Binhai City.

With a "boom", the pale lightning teared open the dark rain atmosphere and illuminated a corner of the haze.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the dense rain line, and his pace was very fast, leaving behind a pool of scattered water, and he went straight into the black car on the side of the road.

The man had a little twilight, short hair, thin body, and was wearing a dark green windbreaker. His skin was slightly dark, his facial features were tough, his angular chin had just emerged, and he had half an old-fashioned cigarette in his mouth.

"I am Sikonghen, what's my name?"

While dusting the rain foam on his body, he twisted the cigarette and reached out the window, asking casually.

The driver was a young man with a young face. When he heard the question, he was shocked and replied seriously and nervously: Go back to the team leader, my surname is Jia, and the third one is in the family, so he is called Jia San. Everyone in the group called me a mistress. It was the deputy team leader who sent me to pick you up."

Sikong Hen rolled his eyes angrily, "I'm going to beat you. My wife has just run away for a few days. I won't be disgusting with this name in the future. From now on, you'll change your name, call me Lao San!"

"Yes, I will call Lao San from now on."

Jia San's answered neatly without any hesitation.

Sikong Hen looked disappointed, "Don't always be yes, too, young people should be a little angry. Can someone change the name of the person you ask? Also, don't always call the team leader, listen to the strangeness, call me Brother Hen, since you have been mingled with me, I will protect you."

After a while, Jia San was a little helpless and didn't know how to respond for a long time.

The car started to start, Sikong Hen felt bored, glanced at the backward street scene outside the window, and after a while, he asked, "How many experts are recruited in the team?"

Speaking of this, Jia San whispered: "Three."

"Why are there only three?"

Sikong Hen raised his thick eyebrows and popped the cigarette butt out the window.

Jia San's voice became even smaller, "It took a lot of effort. One of them was brought from a prison in Hong Kong. He said he was a martial arts madman who practiced his clothes. He used to ask someone for a private competition and died in the end because of negligence. He was sentenced to life imprisonment!"

Sikong Hen grabbed the messy hair in distress and asked impatiently: "Where are the other two?"

Jia San's voice became even smaller, "One is a master of hidden weapons, and the other is a practitioner of light skills."

Sikong Hen glared at him, "Damn, are you cheating me? I asked you to recruit experts. I won't say the first one. What are the things left of these two shameless things?"

Jia San was also in a hurry, "The main reason is that the time is too hasty, and there are many people who cheat. In two days, we screened hundreds of internet celebrities who claim to be kung fu masters, and many of them were sent to the hospital by the deputy team leader."

Sikong Hen was a little stunned. He waved his hand very simply and murmured to himself: "Forget it, I'll solve this problem myself. There are not many people who have made their debut in martial arts practice these days."

After leaving the airport, the car passed through the downtown area and finally arrived at the suburbs. He turned a few more times on a remote road. It took more than two hours in total before he saw the car slowly driving into a medieval retro manor with mountains and waters.

Deep in the manor, outside a small building, there were about a dozen teams of men, women, and young and old dressed in different clothes gathered to stand.

But the atmosphere is so weird that it looks strange. Some people are coughing sickly, some are wearing school uniforms with school bags, and an old man dressed in the corridor. The key is that he has one arm, long face and round body, yawning all over the sky, and a few strands of pale long hair on his bare forehead are swaying restlessly in the wind.

Sikong Hen was stunned after getting off the car. He stood there for a while before he sincerely sighed: "Okay, very good, I'm completely cracked. I'm very pleased to see you. Thank you for letting me understand what is the real old, weak, sick and disabled in my lifetime."

"Hata!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man in the corridor spitted thick phlegm on the ground, and he looked carefully and still had bloodshots.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him subconsciously, the old man bared two rows of yellow teeth, "Hehe, that's it, I've gotten a little angry recently."

Sikong Hen looked away with expressionless face.

"Where is the deputy team leader?"

"Tan Fei, deputy leader of the anti-abnormal response team, has met the leader of Sikong!"

In the crowd, a capable woman in black uniform stepped out and raised her hand to salute. Her heroic eyebrows were filled with indifference, and her whole body exuded a unique atmosphere of a soldier.

"Let's talk about it first."

Sikonghen seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he quickly came to a conference hall along the wooden corridor inside the building. He lit a cigarette and sat down without talking nonsense, and went straight to the point.

"Are there any clues about the source of that live broadcast?"

"It is impossible to track, search, and the live video is random to select viewers. There is no rule out that there is some unknown connection. In addition, it was found that some playback devices are not connected to the Internet, but can watch the live broadcast without any impact."

Deputy team leader Tan Fei answered neatly.

Sikong Hen twisted the cigarette butt in one hand and played with the lighter in the other, with a thoughtful expression, "I have watched those two live broadcasts, and I can't recall the details in them afterwards. It's really outrageous, but I don't believe it was an alien invasion, and I tried every means to find clues. Since the source of the live broadcast cannot be found for the time being, let's start from the other two aspects, the place of the fight, and the participants."

At this point, he paused for a moment, pondered for a moment before continuing to say slowly: "Currently, we will find the person in the first live broadcast of the gladiator. Remember, don't be too radical. If there are any clues, try to contact them first, don't be too tough, and don't anger the other party. After all, that's a treasure. There are so many people who covet rare things, we must be more rare."

At the end, he did not forget to repeat: "This matter will not end easily, the situation will inevitably continue to escalate. I would like to emphasize again that the participants are not prisoners, so don't be hostile."

Tan Fei nodded, "Okay!"

"Bang!"

At this time, Jia San suddenly ran in with two people nervous expressions.

Sikong Hen raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Jia San hurriedly handed over the phone, "Team leader, look at this thing, you're really a ghost. It turns out that the 'death fight' is rewarded."

Sikong Hen sat upright and glanced at the screen playing on the phone. It was a dark silver metal bracelet with numbers still flashing on it.

But the next scene made him unable to see any more.

I saw a middle-aged white death row prisoner wearing a bracelet, but then the other party's expression suddenly became ferocious and painful, his body trembled constantly, and then he fell down and lay on the ground.

This is not the end. Blood was visible from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the death row prisoner, and his bones were as if they were under unimaginable pressure, like fried beans. Finally, his body exploded with a "bang" and turned into a pool of blood mud.

The two behind Jia San are a young woman with curly hair and a gentle young man wearing glasses.

The young man pushed his glasses and said excitedly: "Just a few minutes ago, someone from abroad posted this post online and stated that this was a reward for the 'death fight'. It should be the white man who won the second game. It can actually control and change the gravity that the holder bears. It is incredible."

Sikong Hen was rarely cynical. He looked at the metal bracelet deeply, gradually narrowing his eyes and said in a deep voice: "What is this thing called?"

The young man took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!