Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 477: All women fighting one

After the file explained the danger of the operation, Boss slapped his tongue and did not immediately make a decision. 〖Literature　m〗 She nodded, indicating that she would think more about it.

"I don't know when I will leave, so if you decide, go through the formalities as soon as possible." File said: "We are indeed short of manpower. As you said, the shepherd and I have the same premonition. In the past The scenery is gone, and an all-out war is about to come."

"Is the situation so serious?" Boss confirmed again.

"I'm not quite sure for the time being, but it has made me feel uneasy."

Boss stood up, took out his beret from his pocket and put it on, and said, "I will give you a message as soon as possible." Then he turned to me and said, "Dear Mr. Gold, I wish you a good night." Without waiting for my answer, I left my seat and walked quickly along the other side of the aisle. The punk girl sitting next to me hurriedly followed up, ran for a few steps, and suddenly stopped and bowed to me, before continuing to chase me. .

"She is from the Japan Special Administrative Region of the Central Principality?" I couldn't help but ask the file. She naturally refers to the punk girl code-named "Boom Boom". The polite before she left made me feel like she was from there. However, her makeup is too thick, even with a retina screen. The facial features and facial bones are completely corrected without perspective, and the resulting image under makeup is also unclear whether it is European or Asian, maybe it is a mixed race.

"Not very clear." The file was a little depressed, "I have never seen her remove makeup."

It really makes people wonder what to say. My eyes caught up with the punk girl codenamed "Bang Bang". The captain who watched her chase herself fell into the denser crowd.

"Are you really a lace edge?" I asked without words.

"I like men." The file was very sure, and replied uncomfortably.

I did not continue to ask about Boss and Bang Bang.

After a while, the seats on both sides of us were full. Although some people looked at us a few times, they didn't seem to be acquaintances with the file, and they were not interested in talking with us. The noise in the audience is getting louder and louder, and the topics are everything, such as where to fight, which weapons to buy, and bragging about how strong one's sexual abilities are. Even which population is resold, there are also topics about all-female fighters, and most topics about competitions will eventually evolve into gambling. The brain hardware filters these messy conversations and classifies the topics. It is presented on the retina screen in the form of documentation. I hope to find more information about "mystery" from these remarks, but within the range of being able to receive voice signals, there is no such conversation at all.

There are a few men talking about playing with women in a very dirty tone. Among them, there are some weird descriptions of those women. It is difficult to distinguish whether it is a fact or an exaggeration, and then it will soon turn to women’s privacy. At that, the following statement is obviously exaggerated, and this kind of estrus-like show off is really unbearable.

In the end, the only key words that could be targeted as "mysterious" were "female" and "demon". "Sheep head human body", and "the unique taste when you do it with them"-if you don't use "them", you can almost skip this sentence.

Compared to the actual encounter with the devil, I believe that they did that kind of thing between men and women under the condition of drug overdose. The scene must be very chaotic. If there are any impressions that make me have to include this kind of thing on the list of suspicions, it is the hallucination that I was influenced by the white Claudia during the station incident. At that time, I did see a sheep’s head. Human body, something that looks like a devil—I know. It was just an illusion, and the demon was not a female.

Do different people have the same hallucinations when taking drugs? The men who talked about being **** with the devil said it really, and not only one person, but everyone in that circle said the same. Even if the chance of malicious comparison is high, under a cautious attitude. I still wrote down their faces.

I observe the physical state of the crowd through the gaps in the crowd. These men should not be fighters, they are more like a group of rich boys who are looking for excitement. Some of them can confirm that their physical condition is very bad and their hands and feet are empty at a glance, but there are also people who are strong and well-trained.

"Are there any problems with those people?" The file noticed my gaze, followed my gaze and looked over there: "Those guys are the patrons here and the most generous sponsors. Gambling is for them. It’s just a trivial matter. What they care most about is whether they can serve with the winner of the all-female fight. In fact, as long as they are willing to pay, some players don’t mind doing it with them once, but there are exceptions. They stare at the cleaners for a long time. However, I have never been able to do so. Wrestlers have also encountered this kind of pursuit when they are still in the women's fighting competition. As long as it is voluntary, we will not bother."

"They said they had seen the devil, and they had a shot with the female devil." I smiled and said.

"Take medicine." The file made a disdainful nasal sound.

"Are they also targeting cleaners this time?" I asked.

"Not necessarily. I'm probably interested in all the players who reach the finals." File said: "These guys have a strong taste, like a male dog in heat, as long as a woman wants to go." She pointed out Pointing to one of the men, that guy’s dressing gave people a deliberate arrogance, as if he was playing the godfather of the underworld. His face is not handsome, but his body is the best among those men. Strictly. Said it is a perfect triangular golden outline. He seems to be sensitive to our gaze, turning his head and looking around. Although his gaze dangles from us, the retinal screen has already locked the details of his face. He won't miss the momentary focus of his pupils, he just pretended not to see us.

"Did you see it?" The file seemed to have discovered it, but he didn't care about it. Developed as one of us, but all the hints were avoided by him. He has a high prestige in Las Vegas. He often hunts for beauty in the competitions here. He has collected many women with good skills. If you say today Lately, there is a hindrance to the recruitment of cleaners, so most of the resistance should come from him. He has been pursuing cleaners for a while, but I can’t judge the progress between them. I have never understood that woman’s What is she thinking in her mind. However, it also means that she is very capable, doesn't it?"

"What's his name?" I increased the man's attention by five percent, and the file words seemed to imply something uncertain.

"Capaci," said the file, "but after our long-term observation, this is probably a pseudonym. In addition, he likes to call himself "Long Aotian" the most, because he is an Asian appearance, I I believe that this is his real name."

"No..." I heard these names. I couldn't help but feel weird, "I don't think these names are real."

"Why? Long Aotian is very imposing, isn't it?" The file asked with interest.

"No one would call Long Aotian, even a man from the Central Principality." I explained in the most powerful tone, but the file showed a puzzled expression, probably because I didn't understand the explanation.

"In the Central Principality,'Long Aotian' is just a description." I briefly explained the origin of the name'Long Aotian'. This is a tacit understanding among the males above the Central Principality. The noun, "refers to those men who are sensitive, smart, strong, successful in their careers, and full of charm to attract bees and butterflies. However, this name is actually a derogatory term that is mocking."

"Feeling keen, smart, strong, successful in business, amazing...Is it a mockery?" The file spread out. He said he couldn't understand it at all, "However, giving myself this name makes that guy very confident, doesn't it?"

In a sense. indeed so.

"Do you think he will have another identity? For example, the secret stakes of Doomsday Shinrikyo?" I asked clearly.

"I don't know, there are many things that seem to be suspicious. But I haven't caught the handle in these years, and all the suspicious places can be explained...but it's even more unsettling." The file said: "Anyway, he is still'safe' for the time being."

Since the file says so, I don't want to go into it, and no matter who he is, it has nothing to do with me. If I have to deal with a guy who claims to be "Long Aotian" head-on, I think I will feel a headache. However, if the cleaner is his prey, I seem to inevitably have a headache.

I stopped paying attention to the situation there. The lights above my head suddenly went out, the arena was plunged into darkness, and the chaotic noise seemed to be erased along with the light. All the things going on in the arena freeze for a few seconds, and when the lights are turned on again, they will operate again, and the paused hustle and bustle will sound again, but it is no longer as boiling as before.

The re-lit light is no longer the bright white, but the more atmospheric red, which makes people feel as if they can smell blood. People around me and the file are breathing heavily. Both men and women Tugged at the neckline, it seemed that this was the only way to straighten out his breathing. Most people have a happy smile full of expectation on their faces, but some people are silent, or maintain a reserved smile, excluding those fanatical looks, these silences and smiles are like flames burning in the ice.

"It's started." The file said to me.

The four arenas surrounding the central arena have been emptied. The spotlights crossed the central arena. The fierce drum music was suffocating from all directions, and the heart seemed to jump out of the chest with the beat of the drum. The emcee stepped onto the ring. She was a very conservative woman. She didn't have too much expression on her face. According to the usual saying, she was not suitable for the role of emcee. When she made the pre-match preaching, her voice seemed to make the air frosty. However, no one complained about these "small flaws". The audience in the arena didn't care about the master of ceremonies at all, and just wanted to hurry up and plunge into the **** and exciting arena. A large amount of gambling funds flowed in the finals of the all-female fighting, and it was also an important investigation for the underground world before absorbing manpower. According to the file, even female fighters who can compete in the finals in this all-female fight are not comparable to male fighters in other non-main push events. Although only cold weapons or hand-to-hand combat are allowed in the arena, it can also reflect the quality of a soldier-no matter how powerful the weapon is, only a strong master is the key to victory.

After the emcee stepped off the ring. Rows of iron pillars rise from the ground around the ring. It constitutes an uncapped iron cage, with only four doors opening in and out. Just looking at the momentum, it is more grand than the previous appetizers.

The drum music of a squally storm suddenly stopped, and the entire arena fell into a more suffocating silence. The spotlight illuminates the aisle for the players to enter the arena, and two female warriors walk out from the gate at the edge of the arena. . The emcee began to broadcast the code names and records of the two players with indifferent voices. The process was not much different from a normal fighting match, except that the content was more bloody, including murder assessment, battlefield experience and their respective temperaments, no matter how extreme. Hobbies are not hidden. But perhaps even more because of this, it makes those who pursue excitement crazy.

The two female fighters at war, one of American Indian descent, can be identified by their skin color and outline. Her figure is naturally toned, and her exposed skin is also full of scars, especially half of her face is left with shocking burn scars. Wearing bikini-style lock armor and leather pants, two dog-leg knives whirl in both hands. As soon as she appeared on the stage, the audience screamed enthusiastically-they should be very familiar with her.

In the game here, even if the players dress differently, it is difficult to judge whether it is pure grandstanding or has another purpose. At least, this Indian warrior is dressed coolly. It seems to rely only on the double knives in his hands.

The other is a white woman, wearing a normal camouflage uniform, her figure is completely covered by her clothes, her neckline is also tied to her throat, she has short hair, and her face is neutral, painted with oil, if not confirmed to be Women, otherwise it is difficult to identify their gender at once. She is empty-handed, only wearing gloves with half knuckles on her palms that seem to be nothing special.

Their record sounds terrifying. However, even if there are newcomers who can enter the finals, they are rarely unknown. The file didn't care about the introduction of the emcee, and when he glanced over the two of them, he seldom stopped on the two of them. She seemed uninterested in this battle.

"These two sound great too." I said.

"It's just good. With normal warfare as the standard. They are naturally very good, but. Compared to cleaners and wrestlers, they can only be regarded as quite satisfactory." The file paused, as if looking for a better description. "They can't make me feel the mysterious power, and I can't see even a special place from their data. Their power is just the result of surviving after too many battles. Such people are too much. Too many, too common."

"Even if you enter this...the all-female fighting finals, it's just ordinary?" I asked rhetorically.

"All women's fighting is held every year." The file just replied.

The two players entered the arena through the iron gates in their respective directions. The iron gates were closed after they entered. Although there was no emcee to give orders, the battle started the moment they stepped onto the ring. They didn't fight immediately, but walked around the invisible circle in the same manner, testing their opponents in the same manner.

"Really? If it's too normal, you can't survive the'mysterious' war to the end. No, even if you live a battle, you can praise God." I don't know whether it is disdain or regret. Smiles, looking at the two people circled in the ring.

After a long while, the Indian female warrior attacked first. She threw the dog-leg knife straight out of her hand, and while the white female dodged, the second dog-leg knife had already been slashed in preparation. This kind of straight-forward attack naturally cannot produce an intuitive effect. The white female slapped a punch like a whip, hit the surface of the knife accurately, and smashed the knife away. Just as she tried to bully her in, the Indian female warrior quickly backed away, and the dog-legged knife she threw out suddenly entrained the sound of the wind and threw at the back of the white woman's head.

Suddenly, there was a violent roar from the audience, just listening to it can understand that this is the iconic attack method of the Indian female warrior. However, this iconic thing is naturally easier for people to be prepared for early. The Indian female warriors didn’t seem to care that the white women easily escaped the attack. The two contacted again, hitting, dodges, their hands, feet, shoulders, and head were all weapons, and they were also the targets of the attack. The white women entangled like a python. She was on the body of the Indian female warrior, and when the final blow was about to hit ~IndoMTL.com~, the Indian female warrior kicked the circling dogleg knife with her foot, forcibly forcing her to jump off her body.

The offensive and defensive turn has become very fast. It is difficult for ordinary people to see all the movements. The front sight of the retina screen is locked on the Indian female warrior. In fact, half of the reason that forces white women to give up entanglement lies in the Indian female warrior. On his shuttle armor, a thin electric arc burst out very quickly from a very secret location. But because of the effect of the spotlight, the location and size of the arc, it is difficult to be noticed by other people watching.

Although I don't know how strong the electric shock is, it is clear that white women have suffered a small loss. Observed through the retina screen, her facial muscles twitched slightly and her hair no longer flowed.

However, the final victory did not completely fall to the Indian warriors just because the white women were slightly inferior. When the Indian female warrior was pursuing it, it seemed that she had just arrived at a small army, and there was no sign of whitening, the battle ended suddenly-the Indian female warrior's body suddenly fell to the ground, and after struggling for a few times, she was caught by the white female. The braid pulled up, punched his head fiercely, then lifted it up and fell on the iron fence by the ring, and never got up again. (To be continued...)

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