I killed the film and television world

Chapter 524 I have the final say
In the storyline of The Cabin in the Woods, humans have to offer sacrifices to the ancient gods sleeping underground every year in exchange for a brief peace in the world.

It is also for this task that mysterious sacrificial management departments have been set up all over the world.

The ancient gods have always been very particular about the ritual of sacrifice.

The Administration can only use the monsters imprisoned in the shelter to complete each blood sacrifice in some inconspicuous way.

Moreover, according to the sacrifice order ceremony, on the North American branch side, the order is slut, fool, athlete, scholar, and virgin.

Every identity is a living life.

According to the storyline, almost all sacrifices by the Sacrifice Management Bureaus around the world failed this year.

Finally, only the North American branch was left.

However, the identity symbols of the five people who selected the sacrifices were misunderstood from the very beginning.

Among them, Julie, the "slut" who seems to live a dissolute life and has a boyfriend, is actually still a virgin.

Her wanton behavior was more due to the fact that the staff had used drugs, which made her seem particularly wanton.

Martin the Fool, who looks sloppy and has a drug-taking habit in his life, is actually the smartest scholar among them.

Kurt, who seems to be a member of the school football team with outstanding athletic ability, is actually a fool who only knows how to pick up girls.

However, [Scholar] Holden had already said at the beginning that he was better at sports.

This also means that his true position is that of an athlete.

As for the final virgin Dana, the heroine in the film, she had lost her virginity due to the seduction of a professor long before.

In other words, the entire story has been completely lost from the very beginning of the identity positioning.

Even if no other accidents occurred in the subsequent stories, the disordered order of death of the sacrifices alone violated the rules set by the ancient gods.

In other words, from the very beginning, it was inevitable that the ancient gods would descend upon the world with terror.

……

The North American branch's Sacrifice Administration is located in an underground space deep underground.

The facilities inside are all available, just like an ordinary technology company.

There are special personnel responsible for data statistics, drawing, supervision, etc. of various operations, and personnel are arranged to monitor the target persons at all times.

This also includes introducing the targets selected as sacrifices into the experimental site in an unnoticeable manner, and then creating a relatively natural way of death for the sacrifices.

For this purpose, near the experimental site in a cabin in the woods.

Countless miniature cameras have been secretly buried to monitor all changes in the field.

Song Ren and the black-robed Grim Reaper were being "escorted" by the action team with weak faces.

By helicopter, we finally arrived at the North American Branch’s Sacrifice Administration before dark.

The staff led us into the underground space through a hidden door.

Inside the space is a large office space with bright lights.

The experimenters in trousers and shirts are recording the experimental data in detail.

And based on the real-time feedback from the protagonists, some obscure ways of death have been created for the upcoming sacrifice operation.

The head of the North American Regional Administration is a middle-aged woman.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, his hair was neatly combed, and there was a sense of calmness in his eyes.

While working, the female manager looked through the two-way mirror in the office and noticed the members of the special operations team who were led in by the staff.

I remembered that an old friend once mentioned to me the dangerousness of the objects in containment this time.

She put down the documents, stood up and walked out of the office with interest.

Looking at Song Ren and the black-robed Grim Reaper, who were tied up with secret ropes, the female person in charge said:
"Is this the A-level containment object we just captured?"

You know, among the many objects held in the Sacrifice Management Bureau throughout North America, the most dangerous one is only Class A.

The total number is only a dozen or so.

Now there are two of them coming at once, and both are in human form, although the other one seems to be a skeleton man in a black robe.

But this one here, surprisingly, doesn't look that abnormal, it even looks pretty good.

It’s great to be young and strong.

When the captain heard the person in charge come out to ask questions, he was somewhat respectful, and his tone was still a little weak, and he said:
"Yes, for some reason, these two fought so fiercely that both were injured. We can say that we got the upper hand."

The female person in charge nodded and said, "No wonder you came back so quickly."

Before the staff could arrange for the captain and his team to take the objects to the detention site, the female person in charge stopped them:

"and many more."

"It's rare that we can contain two A-level objects at once. Why don't you come with me and do a level assessment on them?"

"Just recently, we upgraded the test equipment to a higher level. The unexpected explosion like before will never happen again."

Hearing this, the captain and others were at a loss to refute.

He just glanced at Song Ren cautiously, and seeing that he remained calm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The testing instrument is a large-scale energy spectrum sensing facility.

Standing on the spectral sensor, it only takes three to five minutes to give a relatively accurate data.

Compared with the A-level risk assessment determined by human judgment, the female manager obviously believes more in the cold machine terminology.

She said to the captain of the action team, "Let them both stand up and give it a try."

Upon hearing this, the captain turned his head to look at Song Ren and the black-robed Grim Reaper, and subconsciously cleared his throat: "Ahem, sir, please stand on the instrument and wait for a moment."

The female leader was surprised and said, "When did the special operations team, which is known for its brutality, become so polite to the objects in custody?"

Glancing at the tall figure covered by the black robe, she raised her chin and ordered:

"You, stand up."

The black-robed Grim Reaper looked up at the other person. Under the black hood, a pair of skull-shaped 'beautiful eyes' looked at her quietly.

The female leader felt a sudden shock in her heart, subconsciously frowned, and said to the captain:

"The inmates seem to be a bit temperamental this time, Captain, why not teach them a lesson?"

When the captain heard this, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Now he just wanted to get rid of the two hot potatoes, Song Ren and the Black Robe Grim Reaper.

And let them learn a lesson?
I'm afraid I'm crazy!
But it was not easy to say it directly, so he could only turn his head awkwardly and look at the black-robed Grim Reaper.

The black-robed Grim Reaper looked down at the other person with his dark and beautiful eyes.

The arrogance is clearly palpable.

The female manager was very interested and said, "It's quite interesting. It's understandable that the newly captured creatures have a somewhat arrogant temper."

"I've heard about some of the special weapons of the special operations team. Why don't you take them out and let us open our eyes a little."

The captain turned his head away from her, but in his heart he was about to cry and roared: Fuck, you idiot, can you please shut up!
Fortunately, Song Ren gave him a look at the right time.

The black-robed Grim Reaper then suppressed the murderous aura surging from his bones, and finally stepped indifferently onto the energy light wave sensor.

The female manager did not get what she wanted, but she did not care too much. Instead, she stared carefully at the data that was gradually changing on the instrument.

1, 10, 100, 1000... the data kept climbing, and it took a full three and a half minutes before it finally stopped at .

It might be because he had suffered a severe blow, and the black-robed Grim Reaper had deliberately concealed some of his power and did not completely release himself.

Otherwise, even if you are seriously injured, it is very easy to break through this value.

However, even so, the female person in charge also brightened up:
"This level is the best among all the A-level containment objects."

She looked at the action team with approval in her eyes: "You have sent an incredible guy this time. The higher-ups should be rewarding you soon."

The captain wore sunglasses and had a blank expression on his face, thinking to himself: I just hope we can survive this.

The female person in charge turned to look at Song Ren: "Is this containment object humanoid?"

The captain did not answer her, but looked at Song Ren cautiously.

Along the way, he clearly felt that these two monster-level guys had already distinguished the difference between superiors and subordinates.

He was obviously more cautious when dealing with Song Ren.

Song Ren didn't say anything, but just stood on the instrument calmly.

The female manager had no time to pay attention to anything else and was concentrating on the data that was starting to climb on the display.

Many of the experimenters around were leisurely gathered together, drinking a cup of coffee.

Some people have already taken advantage of this and started betting.

This is the only entertainment in their mysterious department.

This time, bets below one thousand can be tripled.

Bets between one thousand and two thousand can be doubled.

If the bet is between two thousand and three thousand, the money can be doubled.

As for those above three thousand, multiply it fivefold.

More than five thousand, increase tenfold.

More than ten thousand, a hundred times.

However, values ​​above 3,000 are basically just fun options set by the researchers.

So far, among all the shelters in the world, no shelter has had its number increase to more than three thousand.

The number of Class A containment objects is roughly between one thousand and three thousand.

Going further up is an unheard-of level.

Therefore, when the data displayed on the big screen gradually climbed to one thousand, some experimenters sighed.

Sure enough, it was too greedy to set the price of an A-level containment item below one thousand.

When the data climbed above two thousand, nearly half of the experimenters showed joy on their faces.

But when the data rose steadily to more than 3,000, the experimenters were visibly stunned.

Only a very small number of gamblers have the mentality of a gambler and look overjoyed.

The female person in charge also looked serious.

However, as the numbers on the screen continued to rise without stopping, the faces of the people in the administration gradually changed.

Three thousand, four thousand, five thousand, six thousand...

Still rising? !

The female leader couldn't help but look at the captain of the action team and others.

Did they really capture this monster?

When the data rose to more than 7,000, the female manager could no longer sit still and said to the staff on the side: "Go and see if there is something wrong with the instrument."

This increase is too outrageous!

At the level of two to three thousand, one can already kill indiscriminately in the containment, but what does it mean that this growth seems to have no end in sight!
The rising data has made the laboratory staff clench their palms nervously, inexplicably feeling that something is wrong.

When the staff member came back, he said carefully: "The instrument seems to be normal, there is no sign of any problem."

The female manager looked at the screen and saw that the value had reached the maximum value of over 10,000. The overloaded data caused puffs of green smoke to come out of the instrument.

Her face changed drastically: "Hurry up and get him down!"

But before anyone else could speak, Song Ren had already walked down on his own initiative.

By the way, he also broke the ropes that were symbolically wrapped around his body one by one.

When everyone's faces changed drastically, he calmly glanced at the value of 10,000 that was frozen at the limit, smiled, looked around the audience, and said:
"This thing should be somewhat convincing."

"So, now in this place, I have the final say."

"Who objects?"

The entire administration's workplace fell silent for a moment.

The female leader looked at the captain and his group in disbelief.

Didn’t you say that you were the ones who captured him?
The captain couldn't hide anything anymore. His tone was awkward, but he didn't feel ashamed. He just said truthfully: "Ma'am, I'm sorry, we were actually the ones who were arrested."

The female manager's heart suddenly shrank. She looked at Song Ren and asked tentatively, "Are you human?"

Song Ren: "...It's something that's obvious at a glance, is this so hard to understand?"

The female manager couldn't help but glance at the over-the-top dashboard:

Is this easy to understand?

Even the most terrifying alien containment points in the entire world only number less than three thousand.

You've directly exploded the testing equipment!

Not far away, a bald manager heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Song Ren acknowledge his human identity, and spoke subconsciously:
"Since you are also a human, and have found this place, you should understand the importance of the Sacrifice Administration."

"This is not a place where you can do whatever you want. The peace of the world is in the hands of people like us."

"Even if not for the whole world, at least for yourself..."

Song Ren interrupted directly: "Are you finished?"

The bald man shook his head subconsciously: "Not yet."

Bang!
The crisp sound of gunfire echoed inside the administration.

Bright beads of blood spurted out from the back of the bald man's head, and blood oozed out of the bullet hole between his eyebrows.

Song Ren put away his gun and said calmly, "Now we're done."

Looking at the staff around him whose expressions all changed, he finally smiled:
"To sacrifice innocent people in exchange for a brief peace is nothing but a joke of profiting from human blood."

"There are few people here who are clean, so don't preach those big principles to me anymore."

"I said, now in this place, I have the final say."

"Who still objects?"

The management staff looked at each other, secretly glanced at the colleague who had fallen in a pool of blood, and for a moment they felt sympathetic and silent.

(End of this chapter)