MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 119

Qing Chuan tried his best to control his trembling voice, and the original owner couldn't be more real than him here. He does not need to learn, he is born to know how to imitate others. Not to imitate an action or an expression, but to imitate a state.

This is probably the fringe benefit of being able to accept all kinds of real emotions since childhood.

Born to be a skilled liar.

"Rena, how are you?"

"I'm fine...I want to know how are you all doing now?" Qingchuan saw the young man pointing at his watch, as if to indicate that there was only one minute, and quickly added, " Baby, don't worry, Daddy just needs to work overtime and can see you later."

I love my wife and children in my heart, and I try my best to comfort my family at this time.

"I...we're fine."

The sound of sniffling came from the other end of the phone, and she was still covering her mouth, so the voice was actually very low. The wife is also working hard to show her calmness, not to worry her husband, and to comfort the children around her.

Her expression may be hideous and twisted, the fragility and tenacity of a wife and mother intertwined.

Qingchuan can be imagined.

"I'm really sorry all these years, I'm not a qualified husband or a qualified father. I have so little time for you, I even...I can't even accompany you on your birthday... "

Qingchuan boldly guessed before that the red circle should be the birthday of one of the original owners or the child's birthday.

Later he saw the teddy bear on the table, and the action of the original owner putting the teddy bear in the child's arms.

So, it should be the child's birthday, right?

Maybe the original owner was arrested not long after buying a birthday present.

"Dad, I love you." A tender, soft voice appeared from the other end.

"Baby, Dad loves you too." His voice rose and fell violently, he was trying very hard to control it, but it still revealed some real emotions.

Qing Chuan turned his face to the side, stretched out his hand and pinched the root of his nose, trying to control the tears that were about to burst out and the emotions of the critical line of collapse.

"Rena, do whatever you want, no matter what the decision is, I will support you." The woman on the other end of the phone seemed to be determined, and even her voice became firm, "We will always Support you, I love you, Rena."

"I don't know if this is the right decision, it hurts so much, it takes my breath away. Sorry...sorry."

At this time, the young man pointed at the watch again, Qingchuan smiled bitterly, "After this incident is over, we will go to the farm, where there will be stables, chickens, ducks and puppies, and a large field. Our family will always be together."

There was a suppressed cry on the other end of the phone, but the other party was still trying to restrain his emotions and trembling voice, "I understand, I know, no matter what, you will always be the best in our hearts Yes. Forever forever."

The young man turned off the phone directly, "The time is up, Mr. Rena, I think you have made a decision."

"Sorry." Qing Chuan wiped his face with his hand, "Please give me a little time, I need to calm down."

The young man frowned slightly, "I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Rena, you don't have a lot of time... eh?" Something must have happened on the other end of the earphone, causing him to cut off the following words, There was even a momentary absence.

Now!

Qingchuan is like an agile cheetah, a pounce, slaps his temple with all his strength, then takes out a pen from his pocket, and uses his fingernails to pry open the lid Insert directly into the opponent's throat, grab the shoulders with both hands and gently place the person on the ground.

This series of movements is fast and violent, it is like training countless times, without any hesitation or error.

He has been waiting for this opportunity, the opportunity for the teammates of the original owner to come over.

It is also the only chance for a comeback.

Qingchuan rehearsed in his mind more than a dozen times, pondering every step over and over again.

Then he quickly removed the earphones and microphone.

The people inside don't know what happened here, and they are still talking about what is going on outside, "...The rats are about to reach the ground, and we need to take action now."

There were also some disturbances in the headset, such as taking weapons or something.

"Well. Mr. Rena needs me here, so you are solely responsible for the outside world. Transfer the wiring of the mother and daughter to me." Qingchuan opened his mouth, but it was the young man who came out. Human voice, even intonation and word usage are imitated vividly.

Then he took the microphone farther away and said in the original owner's original voice, "I have some conditions..."

There was no doubt about him at the other end, and soon another line was connected, and a rough male voice appeared, "Mr. Franke, what are your orders?"

This should be the one who controls the mother and daughter in the original owner's home.

Qingchuan cheered up, the first step has been taken, and then he will be more careful, "Everything obeys my orders, and my orders prevail, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He pulled the microphone further away again, and in the original owner's voice trembled, he repeatedly demanded, "You must ensure their safety, otherwise I will not say anything. This is my bottom line, too A prerequisite for all cooperation."

"Of course, Mr. Rena, you should trust my sincerity."

Qingchuan changed his voice and intonation as he spoke, while looking at the real Franka who fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his throat, he opened his eyes and looked at Qingchuan, Dead restless.

Qingchuan is like a schizophrenic. In exchange for personality dialogue, he can still create the momentum of Infernal Affairs.

The battle outside became more and more intense, and even Qingchuan inside felt the sudden sound and slight vibration. According to the plot scene prompt, it should be a friend.

Qingchuan made a decisive decision and said to the group in the earphone, "Mr. Reina and I have reached a preliminary cooperation, and now there is a little confusion outside, and the contact between you and me will be temporarily interrupted. To mother and daughter. If something goes wrong and ruins my plan, you know what to do. Don't act on your own, I don't allow any possibility of failure."

The contact person seems to be used to being ordered so forcefully, "Yes, sir."

He took the microphone a little further away, changed the voice line, "What's going on? I think we need a consensus..." Then he held the microphone and crushed it directly.

Transfer location..."

Then there is the sound of movement, the other party is moving, and it is moving in the hail of bullets, and sometimes the sound of bullets hitting the wall is very close.

Qingchuan did not panic at all, from beginning to end.

No matter what he pretended to be, his emotions were broken down, and he was crying, but his heart was always peaceful. His brain is spinning at a high speed, looking for every flaw and exploitable point, and even has the excitement of playing an exciting game.

He plucked the pen from the real Franke's neck, held it in his hand, and stood quietly at the door.

The door handle turned slightly, and the moment the door was cracked, Qing Chuan didn't care who came, the **** pen had already pierced it.

His movements were too fast, and the other party couldn't react at all. The hand holding the gun lifted his head a little, and the pen had been accurately inserted into the trachea.

When human beings overcome the fear and empathy of killing their own kind, a mere layer of skin cannot resist the slender pen tip.

Qing Chuan's hand didn't stop, went straight down to grab the opponent's gun, and aimed at the follower who just reacted behind him, bang! boom! boom!

The other party's hand has already touched the gun, but it's just a little bit of time.

It was these few seconds that were as fast as lightning, and all the people who came were already lying down, so he had time to see who was coming.

He can't be 100% sure that it is the enemy army, but if the probability exceeds 60%, he will bet on it.

The leader is a middle-aged man with neatly groomed hair and waxed. The clothes should have been straight, but now they are a little messy. It can be seen that he should be a very particular person on weekdays.

The three behind him are more standard bodyguards, with thick calluses, strong muscles, and old scars on their bodies.

He dragged the corpses into the house, closed the door, and examined them one by one. There are guns, daggers, pens, handkerchiefs, cigarettes, etc., all things that have no identification.

There will be no second batch of fat sheep coming to the door after that.

He wiped his hands and pen with a handkerchief, which he put in his pocket, and picked up the furry bear. The corpses were lined up by him from high to low, and in some strange places, he always had a special insistence.

Without the leader, the brawl ended soon, Qingchuan waited for a few minutes, and the friendly army in the plot was waiting. They were wearing the uniform of one of the teams that were fighting in the opening scene.

"My wife and children are still in their hands, right in my house."

Qingchuan waited for the next plot development, but when he finished saying this, everything in front of him scattered like broken glass.

Behind the glass stood the vicissitudes of life.

"You are not me," he said.

"I don't have your skills, I don't have your pseudo-voice, and I don't have your calmness. But you told me a possibility, a possibility of both. Maybe sometimes we will choose Pain, just because I'm too weak."

"Not necessarily. Just like people with a salary of several thousand will struggle when they choose to buy a car, and people with a salary of several million will struggle when buying a car. The former struggles to buy a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand Yes, the latter is struggling to buy 10 million or 20 million. Weakness is not a sin, we are all weak."

Qingchuan continued, "I can calm down only because they are your relatives, not mine. Outsiders always understand a little bit better, but only insiders can make choices. You do Any decision, then and now, is fine. Because you are you and I am me. You have your difficulties and I have mine."

"You also have trouble?"

"Of course, like now, I want to end these games, but I can't. I have to abide by the rules here, move forward one step at a time, and participate in a game that is not fair to human beings game."

"Perhaps your boss is reluctant to let me go, he tries to keep me and stuffs me into games one by one."

"He's not our boss. A 'lucky guy' who got a treasure fortunately, but was counter-controlled by the treasure." The middle-aged man said, his brows furrowed, and the corner of his mouth was mocking.

Qing Chuan smiled, "It looks like you don't like him very much."

"Who would be happy if they were forced to reminisce over and over again the past they least wanted to face? It's not just human beings who need to follow the rules, it's not just human beings who are forced to play these boring games. No one is here anymore Where you can control, if you want to end the world, you have to find that thing and destroy it."

He looked at Qingchuan, "For the sake of this mission, although I can't tell you too much, but one thing, all of us don't like him. If you are going to kill him , we can promise not to interfere."

"It doesn't matter whether you decide to evacuate this place or destroy it. I just wanted to come and see the human world, but now it's blocked here. Many demons are like me, they Tired of this game and want to go back."

"Sounds like you know me?"

"Of course, the demons spread all over the place, and there was one who came to dig a corner and took many people away. As a result, many small games had to be closed and closed forever."

Qing · Chuan, who is digging the wall, "Oh, you can call it whatever you want. How about you? Do you want to come with me? Five insurances and one housing fund, food and housing, think about it? "

The middle-aged man laughed for a while, "I'm not interested. But for the sake of your likability, I can tell you a secret."

"In the beginning, the lucky person thought he had the core of the world, so he could make the rules here. But now, this small world is already running, and the rules are self-evolving, and the lucky person is no longer needed. ."

"The lucky ones are controlled by the reverse, and like us, they are bound by the rules."

"The big devil is nothing to be afraid of, the treasure is at the end of the game."

"What rules?" Qingchuan asked further.

"The rules of the game. You'll know when you meet them."

The middle-aged man is reluctant to say more, so Qingchuan will return to the previous place in the next second. He is not the first. There are already three people standing there, all of whom have cleared the customs.

"Congratulations." Midnight nodded to him.

Qingchuan also responded with a smile, "Same joy." When you come here, you will know how happy it is to live.

The fifth one was the red-haired uncle. He saw the other four people present and opened his arms exaggeratedly, "Nice to see you again. And you, thank you Doll, although I don't know what it's for yet."

"I will protect you from a mortal injury. Once it is collected, I will give it to one person." Qingchuan said.

"Isn't it?" The new player just heard this, he subconsciously clenched the clay doll in his hand, "Rare props? Or sent in batches?"

Everyone will be skeptical.

Another player just appeared, the non-mainstream boy from Dongying, when he saw Qingchuan, he bowed 90 degrees, "Thank you!" Bow, "Thank you!"

The boy named Bai Muling took out a pile of broken mud from his pocket, "It's cracked like this, can it be repaired?"

Qingchuan looked at the small pits on the broken mud, "It's so miserable, were you shot by a machine gun before?"

"Yes, I thought it was inevitable, but I didn't expect it... Later, I found that the doll was broken like this, and there were many holes in the body. Is it because it blocked those attacks for me?"

"Well, it can block the next fatal damage for others."

Qingchuan saw that the mud dolls were silently put away and placed close to him, and he gave Qingchuan a bright smile.

Afterwards, all eighteen people arrived, but three of them had their dolls broken.

Qingchuan once again got a golden package, which still contained a return ticket, and now he has two tickets.

It's not enough.

"When you guys come out later, go to Huaxia to play with me."

The land was plucked for him.

Dark elves and the underground world they rule, ghost towns ruled by ghosts and ghosts, Hundred Ghosts and Hundred Ghosts Story Club, Clown Family and their resident horror playground, Mr. Pig and it The Slaughterhouse, Giants and the Skyworld of Giants…

Eat up, drink up, strip down!

Our slogan is: No residue!

A young girl with pink hair, a daughter of an industry giant, a non-mainstream teenager, the heir of a consortium in Dongying...

In fact, most of them are Chinese people, even lowering the conditions, such as the curly youth, who are actually just ordinary rich second generation, and also got one. He prefers his own country, and probably sent out half of the Chinese, leaving one or two from each country.

All of these people were asked by him to do their best to help protect their sleeping bodies in the real world, and then hurry up to find a way to crack them.

The mental lines on the pass seem to be protected by some kind of rules. He hasn't cracked it yet, so he can't give them away in large quantities, but he has done the task of helping a hundred people escape from one death.

to the high end.

Some of them found Qingchuan and told them to help Qingchuan and rescue more victims as soon as possible. It was a very official feeling.

Emma, ​​suddenly felt that the father of the motherland is very good, even in another world, she will try her best to bring the people home.

After thinking about it, Qingchuan told them what he knew, and hoped that they could help more players survive on the premise of ensuring their own safety. As for the rest, leave it to his professional People are better.

Qingchuan didn't share the customs clearance experience with them, it was useless, even people and places were taken away by him, and there was no next player. His customs clearance is basically useless.

Qingchuan gave each of these rescuers three clay dolls as an extra thank you.

It's not just the Chinese soldiers who came to him, but also some mercenaries from other countries, and even some mercenaries are trying their best to contact him.

One of them was a mercenary hired by a Middle Eastern tyrant with a lot of money. It is said that he came to assist him. When he saw him, he couldn’t help complaining. Now there are people protesting on the Internet that the U.S. government is hiding mysterious power. The public should have the right to know.

Retired special forces like him have also been harassed. However, there are really no super soldiers, no superpowers, and no Avengers, really.

Qingchuan:…

"Cough! This belongs to your American imperialism, and we outsiders are not easy to interfere. Interfering in other people's internal affairs is an illegal and unreasonable imperialist act. We are a socialist country and will never participate. , so it makes no sense for you to find me."

After typing the official accent, Qingchuan came back to his senses, "Huh? According to the proportion, there shouldn't be many people going out. Why are people protesting on the Internet now?"

"Miss Laura, maybe you know, she calls herself Jasmine here. She is a social expert, and she can create a thousand forces on the Internet. The second generation waved the flag to cheer."

"I don't know who is spreading this kind of rumor. Fortunately, everyone thinks that it is the eldest lady who is making fun, and no one really takes it seriously."

It is estimated that the country will become popular with the question of immortality."

"Mr. Qing, there are actually many superpowers hidden in this world, right? Just like you."

"Don't say, don't say."

Qingchuan was mysterious, and the other party suddenly realized that the whole MLM scene.

Not everyone in this game should be rescued, and some people who have completely lost themselves, regard killing as a joy.

After seeing Qingchuan, there will be no second possibility, kill.

However the opponent is going to kill others in the game, Qingchuan will kill the opponent in the game. He chooses the most appropriate time, that is, the moment when the other party is about to kill someone, save people, fight back, and provide one-stop service.

The Holy Father and Mother and Mother who will not be overflowing with compassion, no one thinks that Qingchuan is doing something wrong.

In this twisted world where the strength is precarious, Qingchuan is a special existence, and it is normal for players to worship him or even be infatuated with him. Fans have thick filters on their eyes. It's not good that they can't see idols. It's good to save people, and it's good to kill people.

"When you come out from here, and then become an idol, even if you do nothing, just stand still on the stage, these people can call you a little fresh meat in the red-fried entertainment circle The momentum." The system sighed with emotion.

When Qingchuan was scraping the land in the game world, Wei Ge was not idle, he was ready to challenge the nominal power in this world.

The live broadcast system urgently contacted the artisan system.

"Host, there is a letter from Wei Ge, are you leaving?"

At this time, Qingchuan was negotiating with a flying snake with a feathered dragon scale. When he heard the news, he directly tied the other party's neck with a chain, "Give up resistance and sign a contract with me, otherwise, the cramps and skins will not be there. Next."

The painting style changed abruptly, Teng Snake didn't respond, "Aren't you going to negotiate?"

"In the Yiyantang opened, you agree to leave, but you disagree." Qingchuan directly dragged the other party into his own domain, and said to the system, "Let's go."

An unprecedented portal like a rotating typhoon eye appeared in front of him.

Qingchuan crossed over and almost stepped into the rolling lava.

“…Qingchuan?”

The author has something to say:Wei Ge: What happened to you, Chuaner?

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