Changqing City is gradually becoming chaotic. Wu Hui no longer dares to wear glasses when he goes out on the street. He is afraid that he will encounter some high-level players and be caught and beaten.
After purchasing what he needed on the black market, he was ready for the next game. If you play well in this round, you might be able to get promoted directly to level four. At this rate, there will be no problem reaching level six or even level seven in the joint competition next year.
But Wu Hui is obviously not the protagonist of this world now.
At this time, there were one level 11 and one level 12 player in Changqing City, as well as a large number of high-level players and intermediate players.
And somewhere no one notices. Mr. Presiding Judge, a level 13 player of the Tribunal, also quietly came to this city.
In this world, many smart people have joined the chessboard organization, but only two of them are at level thirteen. One is him, and the other is the chief chess player.
The two often play chess together, but in fact the presiding judge seems to want to arrest this guy. Or kill it directly.
Because that guy's character, how should I put it, is an enlarged version of Du Ziming. The things I usually do are by no means small.
The relationship between the chief judge and the chief chess player back then was similar to that of Wu Hui and Du Ziming. The two often worked together, fought against each other, and finally separated due to their personalities. An aboveboard tribunal backed by the SUPP government. To create order in the player world.
The other is planting lines and chess pieces all over the world. No one knows which key position contains his chess.
One side is white, the other is black.
The presiding judge and the chief chess player often play chess together. They play all kinds of chess, but the most popular one is Go. With their AI-level computing power, only Go is more complex, allowing them to compete in a fun competition of intelligence.
Nightmare chess is an entertainment project for them. Just have fun.
Within the chessboard organization, everyone uses a chess game to represent their identity. Both of them obviously use Go. The presiding judge is white and the chief is black.
"What exactly do you want to do by spreading the news that a joint competition will take place in Changqing City to the whole world?" The presiding judge muttered to himself as he walked in Changqing City, which was initially chaotic.
The chief has chess pieces in many places around the world, either controlled by extraordinary power, bribed, or controlled subtly in some way.
Many people don't actually know that they are chess pieces, but they will try their best to complete the tasks assigned by the chief.
Over the years, the presiding judge has been trying to find out who are the chief's pawns. It’s not realistic to find them all, but the more you can find, the better.
The high-level players who entered Evergreen City at this time, especially some of the teams, are quite noteworthy.
Nine colors.
library.
Goth band.
These are possible.
Well, Baihualou is unlikely.
Starlight Circus...For the team of intermediate players, the priority can be lowered.
It is possible that Perlman's finger team will appear, and it may also appear within the butterfly organization, so we need to continue to observe.
Let’s see if there are any inside our tribunal.
The presiding judge didn't care at all about the outcome of the joint competition. The reward for winning was nice, but it was nothing for the Inquisition. Anyway, the status cannot be shaken, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose once or twice.
What he cares about is what the chief's plan is.
That guy seems to be playing at any time, but every time he sets up, he has a big and terrifying target.
The presiding judge must find a way to break the situation.
Just like the rules of Go, black moves first, and white has to take one step slower.
At this time, in the residence of the chessboard organization's nominal headquarters and chief chess player. He looked very happy while being stared at by the presiding judge from various angles.
"What kind of conspiracy can I have? I just want to make it more fun." The chief was at the table, playing chess with his summons. He is controlling both sides, so this is just one person playing chess. But it looks like a game of chess.
This is the sense of ritual.
The chief hummed and played with himself.
In the black market, Wu Hui, who was purchasing, saw a group of guys holding guns and dressed like mercenaries walking in.
Looking at this look and the badges on their uniforms, you can tell that these guys are from the Perlman Company, an organization as large as the Inquisition and the Butterfly. Naturally, he will not be absent at this time.
Perlman's combat team is known as the "Hand."
A standard hand team has five people: thumb, index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger. Corresponding to defense and power type (thumb), long-range sniping (index finger), spell casting and range damage (middle finger), and auxiliary treatment (little finger).
The three strongest Hand teams are called Iron Fist, Talon, and Magic Hand. They are all composed of senior players and led by super players.
This team seems to be all intermediate players, not too special, and they are walking around the player arena very calmly. He didn't care at all when facing everyone's curious eyes.
Of course, the main reason why they attract attention is... these are all white people, and they must be conspicuous in a place like the Capital Region, where yellow people are the dominant people.
"The market supported by the Butterfly Organization seems to be average. There is nothing suitable." Zhongzhi said carelessly, as if he had not thought that this was someone else's territory.
"This is a small place after all, and they must have digested the good things internally." said Thumb, the captain of this team.
The index finger calmly observed the surroundings: "There are mostly low-level players, and there are also some intermediate players. I don't see anyone above level seven."
Changqing is actually not a small place. There are even nine advanced players here, three at level nine and six at level eight. On average, there are less than 900 players of this level in the world, and this place accounts for 1%.
However, compared to the Perlman Company headquarters where they usually stay, where even super players have several, this is indeed a small place.
In the corner, men and women wearing black and white clothes were observing silently.
"There's no chance, forget it." The man in black said to the woman in white.
Bai Yi: "Okay. Let's see again when we have a chance."
Apparently they have a hostile relationship with this team.
There are really many people coming to Changqing City, and these are all participants in the future league. There are advanced players and there are intermediate players.
Wu Hui didn't want to be too ambitious, so he didn't collect relevant information, but concentrated on improving himself.
Soon, a new game will begin.
He was sitting at home with everything he needed to bring ready. Wu Tong sat next to him, put his long legs on Wu Hui like before, held a beer bottle, and blessed Wu Hui while drinking.
She will give Wu Hui a blessing before the start of each game. The effect is to increase luck.
Luck is very useful, but many times it is not useful.
When the time is up, Wu Hui enters the game.
Surrounding the raft was the sea.
