Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 208: The Promised Time, on the Elevated Platform

"Master, you are quite good at calculating."

"You've saved thousands on this trip."

Mosin-Nagant sat in the driver's seat of a Nissan SUV, looking at Uncle Carrot happily fiddling with a tablet computer in the passenger seat, and couldn't help but sigh.

Uncle Radish raised his head and spoke with a smile.

"Hey, young man...you're coming too, so just consider it a ride!"

"Besides, it's not like I didn't pay you."

The little old man said this cheerfully, and Mosin-Nagant sighed.

"Honestly, thirty thousand yuan is a real bargain for me..."

"The job description is different, Comrade Xiao Mo," said Mr. Radish in a genial tone. "I didn't hire you to kill anyone, I just hired you to protect me."

"That's true, although the more I think about it, the more I feel that this mission is no easier than killing someone."

Mosin-Nagant smiled bitterly helplessly.

He drove the car slowly on the road in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng in the rain, and the wipers swung frantically to sweep away the rain that seemed to be splashing on the windshield.

The heavy rain and the dark sky near dusk made visibility very low. This was also an unfinished and long-abandoned section of road, so the Mosin-Nagant naturally didn't dare to drive too fast.

Luobo contacted him early this morning. After bargaining for an hour and a half and paying 30,000 yuan, Mosin-Nagant agreed to give the old man a ride and take responsibility for his safety.

"Thinking about it, we're still facing guys like Fluoxetine and Ayu this time... and they might even bring their own crews," Mosin-Nagant sighed. "This isn't easy, is there any money to pay?"

"Comrade Xiao Mo, business should be based on integrity. The price was 30,000 yuan, which was already finalized," said Uncle Radish, leaning back in his chair and continuing to scroll on his tablet. "Of course, if the situation is really critical, it's not impossible to increase the price later."

Mosin-Nagant continued to drive slowly, with a hint of sadness on his face.

He turned the steering wheel to bypass several fallen roadblocks in the middle of the road and drove along the edge onto an uphill ramp.

"Whether it's money or not is another matter. Actually, I'm a little curious, why did you choose me?"

"Is it just because I'm coming too? I'm not a good person. I'm also a bounty hunter with many lives on my hands. Aren't you afraid that I might secretly kill you and use it for the reward?"

"Unbelievable!"

The tablet in Uncle Carrot's hand uttered exclamations in English, and he had completed the Happy Match game.

So, Carrot put down the tablet in his hand and answered Mosin-Nagant's questions.

"A person's good or bad behavior is largely determined by their 'environment.' As the saying goes, when the granaries are full, etiquette is learned... After joining the 'Death Game,' it's normal to behave a little extreme."

"So, even if you're a bounty hunter, I don't think you're necessarily 'bad.' When 'death' itself has become normalized within this community... the moral consensus and standards within the Death Game player community are something that still needs to be explored."

When Mosin-Nagant heard this, he glanced at the old man beside him in disbelief.

This simple old man who looks like an old farmer can actually say such thought-provoking words.

"Besides," Mr. Carrot noticed Mosin-Nagant's gaze and smiled slyly, "It's precisely because you're a bounty hunter that I feel at ease... I checked the reward on my head with the 'Hunting Club', and it's only twelve thousand dollars."

"I'm going to give you a reward of thirty thousand."

"Even if you only count half of the balance, it's still higher than my reward."

Uncle Radish said happily.

Mosin-Nagant curled his lips and said, "So this is how the reward amount is calculated?"

He slowly stopped the car on the side of the road.

This section of elevated road in the south of the city was abandoned shortly after construction. After exiting the ramp, the road comes to an abrupt end less than a kilometer away.

There are obvious signs of road collapse.

"But why not invite some members of the Players' Mutual Aid Association?"

After the car stopped, Mosin-Nagant asked one last question.

Uncle Radish didn't answer, and after a long time he sighed.

"Honestly, I don't really like the current 'Players' Mutual Aid Association'..."

Hearing that there seemed to be something hidden in Mr. Carrot's words, Mosin-Nagant stopped asking questions.

"Okay, now that we're there... let's get down."

"It seems like we are the first group to arrive."

Mosin-Nagant opened the car door, opened his folding umbrella and walked down.

However, the effect of holding an umbrella is not very obvious.

The strong wind on the viaduct blew the umbrella all over the place, and also brought rain directly onto the Mosin-Nagant.

The ground was dotted with small puddles filled with accumulated water. Rainwater flowed into these puddles and then flowed under the viaduct. The water flowed like a mountain stream, soaking Mosin-Nagant's sneakers.

"rough."

He couldn't help but spit.

Apparently it wasn't raining in the city he was leaving from.

On the other side, Uncle Radish came down wearing an old-fashioned bamboo hat and a pair of slippers.

Unexpectedly, the hat seemed to have an invisible barrier, blocking all the rain.

Uncle Radish walked silently to the side of Mosin-Nagant and helped him block some of the rain.

Mosin-Nagant nodded in greeting.

"Thanks."

The two of them started walking around on the overpass in tacit understanding.

Although they didn't know why "Fluoxetine" asked them to come here, both of them had their own life-saving methods and escape tools as their trump cards.

But since we arrived early, it is necessary to survey the terrain.

Mosin-Nagant even set up a few [snake traps] and [trip ropes] in the corners as traps.

Uncle Radish also scattered some seeds of unknown effect in every corner.

While the two of them were busy...

Soon, Qian Huan also arrived.

A white dove holding a hat flew up from the broken part of the viaduct.

Then the pigeon disappeared, and Qian Huan came out of the hat at the same time.

"Huh—catch up."

I don't know if it's because they're afraid of fluoxetine, or because they know that "Order" definitely has a lot of spies nearby.

The other three members of the "Freedom Alliance" did not show up.

Qian Huan smiled, adjusted his hat, and greeted the two people on the overpass.

"Good evening, see you again!"

Faced with Qianhuan's enthusiasm, although Mosin-Nagant felt uncomfortable, Uncle Carrot nodded with a smile.

"you're good too."

And the person who arrived right after Qian Huan was walking up from the ramp again...

Li Hua and Zhigeng.

But these two are not alone.

Li Hua brought the tycoon and Zhi Geng brought the snowy owl.

The appearance of the four people made Mosin-Nagant feel more and more uncomfortable.

"There are so many people here. They shouldn't be on Fluoxetine's invitation list, right?"

Mosin Nagant muttered.

Li Hua, wearing a transparent raincoat, shook his head. "As a member of 'Order,' why should I care about the rules set by the lunatics of the 'Psychology Society'?"

Qian Huan smiled and said, "That makes sense."

But he quietly stood at the broken part of the road.

However, just as Qian Huan stepped forward, he heard a "bang" sound at his feet.

The metal claws were nailed to the exposed steel bars on the road surface.

Then...

With the "click" sound of the reel turning and the rope tightening, Ayu jumped up.

After she jumped up, she looked at Li Hua and his four companions, cursing loudly and pulling out a spear from her arms.

"Fuck, you guys are ganging up again?"

But seeing that the other party had no intention of fighting him, A Yu did not take any further action.

She just looked around for a while and asked a question.

"What about fluoxetine?"