It has been seven days since the invitation letter was sent, and the selected candidates who were invited have different emotions.

Some people are irritable and anxious, some are as lazy as before, some simply choose not to believe it, and some try to trace the information source in reverse, and then the computer is blown up by the glory.

Their every move is under Zhou Zhou's surveillance, especially the super hacker who is trying to counter-invade. Zhou Zhou is very worried about his future.

After all, in the next encounter, the so-called hacking technology is really useless.

Zhou Zhou randomly selected the special case team for the last four quotas.

After all, as the largest special ability group in China, it is better to let them get in touch with the main god game as soon as possible.

"The Lord God Game" is launched at 11:59:50 midnight on August 31, Chinese time!

"The first test of "The Lord God Game" is about to begin. You have ten seconds of preparation time. Please handle your own safety issues properly."

The exact same text message was sent to the nearest communication devices beside ninety-four people, including computers, mobile phones, and even TVs and radios.

On the endless stream of overpass, a car suddenly accelerated, turned on the right turn light, and suddenly stopped to the side of the road.

As soon as the car stopped, the driver was shocked, his soul was instantly drawn away from his body, leaving only a strand of spirit to maintain the movement of the body.

A doctor who was having an affair frowned and ignored the shiny cell phone, ups and downs.

Suddenly, his consciousness was broken, and his whole body fell into a coma. His body was driven by instinct and he was venting as if he was instinctive.

The woman pressed under her was slightly panting. After a while, she realized something was wrong. A scream rang out in the quiet hospital.

Zhao Heng, who lives in a rental house, saw the text message, and was neither happy nor sad. His clean and scarless fingers had already touched the thin knife.

Ten seconds later, the knife left the first wound on his finger.

At work, Mohanton was holding bread in his mouth and holding a disposable cup of coffee in his hand. He frowned slightly at the text message, as if he had an unknown premonition.

After a few seconds, Mohanton fell down, and the coffee in his hand poured onto another female policeman in the elevator, causing chaos.

In the safe room of the special case team, six people picked up their phones and clicked on the text message at the same time.

Around them, there were many high-end cameras, and there was also an external consultant of a special case team. Taoist from a secret sect was focused on monitoring the six people.

The first time they saw the text message, the six people drank the talisman water that had been prepared at the same time.

The house is covered with talisman paper made by Taoist people. The effect is not amazing, but it will definitely be effective.

However, the six people were still confused as usual after ten seconds.

"Shouyi Taoist priest?"

"It's the soul that comes out of the body, and Penglai's soul-guarding talisman can't stop it."

"Hmph, there's really something wrong."

Behind the camera, a rough voice sounded, not deliberately targeting it, but an undepressed excitement and fanatical fighting spirit.

"Are you ready?"

“It’s ready.”

"I wish you all the best and a good harvest in advance."

"Thank you for your good words."

Cold, shaking...

The moment he woke up, Mohanton rolled over and half-squatted up, spread his left five fingers to protect his face, clenched his right fist, and raised his arms to block his chest. In an instant, he was well offensive and defended, and was ready for the best preparation.

"Well~~According to the convention, I will probably say at this time that you are one of the people who are here with better quality..."

A thick voice sounded.

Mohanton raised his head and quickly glanced around.

In addition to him, there were about twenty people lying around.

There were five people sitting or standing in the corner of the wall not far away, while the person who told Mohanton was standing in front of him.

Military boots, camouflage pants, wearing a tight black vest, her short hair stands like thin needles, her face is firm and her facial features are profound, she is obviously an Asian.

He is a real man.

No matter who it is, the first time you see him, you will feel the same.

A trace of questioning appeared in Mohanton's eyes.

He heard that the sound was spoken in Chinese because he had learned Chinese because of a case and could understand several syllables.

But he was even more surprised why he could understand Chinese.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with others." The man changed to fluent English and stretched out his right hand to Mohanton.

Mohanton hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the man's direct and sincere gaze, he immediately felt good and put his hand on it.

Even if such a man is an enemy, he will choose to confront him head-on.

The man pulled Mohanton up and loosened with one hand.

"My name is Mohanton Lee, you can call me Mohanton."

"dynasty."

Mohanton stood up and his vision was a little wider, but he was still confused.

“Where is this?”

"I don't know either. I just woke up one minute earlier than you."

The man who claimed to be a dynasty shook his head and said that he was also confused.

More than thirty people suddenly appeared in an empty and quiet abandoned city. Apart from them, not to mention others, there was not even a dog.

"Hey, have you all received that damn text?"

The young man with dyed hair squatting in the corner of the wall spoke as a silly man, his tone was very rude, and Mohanton frowned slightly.

"Yes." Dynasty turned its head and looked at the young man with hair dye.

"Grass, it's so painful. If I let me know which bastard got me here, I will definitely kill him."

The young man with dyed hair cursed and swearing made others feel disgusted.

"Hmph, who do you think you are? If you have the ability to kill so many people, it would be too long for a minute to kill you."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses got up from the ground, dusted the dust on his trousers' legs, cast contemptuous eyes at the dyed hair young man, and then looked at Mohanton and the Dynasty.

"My name is Clark Toinby, a professional dentist, one of the hundred people selected."

In Clark's eyes, Mohanton and the Dynasty are more trustworthy than the five people who stood in the corner of the team when they woke up.

This is not an inexplicable favor, but a reasonable deduction based on the psychological prediction of human subconscious behavior.

"WTF! How can I meet you everywhere I go, it's so unlucky."

Edward got up, without saying a word, stayed away from Mohanton and hid far away to the other end.

Mohanton was stunned for three seconds at the strange face, and then reacted: "You are... Edward, the thief?!"

"Edward?"

"That Thousand Faces Thousand-Faced Thieves? A Supernatural Power?"

"Wait, are you also a psychic?"

"So everyone is a psychic?"

The five people at the corner of the wall looked surprised and couldn't help asking.

As soon as they asked, everyone else showed a look of consciousness. Even Clark changed color slightly, and he carefully watched Mohanton and the Dynasty's expressions.

"No, I'm not."

Dynasty shook its head.

"I am a warrior, I only have a pair of fists."

After a pause, the Dynasty pulled out a serrated straight knife from its boots.

"And a knife."
Chapter completed!