Apocalypse: System of lotteries

Chapter 404 "Someone, Help…... Someone!"

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"..."

After hearing Ming's words, everyone in the tent looked at each other in disbelief. They never expected that Mr. Gutmann would choose to give up.

He gave up, then... who's going to take over now?

He gave up, why isn't anyone stepping up?

The truth was, everyone, understood that this role was akin to a ticking time bomb. Should someone take it, they would have to consider issues like distribution, and any imbalance could quickly result in them being targeted.

"How about... I take over~"

"No chance, you lot are the least trustworthy. If you can keep your promises after gaining possession, I'll be damned!"

"I can't, and neither can you guys!"

"Everyone, be nice~"

"..."

Everyone started arguing, a dispute breaking out before they realized it.

"How about? Let Mr. Gutman retain ownership."

Jinx stood up and continued, "Mr. Gutman has shown such sincerity in talking to us, which is enough to prove that he is a good person."

Stalov nodded, "I also think so, after all, Mr. Gutman has a big reputation, he would definitely keep his promises."

"That sounds fine, let's do that!"

Leondra looked at ming and said, "Mr. Gutmann, we think it would be better for you to have possession. After all, there are only two of you, which is the most neutral."

"..."

ming held back his laughter, "Okay~"

Pfft~

Alice turned her back to the tent, attempting to stifle her laughter. It seemed she now understood what it meant to advance by retreating.

She stole a glance at Ming and quickly turned her face away again.

[Your foodie is dozing off on her chest, suddenly awakened by a pounding heart. It looks at Da Vinci, you were right, this woman's heart does have a problem, it's beating too fast~]

[Da Vinci looks down on foodie, I've never been wrong, see, it's already beaten 149 times, oh~ poor woman~]

"…"

Benzedrine's face is hard to look at. Not only had his plan to incite conflict failed, it had even made you all allies. Damn, it!!

It seems that he can only implement Plan B. He took out a cigarette and politely asked, "Excuse me, can I smoke?"

Ming casually glanced at the cigarette in the other's hand:

[Anybody's Play Cigarette]

[Function: A kind of sedative smoke, anyone who smells it will become weak, lasts for 6 hours, a favorite weapon of perverts]

"~"

Ming wasn't surprised; those who stir trouble often have Plans A, B, and C.  This cigarette looks like a good thing and must be taken. This man intended to weaken everyone in the tent.

His intent was clear: to incapacitate the leaders of these factions, then to control, blackmail, and take control of this place and its possession.

Good plan, really a good plan.

Unfortunately...

Ming suddenly felt that this was a chance given by God. If he didn't make good use of it, it would be a great disrespect to God. Really, there's money to be made everywhere.

Thks, God.

Then, he looked at Alice, "You go out first~"

"Okay."

Alice understood Ming's meaning with just one glance, and turned around to manually open the tent door and walked out, then closed the tent door again.

Ming looked at Benzedrine, "Now you can smoke, she can't stand the smell of smoke."

"Is she pregnant?"

"Really congratulations~"

"Congratulations to the Gutman family, there's a new member."

"..."

Damn, all of you have quite the imagination. But it doesn't matter, I'm innocent anyway.

Seeing Benzedrine lighting up and taking a puff, exhaling the smoke, ming reclined on the couch and stated, "I won't lie to you guys, I'm not one for contention. I believe if everyone discusses things amicably, problems can always be resolved."

"Yes~ Yes~"

"Mr. Gutmann is right."

"I wish I had come to make friends with you earlier."

"…"

"Mr. Gutman, I really want to know, Did you really slay a god?"

Stalov was somewhat doubtful, because a person who can kill a god, how can he voluntarily give up ownership rights?

It couldn't be a lie, could it?

Ming chuckled, "Actually, it was my brother who did the deed. I merely played the role of his aide."

"Uh... you were just an assistant..."

Stalov was stunned for a moment, you're really humble, isn't assisting also participating in the kill?I think you should take a look at

Indeed, you guys are a god-slayer family. Then, he took out a bottle of vodka, "Mr. Gutmann, I raise my glass to you!"

As his words fell, thump thump thump~~~

"Cheers~"

After Stalov finished drinking, he raised the bottle high, his body weakened, and fell to the ground, sitting on the ground shaking his head, "It's not right, I'm not drunk yet."

"Haha~"

Jinx pointed at the fallen person and also fell backward onto the ground.

Thump~

Thump~

Following that, everyone in the tent collectively fell, as for the experienced Ming, he had already fallen on the couch, his body angle was just right, and his position was perfectly balanced.

"What's going on?"

"Mr. Gutman, did you poison us?"

"??"

Ming leaned on the couch, staring blankly at Jinx who was talking, what's with that look? I'm an old actor, isn't my act convincing enough?

"Someone, help…... someone!"

Leondra's cry was barely louder than a fly's buzz, swallowed by the soundproof tent. 

"Heh~"

At this time, Benzedrine got up, put out the cigarette, and put the remaining half back into the cigarette case.

Ming noticed this detail and had to say, this guy was even more thrifty than himself.

"You!"

"How are you still standing?" came the collective protest from the fallen group. 

"..."

"Heh~, Of course, I'm okay, the smoke that made you guys soft was released by me~"

Benzedrine laughed, and summoned a colossal samurai from his puppet space! It stood 3 meters tall, clad in radiant red armor and brandishing twin blades. Its orange eyes glowed ominously.

"!!!"

"A one-star emperor level!?"

"What do you want to do?"

"..."

"What to do?"

Benzedrine laughed, "Stop asking such childish questions. Who doesn't want to monopolize this place inside the tent? This is food, to enslave the world in the future, it must be held in hand. Consider yourselves unlucky, you all have to die today."

Saying this, he looked at Ming, "Especially you, Mr. Gutman, you will become a larger stumbling block in our great cause, so, I must get rid of you today!"

Saying this, His disappointment was palpable: "What I didn't expect was that you, with your strong abilities, would be so careless. Haven't you heard of poison fog?"

"As a gentleman, I refrain from such underhanded tactics."

Ming pretended to struggle hard, suppressing his voice to make it hoarse. 

"Heh~"

Benzedrine laughed, signaling the samurai who scraped his blades together, the grating sound setting everyone's teeth on edge.

"You..."

Jinx attempted to retreat, his body failing him. "You're making a mistake! Everyone outside is with us."

"Heh~ I may disappoint you. If nothing goes wrong, they are like you, lambs for the slaughter" 

Benzedrine turned his head to look at the samurai, raised his hand, and pointed at Ming, "I admit that it's a lowly method, but, it often works. Kill!"

"Heh Jie~"

The samurai picked up his twin blades and charged straight at the man on the sofa.

"There are times when it doesn't work too~"

Ming was still lying on the sofa, raising his hand lightly, a figure appeared in front of him.

"!!"

Everyone who had fallen to the ground looked over, it was a zombie that was less than two meters tall.

"This...haha~"

Benzedrine laughed out loud, and then his laughter stopped abruptly...he saw the zombie howling at the sky, then its skin ripped inch by inch, its body like colliding land plates, a rising peak!

werewolf!

"..."

Everyone saw, its body covered in shiny black hair, spread over its more than five meters tall body, it was a real werewolf!

It slowly raised its lowered head, faced everyone, and suddenly opened its eyes,  its golden eyes shining brilliantly.

"!!!"

Benzedrine and his men were dumbfounded.

Deep gold eyes? Four-star emperor level?!!