Thriller Paradise Chapter 340: South Park (14)

"I said...Should you consider getting a car or something." When Feng Bujue was speaking, he was following R2, running wildly on a messy street.

It has been a while since the two left the shopping mall. After returning to the main road of the town, R2 took Feng Bujue and started running to the north of the town.

"I know you want to save some energy, but..." R2 replied: "There are so many dead bodies of people and monsters on the street, as well as building debris, overturned cars, debris, etc., driving The efficiency is low. Moreover, if you are sitting in a vehicle, you are likely to be killed by such an attack."

"Huh? What is such an attack..." Feng Bujue wanted to ask what this sentence meant. Suddenly, a white light beam that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl whizzed from his left front.

Feng Bujue moved homeopathically while running, with his right leg in front, his left leg stepping up, his upper body and his waist, and turning backwards, turning over with a sharp harrier, which could have passed this sudden long-range sneak attack.

The beam of light that crossed it hit a building tens of meters away, exploded out of thin air, and burst into a flame ball with a radius of about three meters.

"Look, if you are sitting in the car at this moment, not only will you not be able to avoid the blow, but you will also have to suffer the subsequent damage from the explosion of the car." R2 continued calmly. The reason why he didn't offer a helping hand at this moment was because according to his analysis, Brother Jue was fully capable of avoiding this beam of light on his own.

"Well, I understand what you mean..." Feng Bujue replied.

In fact, I feel that it is not easy for Brother to hide. The quick response is the second thing. The key is to have the assistance of the soul, otherwise it will not be able to make such extreme evasive actions.

"Are there so many popping up unknowingly..." R2 said, his gaze swept around, and from his perspective, he could observe another scene-countless flowing data In the code, there are many color-specific fragments moving, and these are other derivatives.

Feng Bujue couldn't see these. At present, he is still in the stage of "seeing the mountains as mountains and watching the water as water" in the game. Therefore, as long as the enemy's figure does not appear in the field of vision, he cannot judge their position.

"Why didn't I see..." Feng Bujue replied.

"You keep up, we have to speed up, otherwise we will be surrounded." Before the voice fell, R2 accelerated like an arrow from the string.

Feng Bujue saw this. Had to take a step forward and struggle to catch up.

The current speed is already the limit that Feng Bujue can reach without the Spiritual Consciousness Concentration Technique turned on. R2 is very relaxed, and he can talk while running: "At this speed, I won't be attacked by a long-range attack like just now."

Feng Bujue didn't respond, because he didn't have the power to speak at all.

"Now, let me explain what the ‘back door’ is." R2 knew Feng Bujue’s situation. So he didn’t wait for the other party to speak up, so he just continued: “According to the normal process, before the mirror shield is broken, the third-level derivatives should have completed their'task'. When the shield fails, they will leave. Sandbox, this is like the "transport" after your players clear the script.

After that, the level four derivatives who stayed in the sandbox. You can start to freely destroy the data in the script. This process usually lasts eight to nine hours, and then the Level 4 derivatives must also leave. However, leaving and entering are different, the sandbox does not have a channel for them to send out... Therefore, there must be a ‘backdoor program’. "

R2 paused, and then said: "The designer of the sandbox is Rutte (T), one of the three leaders of the source organization. The original'back door' he designed, each sandbox has only one, yes It was made in order to prevent high-level derivatives from being trapped in the sandbox for various reasons. But later, with the continuous improvement of sandbox technology, in order to make the sandbox available to more derivatives... he created a ' The worm-like backdoor can replicate itself at high speed and randomly appear in any corner of the script world."

"Haha...haha...so. At this moment, I have countless ways to escape." Feng Bujue breathed heavily and reluctantly continued.

"No, it's not that simple." R2 immediately poured cold water on: "Those doors are made for derivatives, and you are the player. Your data composition cannot pass through those'back doors'. "He turned around, "However, there is a door that should allow you to pass through."

"Is that the original fan..." Feng Bujue said.

"Yes, that is the original data of the backdoor program." R2 said: "Usually it will be generated in the most dense place of the original script data."

"That is the center of the plot..." When Feng Bujue said this, the speed of the two had already slowed down.

Because they have reached their destination-South Park Elementary School.

"Evil capitalism, a public elementary school has survived this catastrophe." Feng Bujue looked up at the school building and said, "When I passed the town government building just now, it was already in ruins. ."

"It's not this kind of thing you should care about now..." R2's tone turned a little nervous and his expression was quite solemn.

As soon as Feng Bujue and R2 arrived, a lot of black figures sprang up from somewhere on the school playground. There are hundreds of people ambushing derivatives here.

They have been waiting for a long time...

Feng Bujue chuckled: "That's why...I hate school."

"The joke ends here." A tall female derivative took a few steps forward and said: "R2-Lingfeng, you entered our sandbox and killed so many compatriots, hope Can give us a reasonable explanation."

"Attention, this is L2-Oran, who is also a second-level derivative." R2 whispered to Feng Bujue next to her.

"You didn't mean that the sandbox is for level three or four..."

Before he finished speaking, R2 interrupted: "I am afraid that he discovered what I did and entered the sandbox specifically to deal with me."

"Oh..." On the surface, Feng Bujue was fairly calm, but he knew clearly that the situation before him was almost terrible. He said in his heart: "In terms of level, both of them are second-level derivatives. Even if R2 is stronger, it is impossible to instantly kill each other in a short time... Then there are more than one hundred fourth-levels left. Derivatives, can't I do it alone..."

Just as the battle was about to start, the sudden change occurred.

But see, a boomerang flying from mid-air...

This boomerang is of ordinary wood texture, and the speed of flight is not very amazing, but L2 was surprised when he saw this thing.

"How is it possible..." L2 didn't dare to hold it up~IndoMTL.com~ hurriedly turned over in surprise and jumped up.

As for the level 4 derivatives, they didn't seem to see the horror of this attack, they just stood indifferently in place. In the next second, they were chopped down by this seemingly ordinary "weapon" like mowing grass...

The flesh and blood flew across, the bones and skins were broken, and the boomerang swooped down more than twenty spin-offs.

With the whirring wind, the boomerang flew backwards and returned to the owner's hand.

Everyone present turned their heads to look away.

I saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the road outside the school gate. He is a Caucasian, wearing sunglasses, a classical white robe, a crown of thorns, long brown hair, and a neatly trimmed beard around his mouth.

"I'm here to save you, my child." **** took off his sunglasses while catching the boomerang with one hand, "May God bless you." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome You come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)