[Fishing in progress...]
【Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for getting the special Tang Dao +1! 】
"Very good! Now you have all the matching weapons of the dual-sword style!" Chen Ming said with a cheerful smile.
He had to admit that he had always liked the design of Tang Hengdao from a long time ago.
After using it myself just now, I feel that this weapon is not only handsome, but also highly valuable!
Recover your thoughts and continue fishing.
[Fishing in progress...]
【Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for getting a pair of real leather boxing gloves! 】
【Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for getting grenade +1! 】
【Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for getting the Molotov cocktail +1! 】
【Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for getting the high-power electric baton +1! 】
【Fishing successful! Congratulations to the host for getting the anti-wolf spray +1! 】
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Chen Ming spent two hours playing hard in one breath, but he didn't even see the shadow of his skills.
He lost count of how many times he clicked [Start Fishing]
All I know is that my fingers have been keeping the same position, repeating a movement, and they have become numb and slow in movement.
"Huh..." He let out a rough breath, just as his phone reminded him that the battery was less than 10%, so he put it aside and connected it to the charger to let it replenish some energy.
Also relax your body and eyes.
Chen Ming felt a little tired from staring at the screen.
I took out an apple from the infinite storage space, wiped it with paper, and ate it.
The taste is hard, slightly sour, mainly sweet, and very crisp.
"ah!"
Throwing the apple core into the trash can, Chen Ming yawned.
Feeling a little sleepy, I unzipped a multi-purpose pillow and turned it into a quilt, covering myself with it.
With his eyes closed, he blindly grabbed the remote control on the coffee table and turned off the TV.
Going to bed early and getting up early will keep you healthy and allow you to spend more energy on fishing.
Besides, it's not too early now, it's already ten o'clock in the evening.
And at the same time.
Hawks, in a prison.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A convicted felon named Charles was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened from his sleep by a prison guard knocking on the cell door with a baton.
"Please, I will be executed tomorrow, can you let me have a good sleep?" Charles said unhappily.
"I have a game for you to play. As long as you do what I say, maybe I can consider letting you eat a chocolate donut before you die." The prison guard took out his cell phone and said to Charles.
"Game?" Charles frowned slightly. He really wanted to eat donuts, but he always felt that the other party would not be kind.
"Don't worry, it's just a very simple game." The prison guard took out his mobile phone and pointed at Wanjie Fishing on the screen.
Charles was doubtful and took the phone.
Anyway, he would be executed by lethal injection tomorrow, and he wasn't worried about being tricked by the prison guards.
He felt that if he didn't cooperate with him, his end would be even worse, so he chose to accept his fate.
Click on the English version of Wanjie Fishing and follow the registration process.
After seeing the relevant explanation, Charles laughed and thought it was a trick to deceive children.
"So, what do you need me to do?" he asked the prison guard.
"You just click start," the prison guard said with a smile.
Today he has earned $3,000 by playing this game for prisoners.
Thinking that Charles would be executed tomorrow anyway, it would be better to squeeze his value one last time before he died.
Hearing this, Charles lowered his head and looked back at the phone.
Click [Start Fishing] with your finger
[Fishing in progress...]
【Fishing successful! Congratulations on getting Zombie Virus +1! 】
'Zombie virus? '
Charles had seen similar movies and knew what these four words meant.
"Click on the backpack, then choose what you caught, withdraw it, and give it to me, that's it! Hurry!" the prison guard urged with greedy eyes.
"Okay." Charles seriously suspected that the prison guard came here to amuse himself because he had insomnia and had nothing to do.
To avoid a severe beating, Charles chose to do as the prison guards told him.
Find the word backpack in the upper right corner, click it, find the tube of blood-red zombie virus that has been filled into the syringe, and confirm the extraction.
Immediately, I felt something extra in my hand. I turned around and saw that it was exactly the same as the red needle displayed by the mini icon.
"..." Charles was stunned on the spot, his face full of confusion, wondering how this thing appeared in his hand.
"A needle?" The prison guard looked at what Charles had withdrawn, thinking it was just an ordinary potion, and said angrily: "It's useless, give me your phone back, and just wait to die!"
"So, where are my donuts?" Charles asked without returning the phone immediately.
"I just said I would consider it, but I didn't say I would definitely give it to you. Besides, have you created value for me? You still want to eat donuts? Oh, I can shit for you!" the prison guard said unhappily.
These words completely angered Charles.
As a desperado, he simply threw away his cell phone and grabbed the prison guard by the neck.
Regardless of whether the zombie virus is real or fake, I just want to teach this guy who has gone back on his word a lesson right away and see how he behaves.
"Ah! Bastard! What did you inject into my body! Do you want to die!" The prison guard struggled desperately, but Charles' strength was beyond imagination.
With his tall body of 1.89 meters, he was unable to resist.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a zombie virus." Charles said with a smile.
"Wait! You said zombie virus! Did that game tell you that? No! You can't do that!" the prison guard yelled, waking up many sleeping prisoners.
"No, I can." Seeing the prison guard so panicked, Charles became even more proud. He pressed his thumb and injected the blood-red zombie virus liquid into the prison guard's body.
Then let go.
"Uh!" Immediately afterwards, he saw the prison guard kneeling on the ground, his body twisted crazily, and his bones cracked.
This scene seems familiar.
"Wait! Could this thing really be..." Turning to look at the empty syringe in his hand, Charles looked horrified, "Zombie virus?"
Realizing something was wrong, he quickly threw it away.
There was no response from the prison guard.
And the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the iron staircase.
Charles quickly came to his senses, turned off the phone and hid it in the pillow.
I always feel that that so-called game may be able to change my life!
Therefore, he must keep this mobile phone, which is equivalent to a key.
Without a key, how can you get in?
"Hey! Basham, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" asked a fellow prison guard.
But no matter how he shouted, it was of no avail. The man was still lying on the ground, unresponsive, as if he was completely dead.
Another prison guard pulled out the pistol worn on his waist, held it with both hands, pointed it at Charles, and asked, "Say! What did you do to him!"
Facing the gun, Charles skillfully raised his hands.
I was just about to tell the made-up reason.
Basham, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly jumped up, threw the prison guard colleague who was concerned about him to the ground, and bit him hard on the neck.
Phew!
A large piece of flesh was torn off, and blood spurted out half a meter away like a pillar.
"Ah! Basham, are you crazy!" The colleague tried to push Basham away.
Basham hugged her tightly, and the nails of his fingers dug deeply into the flesh of his fellow prison guard.
It felt like being pressed against a knife.
After swallowing the piece of neck meat in big gulps, he took another bite.
This time, deeper!
Deep enough to the bone!
The colleague's trachea and veins were bitten and damaged by Basham, and he was left speechless.
His body was shaking crazily, and blood was pouring out of his mouth and wounds.
He sprayed the prison guard next to him in the face.
"Basham! Stop, what on earth are you..."
Before he finished speaking, Basham raised his head. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. The prison guard was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
"Uh-huh!"
He saw Basham landing on all fours like an animal and flying toward him.
The prison guard subconsciously raised his gun, pointed it at Basham, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
There was a gunshot and the bullet hit Basham in the chest.
Just when the prison guard thought he could breathe a sigh of relief.
"Uh-huh!!"
Basham acted like a normal person and pounced again.
This time, the prison guard had no time to pull the trigger, and the pistol was knocked away.
Basham pinned him to the ground.
"Don't! Don't come here!" Seeing Basham opening his mouth wide and biting towards him, the prison guard quickly raised his hands and pressed hard against his chin.
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!!"
Basham pressed down with all his strength, as if he had to bite off a piece of fresh flesh and blood from the prison guard no matter what.
The prison guard exerted all his strength, not daring to relax at all, and kept shouting, "Someone come quickly! Save me! Save me!"
"Uh-huh..."
"Poof!" The thick blood flowing from Basham's mouth flowed into the prison guard's mouth. The fishy smell was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.
But after that, Basham gave up attacking him.
Turning his attention to Charles behind the cell door.
Just when the prison guard thought it was safe, he felt that his body seemed a little... not right!
