Quick Transmigration: I'm a little expert at dismantling CP

Chapter 1260 The 100th Participant

"Okay, the last tasker has arrived, can I enter the game?"

Seeing Sang Xin arrive, an old bearded man impatiently spoke to the monitor on the wall.

Sang Xin glanced around at this moment, and found that it was a room of about 50 square meters, except for ten of them, there were only four monitors on the wall.

Besides, nothing...

This should not be the mission world, but the community, and all the people here should be missionaries. You should know what the bearded man said just now.

[The last batch of people has arrived, please inject the tracker No. 100. 】

After a brief silence, the mechanical sound system announced, and then everyone looked at Sang Xin.

Sang Xin didn't know why, at this moment the originally empty wall suddenly opened slowly like a door.

There was a cold air coming from inside, and after the cold air dissipated a bit, the bearded uncle took out a silver gun with a strange shape from inside and threw it to Sang Xin.

The gun looked like one of those sci-fi guns that shoot lasers.

Sang Xin took the gun subconsciously, then raised her head to look at the people around her and said, "How do you use this?"

Her intuition told her that this thing would not be used for self-defense, because obviously everyone present had been exposed to such things.

If it is a weapon and everyone is given the same weapon, then this game is not fun.

"It's a tracking shot that helps the system get the location of each of us. You get it in your skin."

When everyone was silent, a frail and thin girl wearing glasses explained.

After she finished speaking, she pushed her glasses uncomfortably, and Sang Xin knew that this was what some people used to do when they were nervous.

Seeing that the people around her showed expressions that she was right, Sang Xin knew that she had no other choice, so under the guidance of the frail girl, she implanted the tracking injection in the gun into her skin.

After the injection, she put the silver gun back in place, and the wall returned to its original shape.

Sang Xin moved her arm, but she didn't feel anything unusual.

[Okay, now the last batch of questers have arrived, please enter the designated transmitter, the game is about to begin. 】

After the mechanical sound system finished speaking, upright cuboids in the shape of refrigerators suddenly appeared around the people standing around.

The doors of these cuboids opened automatically, and bursts of cold air also emerged from inside.

[Please enter the transmitter according to your own number and take the position, the game is about to start. 】

serial number?Sang Xin took a look, and found that she had already changed into a military green field jacket with the number 100 clearly marked on it.

And behind her right, there is a cuboid also marked with the number 100.

Sang Xin didn't have much doubt about this, it was easy to understand, there were 100 people participating in this game, and she happened to be the [-]th one.

He remembered that before the mission of the concubine's daughter started, he had once wandered over the community in a phantom kart.

At that time, the team building seemed to have put out an advertisement, saying that the "Battle Royale" was short of 9 people. Now it seems that there are not enough people, so they were forced to join.

This also happens to explain the system broadcast message heard when being pulled to the system space.

What makes Sang Xin puzzled is, what the hell is the kill record?

Is it the number of people killed in the mission?How many does she have?

(End of this chapter)