Chapter 130 Hero Gathering I

Hero's event organizers hired more than 30 event buses and stopped at the station not far from the airport. If it hadn't been for the romance and care of the night, Zhang Mu and others didn't know how long they would have to wait at the gate of the airport.

The activity bus is going to the hotel. Today's trip is quite simple. The teams of nine countries held a friendly meeting, and then refreshed. The official game will not start until the next day.

A crowd sitting in the car buzzed and chatted.

"What's this? It's said to endure a moment of calmness and take a step back. That's good. I just got off the plane for half an hour, but I didn't do anything else, but I had a fight with someone." Zhang Mu is quite depressed. Sometimes, things will not go down according to his own ideas at all. Take today's events as an example. If he had stopped the fat man earlier, he would have avoided this punch. Think about it, he can't help it. The fat man is beaten. He can't stand aside and ignore it, can he?

Ding Wei laughed and kept patting Zhang Mu on the shoulder. The master was much younger than he thought.

"If you fight, just fight. What's the big deal? The bandit originally owes a beating, but now he has a dog-eyed girlfriend. Even if the fat brother doesn't mess with her, she will come out of the whole thing. To tell you, that fantasy is a fucking disaster."

"Fantasy falling in love?" Zhang Mu is a little familiar with this name, but he can't remember where he saw it.

Master Bao smiled and said, "Fantasy. In fact, we have known each other for a long time. She is an extremely arrogant girl, and she is very domineering. I guess she is spoiled and has not suffered any losses since she was a child."

Zhang Mu glanced at the fat man. The boy was proudly bragging to the black hand about his bravery just now, and he didn't see how he had been beaten.

"It's all my fault. Why are you walking backwards, husband? Does it still hurt?" Deng Jie gently rubbed Zhang Mu's arm. The fight just now caused at least 20 bruises on Zhang Mu's body. Within a few days, I'm afraid it won't disappear.

"It's okay. What's this little injury!" Zhang Mu hugled Deng Jie with a smile, put the unpleasantness just now behind him, and looked at Ding Wei with a smile: "Thank you."

"Damn, why are you polite to me? By the way, let me introduce to you. This is the shooter, my vice president, this is the wet nurse, you know... and..."

Under the introduction of Ding Wei, Zhang Mu and the four of them quickly integrated into the big family. When they were introduced to Hydra, Zhang Mu's eyes rested on the slightly fat young man for a few seconds.

It turns out that he is the undercover agent of the killer.

"Hello, twelve brothers."

"Oh." Zhang Mu smiled gently.

****Another event bus.

"Fuck! It fucking hurts." The bandit covered his left face and felt very aggrieved. If it hadn't been for the fantasy of stirring up the ghost fire, how could he be injured? It's not good to hit someone. However, he hit the 'Twelve Wings'. The Twelve Wings are the talent he has always wanted to win over. Now it seems that there is no chance.

The little brothers around didn't talk much, and they were in a bad mood after eating.

Fantasy sat at the window and spit out a trace of smoke. He didn't care about these men who fought for himself at all. He said to himself, "It turns out that the young man is Twelve Wings and looks good. Who are the two women behind him? Girlfriend? The appearance is very ordinary. With my figure and appearance, I should be able to..."

**** An hour later, everyone came to the 'Hero Activity Theme Internet Cafe'.

This is a five-story building. The first and second floors are tourist viewing areas, which can accommodate thousands of players to watch the battle. During this period, drinks and food are also provided, and about 100 floor liquid screens are equipped. The third floor is the game area, which looks like about seven or eight hundred machines. Now, there are many heroes with different skin colors and languages playing with the mouse in the game area. As for the fourth and fifth floors, they are equipped with 100 of the highest-end machines today, which are special machines for competition. It is forbidden to use it before the game starts.

The staff said, "Today is a break time. The draw will wait until 4 p.m. tomorrow. The first round of the official game is 7 o'clock, and the time of the game is about two hours." While talking, the staff, the handsome young man, pointed to the hotel on the right and said, "That's where you live. Food and accommodation are completely free. It should be noted that other expenses are not reimbursed by the company, such as ride-hiking, scenic spots, such as accidental damage to the furnishings in the hotel, and electrical appliances will be borne by the players themselves. Please follow me. If you think it's boring to go back to the hotel too early, you can play games on the third floor, which is also free, and food and drinks are available.

When they came to the third floor, a group of foreigners squeaked. The only thing Zhang Mu and other people could understand was 'Fak', 'Shet' and 'Maga'. I can't help it. It's not because angry youths don't learn English, but because they have a headache when they see the letters when they go to school.

The handsome young man explained: "The six teams that have arrived now are the United States, two South Korea, the United Kingdom, Japan and China, and the rest of France, Russia and Thailand have not yet arrived."

"There is only one rule for this activity, and it is absolutely not allowed to carry out abusive and forceful acts. The superior said that the personal safety of all participants must be guaranteed. If such a thing happens during the game, the player will be immediately disqualified from the event and expelled from the venue.

As he was talking, five security guards dragged a struggling Chinese man out. The Chinese man howled, "Fuck you, are you Chinese or not? I just scolded the little one. Why did you pull me? I still have to play games!" The accent is mixed with a strong northeastern flavor.

"Please rest assured that your game ID and information will be properly kept. Your language is too excited, so... please go outside and calm down." The cold-looking security captain led the way in front of him.

Zhang Mu has guessed who this person is and said with a smile, "Is he a rogue leader?"

"Who are you?" The rogue head's body was off the ground, and his arms and legs were held, which was quite funny.

"I am the twelve wings." Zhang Mu smiled and said to the security captain, "Can you let him go first?"

The security captain nodded and gestured to several security guards behind him. When the rogue leader stood upright, he said slowly and methodically, "China is a country of etiquette. Please respect your game opponents."

"What a fucking bullshit! How can a Chinese speak for Xiao Yuben? Twelve, follow me to cut those little Japanese books!" The hooligan leader is quite burly, and his height is no different from Zhang Mu, but his figure is three times larger than his, and he has tattoos on both arms.

Zhang Mu stopped him. In fact, he still had a good impression on this straightforward hooligan leader. He smiled and said, "Rogue, don't be so excited. Be careful that you are disqualified from the competition. Are you the only one in the Chinese team?"

The hooligan raised his eyebrows and said, "No, the one named Chenlong, Weiyang, and the old temple gun and so on are all coming. They are sitting there. They are too pretentious. I don't like to talk to them. They play a game and cover it up, as if I haven't seen their troops when I was active." After saying that, the rogue leader suddenly laughed and stretched out his right hand: "Twelve, you are so fucking good at commanding. This time my buddy supports you! Be sure to take us to win the bonus! You know, buddy, it's all up to you!"

Zhang Mu shook him heavily and looked in the direction pointed by the hooligan. There were indeed 20 or 30 people there. However, they sat very scattered and were obviously wary of the people around them.

In contrast, the members of the team of other countries are much more united. Except for China, there is a man who looks like a commander in almost every team.

At this time, the bandits also went upstairs, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"Uh..." The bandits looked at the wound on Zhang Mu's arm and the dark circles under the fat man's eyes. They wanted to apologize but couldn't pull down the face. They shook their heads and simply said nothing, taking the crowd inside.

"What did you do, bandit?" The old gun of the temple raised his head and looked at him strangely. He hadn't seen him for a year. Why was the boy's face swollen?

"Don't mention it, I just had a fight with the Twelve Wings." The bandit sat down angrily and gently pointed to the more than 20 people led by Zhang Mu at the door.

"Is he the Twelve Wings? It's very young. It seems that he is only 25 years old. It's very promising, haha. Thick smoke spewed out of the old gun's mouth and looked over with a very disdainful look.

The chat between the old gun of the temple and the bandits came to Chen Long's ears. Chen Long grabbed his hair in distress and smiled at Weiyang: "Do I want to say hello to him? What's wrong with this temple? It's really annoying.

Wei Yang smiled and said, "There's no need for you to say hello to him. Look, he took the initiative to come here." Yin Hu and Si Snake raised their heads and looked at the twelve-winged angels coming towards them.

"Hello, I'm Twelve Wings." Zhang Mu politely stretched out his hand to the old gun of the temple. The old gun of the temple drooped his eyelids lazily and spoke in a very arrogant tone: "Oh, I know you are twelve wings, so what's wrong? Isn't it great?"

Zhang Mu frowned slightly. As soon as he was about to say something, he heard the hooligans around him scold: "Fuck, don't be shameless. If you don't have the 12th commander-in-chief that day, can you enter the finals? Are you fucking old enough to live on a dog?

"What are you talking about!" The old gun of the temple stood up with an angry face.

The security guard beside them began to walk this way, and they were also puzzled. It was really a ghost. They were both Chinese, and they were on their own territory. As for making the relationship so stiff? What a shame.

Zhang Mu stopped the rogue leader and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, I put my cold buttocks with a hot face. There are so many foreign players here. Don't show them jokes."

"What the hell, I'm beep!" The hooligan leader spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and accurately fell into the ashtray of the old gun of the temple. Suddenly, he turned pale with anger.

"Hey." After leaving, Zhang Mu and Chen Long greeted each other with a smile.

Chen Long stood up and smiled, "Twelve Wings, you are younger than I thought, master!"

"It's just luck." Zhang Mu chatted with them modestly for a while, and they sat on the back seat and turned on the computer.

"Eh? Amu, why are you here? The killer falls in love with you.

"Haha, kill big brother." Zhang Mu smiled, and the fantasy bandits not far away were stunned for a moment and asked the killer, "Killing, do you know each other?"

"Of course, he is my little brother." The killer who was covered in the valley replied that he was an old acquaintance with the flames and bandits.

(to be continued)