Chapter 1357: Oasis Hideout

It is going to rain. "
At the top of the rough Nordic-style palace, the boy standing on the square terrace gazed at the dark clouds converging in the sky, with a dignified expression on his face.
He wore a gray turban around his head, his robe with a bit of Middle Eastern flavor, a sharp knife hanging around his waist, his hands fisted into a fist, and then he let go.
This guy is the one who is the smoothest in the game of this game. According to legend, luck can be easily won by "burning magic".
But in his opinion, his good fortune may have disappeared:
Burning Demon can feel that the "dark clouds" in the air are not ordinary weather phenomena. Although you can't see the distant scene, those fish-scale clouds still exude a strong ominous atmosphere.
"Is it ... the summoning ceremony?"
Even if it is not known what this thing is, Burning Demon is already nervous. After all, things that can affect the weather conditions of the entire map in the game will certainly not be a good fix.
Looking at the dark clouds that were turning into swirls in the air, Burning Demon took a breath.
Although I am standing on the terrace, this place is regarded as a safe house inside the palace. Even if something really happens outside, I will not be affected by myself in the safe house.
Burning Demon waved his right hand to open the menu of the lord mode, just as he was summoning the generals to have a combat meeting, the scene in front of them suddenly flashed.
"No way……"
The Burning Demon who had encountered this situation before, blinked in surprise.
Then the terrace in his sight disappeared and replaced by darkness.
Burning Demon tried to raise his right hand, but found that his hands were tied by the restraint. He reached down and pressed the button on the back of the chair, and the restraint on his wrist finally disappeared.
"Is there a power outage?"
Lying in a dark game room, Burning Devil shook his head.
When the power is cut off, the backup battery inside the game compartment will start to supply power, allowing players to open the hatch. But the little energy provided by the backup battery alone cannot support the continuous operation of imaging games in the brain.
Since the power will be cut off during the invitational tournament, it seems that my idea is correct, and the
good luck halo
that has been around him has indeed disappeared.
Thinking of this, Burning Demon sighed again. However, another thought suddenly popped into his mind:
Perhaps the drop just now is also good luck.
Burning Demon pushed open the hatch of the game room and slowly stood up, but his body suddenly crooked and almost fell to the ground.
Feeling a strong sense of hunger, he reached out and leaned on the smooth hatch, leaning against a dark bedroom, looking around blankly.
"This is ... How long has it passed?"

"Boom!"
There was a muffled sound, and the gloomy enclosed space was shone for a moment. The bright beam of flashlight swept from the basement, focusing on a red-covered game room leaning against the wall.
"found it."
A security bureau special agent wearing a blue courier costume with a smile on his stubborn face, wearing a kdr-22 exoskeleton, drove his body forward.
He quickly found the location of the "Blade of Blood" through the positioning device of the Security Bureau. However, the special agents also knew that things would not be resolved so easily.
"..."
The flashlight's beam swept through the wet basement. As soon as it turned to the right, the agent was dazzled by the silver light refracted by the metal case.
Click!
Like a mechanical joint with no movement for a long time, making a harsh noise, two rough-shaped humanoid machines swooped towards the special agent, and an angry male voice was heard in the speaker:
"Don't interfere with the 'Oasis Army!'"
Facing the robot that launched the raid, the special agent stepped back, returned to the narrow corridor leading to the basement, raised his right foot for two seconds, and then slammed out.
boom!
The robot who had just rushed to the door was struck by the big foot. A big hole suddenly appeared in his waist, and the broken circuit and the wreckage of the parts flew backward.
As a "special worker" of the Security Bureau, the exoskeleton of the special commissioner is also a complete military model. There is no power limitation at all. The head of another robot.
"ended."
The special agent snorted, returned to the small basement again, and came to the game room, and watched the situation of the game room alertly.
This device looks like a junk from a few years ago, with a low buzzing sound as it operates. There is no doubt that the hijacked player is lying in this game warehouse.
Recalling the information obtained from Zhou Tianhao of the Game Administration, the special agent did not directly cut off the connection, but stood beside the game warehouse to check it, looking for the authorities and traps that may be hidden nearby.
According to Zhou Tianhao, the hijacked player should be the "pioneer" of the original device. When dealing with this type of user, disconnecting the connection directly can hurt them.
However, it is natural that the Security Agency will not be stumped by such a small problem. For the handling of this special event, they also have a mature solution.
After careful inspection, no traps were found. The special agent took out a black "gum" from the pocket, attached the toy to the shell of the game compartment, and then took out a miniature electronic device the size of a ring finger nail and stuck it to the black gel.
After getting ready, the task force took a step back, took out the mobile phone to open the app, and selected the option of "Starting Sudden Death Mode".
The buzzing old game warehouse suddenly trembled violently, and then stopped. The special agent clicked "Open the hatch" on the screen of the mobile phone and squeaked, and the hatch of the game room slowly opened outward.
The hatch hadn't fully opened, and the special agent turned to the other side, and turned his eyes to the inside of the game room, asking:
"Hey, are you okay--"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sight.
The restraint was fixed in the game room, not the woman in the imagination, but a metal cylinder with a green shell. On the LCD panel that looked very old, the red countdown number was constantly beating:
03.
02.
01.
"My grass ..."
At the last minute before the countdown ended, the special agent could not help yelling.
That number is fixed at 00. then……
The LCD screen goes out.
The special agent, who was stiffened due to extreme shock, finally raised his right hand again and choked his cheek.
He naturally knew that he was being counted by the other party. However, what seemed like a bomb was just a bad joke.
"It provoked the Security Bureau ... a little bit interesting."
Realizing that he was being ridiculed by the other party, the special agent laughed, turned and quickly left the basement, returned to the corridor and looked down:
"You have to change your pants first."