still retain sufficient deterrence.

It's rare for fighters to openly clash here.

But after the online gene tree project was made public and the Violet First Fighting Competition was officially promoted, this place became the target of public criticism and the place most susceptible to suspicion.

When the fighters burst into those gorgeous and historic residences, when they brutally searched corporate high-rise buildings, and when the hired defenders fought back unbearably, the situation got out of hand.

In less than two days, six skyscrapers with more than 100 floors collapsed on Goldfinch Island. The remains of many buildings blocked the streets. Cars were directly abandoned on the streets, making it crowded and messy.

The traces of billowing smoke have blackened areas of once luxurious residences. After nightfall, flames are still burning in some places.

Rows of tall buildings stood silently under the moonlight. From time to time, large pieces of glass broke in the distance, and debris fell from the tall buildings.

The fighting continued to this extent, and there seemed to be an endless stream of fighters coming from outside. Many upper-class people had to compromise, give up their residences, and move away from Goldfinch Island.

The sharp sound of the car horn, the piercing sirens after the car body was damaged, the loud shouts, and the explosion coming from unknown places, gathered in such a crowd, rushing to the edge of the island, and rushing to the bridge across the

Bay Bridge.

By car, on foot, or by boat, there are well-dressed gentlemen everywhere on and under bridges, as well as their bodyguards who dress in very similar styles.

Guan Luoyang looked at it for a while, then moved his eyes away from there and looked elsewhere.

He is currently on the rooftop of a corporate building on Goldfinch Island. His right foot directly steps on the low wall at the edge of the rooftop. He rests his knees on his elbows and his chin, overlooking the surroundings.

Not far behind him, there were sofas, parasols, full of nuts, drinks, and cakes that he had specially brought up.

After the online information was made public, the response of Owen and others was somewhat beyond Guan Luoyang's expectations.

Before flights, trains, and docks were closed, he had visited those places. He originally thought that there would be many people busy leaving Violet. If there was a shortage of ships, he wouldn't mind helping "get it done."

"Several ships that were not originally intended for passenger transportation came.

At noon that day, some tourists did leave in a hurry, but the fun thing is that before 5 p.m., all the people who wanted to leave had already left. There were clearly empty seats on trains and ships in those places, but it became cold.

Deserted and deserted, no one cares.

Even though the chaos was close at hand, there were still far fewer people willing to leave than Guan Luoyang expected. He could only once again praise the people in this place for their "rich martial arts and high purity", and turned back to Violet with peace of mind.

Traveling through the battlefields, we came to Goldfinch Island and found a good location to watch the disputes everywhere.

The game has not reached its climax yet, and he has no interest in ending the game yet.

In theory, it is difficult to restrain the contestants in a competition that is open to the entire Violet State. There is no way to artificially divide the rules into the top eight, the top four, and the finals.

The prizes of thirty-six Gene Tree Fruits are indeed attractive enough, but these prizes are not firmly held in someone's hands, waiting to be distributed after the competition is over, but are directly scattered throughout Violet.

If some people are lucky enough to discover a certain base alone, swallow the fruit silently, and then quickly go to sea to avoid participating in the subsequent duel, then this competition seems likely to end without any problem.

But Guan Luoyang is not worried about this.

Since Irving and the others proposed this competition, they must have made corresponding preparations.

Guan Luoyang himself can think of several possible countermeasures. For example, maybe as long as he eats one fruit, he will have an uncontrollable desire to swallow other fruits immediately. Then the final winner will be decided.

Before, it was naturally impossible for anyone to escape with part of the prize.

For another example, sufficiently conspicuous warning devices are installed in the thirty-six bases. As long as any base is discovered, everyone around will be able to notice it immediately, or...

Bang!!!

Guan Luoyang turned around and looked.

In the northwest corner of Goldfinch Island, the headquarters of Violet Daily collapsed one after another amid the sound of explosions. Amidst the smoke and dust of the ruins, a red light shot straight into the sky.

At the same time, an extremely annoying buzzing noise was also transmitted outside the area.

Don't say it's night now, even if it's daytime, I believe no one will ignore the anomaly there.

People who were still fighting all over Goldfinch Island stopped on the spot, broke windows, broke down doors and walls, climbed over rooftops, and rushed at full speed to the place where the light appeared.

Even some of the wealthy people who were evacuating across the bridge rushed back to Goldfinch Island with their bodyguards through the crowd, heading in that direction.

Among the ruins, a strange tank-like chariot crashed out of the ruins. Tons of concrete was shattered by the impact and flew out, scaring away several fighters in front of it.

The front end of the dark green-painted tank is equipped with a drill horn and two pairs of wheels, small at the front and large at the back. A bald man in a white suit protrudes from the top of the tank, constantly ejecting disc-shaped devices outward.

More fighters were about to approach from other directions. The armed helicopters flying in the sky immediately sprayed out two chains of fire and swept towards those people.

Two twelve-millimeter-caliber six-barreled cannons, even an average four-star fighter would not want to waste their strength on them.

While the fire snake was spitting and shooting, it encountered several abandoned vehicles on the surrounding streets. Whether they were cars or trucks, they were all easily penetrated through the car bodies, and fireballs exploded amidst the sounds of glass shattering and metal deforming.

The helicopter was still firing infrared guided missiles, and for a while, it actually contained many fighters.

"The man in the car... is the former governor!"

Someone recognized the identity of the man in the white suit.

After Bullard came to power, the former governor, who was once famous worldwide for presiding over the legalization of street fighting, became less active in the Purple State's upper-class circles.

In the minds of everyone, his halo has faded, and they can't even remember whether he still lives in Violet.

But no one expected that this former governor, who was unknown to everyone, could actually mobilize armed helicopters to do things.

In the blink of an eye, the chariot had circled the ruins. The dish-shaped devices thrown out by the former governor quickly sprayed out a large amount of condensed smoke, forming an extremely high smoke wall.

Several extremely thin black disks were thrown by the former governor to the top of the smoke wall, where they remained hanging and soon a smoke ceiling was built on the smoke wall.

Several armed helicopters have been shot down by peripheral fighters.

A man in a hunting suit lifted up half of the roof and smashed it into pieces. The guided missiles smashed it into pieces, but the debris got stuck in the propeller.

When the helicopter rolled over, a figure wearing medieval silver armor flew across the air, his hands got stuck at the bottom of the helicopter, and with the help of inertia, it shifted its direction and crashed into another helicopter.

Amidst the explosion, a hot girl with twin ponytails and hair dyed in different colors shouted and mocked at the smoke wall: "Damn fat pig, do you want to stop us with this kind of thing?"

Although she screamed arrogantly, she did not rush to attack the smoke. She was obviously a little worried and wanted to find out what the smoke was.

"Do you think these are ordinary poisonous gases? The Savannah virus is hidden in these smoke walls."

The voice of the former governor came from inside the smoke, "Irving, this old guy who harbors evil intentions, I have known for a long time that he has other plans. An unlimited fighting competition, haha, then it is normal for me to use viruses."

The hot girl was stunned for a moment, jumped back a long distance, and screamed: "Savana virus, how dare you hide such a thing!?"

A few years ago, a terrible disaster occurred in the Savannah area of ​​Boston, United States.

The virus leaked from an unknown source quickly turned thousands of local people into zombies hungry for living flesh and blood. Even the local fighters were unable to resist the erosion of the virus and transformed into terrifying mutant living dead, defeating the locals.

The army caused the entire city to fall.

Later, two five-star fighting kings were invited and released to the local area to destroy all zombies and mutant fighters. It took the international organization another four months to solve the local problem of residual virus.

The expressions on the faces of the fighters all changed. Even if some had never heard of this thing, one look at the faces of others knew that this thing was extremely dangerous.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, I have improved the adhesion of this virus. As long as you don't come into contact with the smoke, you will not be infected. And if there are no infected people, after forty-eight hours, the virus activity in these smoke will be reduced.

It will be completely lost.”

The former governor tried his best to sound more sincere, "Gentlemen, I only want this one fruit. I am isolated from the inside and outside for forty-eight hours. I have no way to get out. You can definitely look for the other thirty-five. Why bother?"

What about a stalemate with this dangerous virus?"

The ground beyond the smoke wall trembled, and the concrete arched.

A fighter dressed in a Tianzhu style, wearing a white scarf and gold bracelets, jumped out from below, and everyone looked at him.

"The central area of ​​the underground base is also surrounded by smoke from this virus."

The Tianzhu fighter explained, "His men also placed broadcasts below to repeatedly emphasize the horror of these virus fumes."

The fighters in the Savannah area have proven with their lives that the Qi and body of fighters below five stars cannot prevent the damage of this virus.

Half a minute later, a group of fighters on the outermost edge turned and left.

At this moment, the nine-meter-tall Onimusan mecha descended from the sky and rushed towards him. The iron rod held by the mecha extended an indestructible blade, and any fighter who blocked his path was cut open with one slash.

The man in medieval armor cursed lowly, changed his steps, and instantly drew several "Z" shapes on the wide street. A cross gun appeared in his hand, and he attacked at the speed of pulling out a long and narrow phantom.

Onimusan mecha.

When this mecha ran over, it was nimble enough to jump on the roofs on both sides, but it was still far behind the agility and speed of a skilled fighter.

Everyone can see that the armored knight is far faster than the mecha. Once he gets close, he can easily dismember the entire mecha.

But just when the cross gun came within one meter of the Onimusan mecha, it suddenly paused.

It was not directly hindered by powerful force, but like the strength of the armored knight, it just failed when it was used here.

Before he could change his moves, the broad blade in the mecha's hand had already cut him open like a doll.
To be continued...