This man also tries to gain time to adjust his condition.

But how could Chris, who had already made up his mind to kill them, give him a chance?

It has been three hours since he got such a little points, and it is absolutely impossible to complete the rules specified by the Death Judge.

So he must find a breakthrough.

"As long as I kill these guys, I can get at least twenty or thirty points, and I can completely exchange it for hot weapons. Even if I am alone, I don't have to be afraid of those teams with dozens of people." Chris thought in his heart.

Suddenly I found it difficult to obtain points and it was expensive to redeem. Perhaps it was not a bad thing for him.

As long as others are not as cruel as he is to attack his own people, I am afraid there will be no points here.

This means that those people are likely to have no hot weapons or long-range cold weapons.

He could completely crush him alone and complete the task of the Death Judge.

"ah!"

The last man was in a weak position, defending again and again, and finally couldn't resist Chris's offensive and was slashed on his body with a knife, making a scream of pain.

He is already at a disadvantage and now he has no power to turn the tables.

After a few rounds, he was killed by Chris who was in a "crazy" state and gained some points again.

"It takes five points to exchange for a pistol, and a seven-round bullet magazine is included. A little point can be exchanged for a magazine. In other words, can I change to a pistol, 21 rounds?"

After killing this person, Chris immediately opened the redemption interface of the watch and began to select weapons on it.

Consume all points in one breath.

"The opportunity that belongs to me is here!"

He held his pistol, put two magazines in his clothes pocket, and walked towards the large team with a ferocious expression.

Chinese people will use guns, not to mention that Chris, an arms dealer, has joined a former weapon designer.

So when he was about forty meters away from the team, he fired.

This distance is very close to the theoretical effective range of the pistol. The limit distance of a pistol is about fifty meters, but few people can hit the target at this distance, especially in actual combat.

Even at thirty or forty meters, it is a very mysterious distance. But Chris is one of the few people, and his marksmanship is very good.

The moment the gunshot was heard, a blood flower appeared on a "subordinate" closest to him, and he fell to the ground wailingly.

If he does not receive timely treatment, he will soon die or be shocked due to excessive blood loss.

Everyone else was shocked, why did Chris have a gun in his hand, and why did he attack them.

It was not until the second gunshot that a blood hole appeared on a man's forehead that the crowd exclaimed in panic.

Looking at Chris walking towards them, they fled in scattered and fled.

For a group of mobs, you can't ask them to advance with bullets, or use all their lives to waste Chris' bullets to create opportunities for others.

"Sheit, don't run away! Stop me! Give me the points!" Chris roared, his eyes red, and he was obviously in a state of madness.

He approached the crowd, and the guns in his hand rang out loud.

Soon five more unlucky guys fell to the ground.

He skillfully replaced the new magazine and continued shooting.

After coming to a "subordinate" who was injured by him but not dead, he picked up a machete on the ground and chopped off his head.

Then start finishing the attacks one by one.

He followed the red dots on the map and chased the people who were running away.

From the moment he shot at the others, both sides had become two teams.

Chris turned into a green dot alone, representing himself. All other characters are shown with red dots, representing enemies or prey.

"It's 12 points, 13 points! Very good, Chris, you can do it! These damn guys have to pay the price! You still have time, and there are still nine hours! Hahaha!"

Chris shouted as he chased.

The people who heard his shouting in front of them all looked pale.

"Madman, boss is crazy!"

"Run quickly, stay away from this madman, he will kill us!"

"Damn it, why does he have a gun in his hand? This is unfair!"

The roar of curses and Chris' laughter rang out together, accompanied by gunfire.

It's messy, everything is messy!

It was not until a few minutes later that everything gradually calmed down.

Chris leaned against a tattered bus, his face looked a little pale, and he covered his mouth in pain.

There are often news about people staying up late for several nights, although most of the results are sudden deaths.

But it also creates an illusion for many people that it is absolutely fine to stay overnight.

But in fact, staying up late must require people to be in a situation where there is less physical energy and more excited spirit, such as playing games... or chatting with girls you just hooked up or got on, etc.

Once in a state of intense exercise, people will get closer to their limits and collapse faster.

Chris felt his heart twitching at this moment, as if he would die in the next second.

"No, I can't sleep yet! Otherwise it will be too late!"

Seeing that he was only in his early twenties, Chris kept taking deep breaths, trying to cheer himself up again.

But the eyelids became heavier.

In the end, he couldn't help but fall asleep.

The live footage jumped to the other side and continued.

Time soon came when there were only two hours left.

Chris woke up from the bus in a daze, with a blank look on his face.

Then he suddenly shuddered and quickly looked at the time on his watch, looking flustered.

"Damn it, why am I asleep! There are only the last two hours left!" His body was cold, and he seemed to be falling into the abyss.

He got up anxiously from the ground.

When I clicked out the map and looked even more ugly.

There are only nine red dots left on the map! If he is included, there will be ten more.
Chapter completed!