Chapter 1003 Sneak Attack

Direct access via mobile phone: m.xinwanben.com

Facing his yelling, several of his subordinates secretly cursed in their hearts.

If you don't know what other people think and need to rely on the power of the group to survive, who would be a boss to you?

After all, this is the trial of the Death Judge, and only one person can survive.

Although they are Chris' subordinates, are they really loyal and willing to give him the chance to survive?

In fact, when they caught up with Babia just now, each of them hoped that they would be the one to kill this guy.

It's just that due to the unknown situation and Chris' previous majesty, he didn't dare to move.

This is just like the ancient emperor and his ministers. Why doesn't the emperor like ministers forming cliques for personal gain? Because they don't dare to rebel unless they don't understand each other.

What if a group of ministers get together and chat with each other. It turns out that everyone doesn’t like that dog emperor, so well, let’s unite and evade him! Then how can the emperor play?

It's the same now. What Chris's subordinates really worry about is not Chris himself, but each other.

For example, subordinate No. 1 wanted to rebel, but he was worried that No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4 would help Chris, so he did not dare to move.

But this kind of scruple has its limits. Once faced with a life and death crisis...

Dissatisfaction appeared in the hearts of several subordinates, but was quickly suppressed.

Then he pretended to be loyal and hurried back behind Chris.

When they returned to the original location, they found that almost everyone else was there.

Less than a minute later, the last team returned.

Judging from the appearance of the leading man in the team, it was obvious that he had achieved something and did not let the other party escape.

"Go towards the next red dot, walk slowly for ten minutes, and then run faster." Chris shouted when he saw that everyone had gathered.

There is nothing we can do about it, they are not supermen.

Even though my physical fitness was pretty good, I was already exhausted after three hours. If it weren't for death driving them behind them, they would have wanted to lie on the ground motionless an hour ago.

Now I want to have a good sleep. If we were in country M, it would already be one o'clock in the morning, right?

Fatigue, sleepiness, fear of an uncertain future. It's like a miracle that I can still keep going.

But this overdraft is short-lived after all.

Within a few minutes, people began to sit on the road and stop moving.

"No, I want to sleep! It's too painful! If you don't let me rest, just kill me!" a white man shouted.

"I'm not leaving either. I'll be exhausted if this continues."

Like a contagious virus, more than half of the people went on strike in an instant.

"Shet, damn it! You trash, why don't you have the energy to go to nightclubs all night to find bitches! Why are you all so weak!"

Chris is freaking out.

He was also very tired, but in a special state of excitement and tension. So the situation is slightly better than others.

Of course, the price is that for a while he will want to give up more than anyone else, and then lie on the ground and sleep.

"Boss, there are no women here. Anyway, I quit. It's impossible to collect 500 points anyway." A young man wearing glasses and with freckles on his face shouted.

His words resonated with others.

When they could hold on before, they also had a glimmer of hope. But now I am so tired that I feel as if I will die suddenly in the next moment, and the pessimism and despair in my heart have taken over.

After working for more than three hours, I didn't get a single point. They had no hope of surviving at this rate. In this case, why should we suffer in the last days of our lives?

Wouldn't it be better to just lie there, have a good sleep, and then be killed by the Death Judge in your sleep?

"you!"

Chris looked at the people lying down, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

If you can't help him deal with the enemy, then why not contribute points to him!

However, facing his subordinates who are outnumbered and powerful, he must take a long-term approach.

So he set his target on Osak and the others.

"Osak, Bea, Owen, you guys come with me."

Chris suddenly said to several senior executives who were second only to him.

The murderous intent in his eyes was perfectly concealed, so although these people were a little confused, they didn't expect that Chris would be so crazy that he wanted to kill them.

They just thought that Chris wanted to discuss with them how to deal with this situation.

So after seeing Chris taking the lead to walk towards the ruins in the distance, a total of six people also followed.

Because this situation is also not what they want to see.

"Boss, do you have a way to solve the current problem?"

After arriving at a corner that no one else could see, Osak couldn't help but ask Chris in front of him.

He turned around expressionlessly and said, "Of course there is a way! But..."

Uh-huh!

A sword flashed quickly.

Osak and Bea beside him were stunned, looking at Chris in front of him in horror, anger, and unwillingness.

But he couldn't cover up the blood spurting out from the wound on his neck.

.

"Chris what are you doing!"

The remaining four people were shocked and angry, and they raised their machetes and roared at him.

"It's too late, of course I want to kill you!"

Calculation was done mentally but not intentionally, even though the remaining four people reacted immediately. But after all, they were in a state of panic. They raised their machetes just as an instinctive act of self-preservation, but they had no idea of ​​what to do next in their minds.

So facing the machete that Chris swung next, their pupils widened, but they didn't know what to do.

At this moment, their bodies were stiff and their hands were unruly!

Swish, swish, swish!

It wasn't until three more people died that the last person reacted and hurriedly blocked Chris' attack with a knife. But he looked very embarrassed.

Facing Chris's subsequent slashing, which was like a violent storm, he was like a small boat floating on the sea, which might capsize at any time under the waves.

"Wait, I have something to say!"...

If you can’t remember the URL, you can search it on Baidu: [End this site]