Chapter 109

Once these words were spoken, the others remained silent.

Their attitude said it all; they didn't think Su Yang could come up with a good strategy to turn the tide.

They even felt that the other party was just a straw bag, nothing at all.

Being first on the leaderboard was perhaps just good luck.

Facing his aggressive stance, Su Yang said slowly, "You're right. If you hadn't stepped in to save me, both Weiyang and I would be dead."

"Then why the hell are you still being arrogant? Is this the attitude toward your saviors?" Bai Jiliang said loudly.

Hearing him shout like that, Qin Weiyang narrowed her eyes and subconsciously gripped her knuckle duster.

If it were before, Bai Jiliang would have been beaten to death by her the moment he started cursing.

If not for a hand pressing on her thigh, she would definitely have started a massacre without hesitation.

The two of them were a community of destiny; cursing Su Yang was the same as cursing her.

As for the favor, she believed that sending them to hell was the best repayment.

"If I die, you won't live long either." Su Yang said lightly.

"What a joke. Do you really think you're someone important? Does the world revolve around you?" Bai Jiliang had never seen such an arrogant person.

"You can ask your boss, facing this encirclement, who has a way to escape alive?" Su Yang said.

Lu Junsheng frowned.

Bai Jiliang looked at his ugly expression, his tone softened slightly, and he sneered, "None of us can, but you can?"

"By myself, it's far from enough. I need your strength." Su Yang let go of the hand pressing on Qin Weiyang's thigh and said slowly:

"That's why I took the initiative to seek cooperation. I know you are still holding a grudge over the death of your brothers."

"But blind, incompetent rage wastes more than just time."

"Still the same thing, if you have anything to say, come at me after the game ends. Before that... please keep your mouth shut."

"You..." Bai Jiliang was speechless for a moment, as if he had punched a cotton ball.

Nothing felt right.

Su Yang looked at Lu Junsheng, "Brother Sheng, cooperation requires sincerity from both sides. I believe everyone here is an excellent talent, but I am very disappointed by his performance."

This one sentence directly put Lu Junsheng on a pedestal.

"A-Liang, put the gun down!" Lu Junsheng's voice raised a few notches.

Even if Bai Jiliang was unwilling, he could only take a deep breath and throw the gun onto the table at this moment.

"The purpose of this meeting is to deploy the plan and get through the next seven hours. I hope everyone can put aside their prejudices and work together." Lu Junsheng spoke up.

Then he turned his head and said, "Brother Su Yang, please go ahead."

At this moment, Xiao Zi's eyes flickered.

Su Yang turned the focus from 'misunderstanding' to an external enemy in just a few words, showing his stature in his speech.

It was like using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, easily resolving Bai Jiliang's 'offensive'.

On the surface, he put himself in a low position and praised everyone, but in reality, he was 'giving orders' to Lu Junsheng.

"Interesting..." Xiao Zi thought to herself.

At this time, she looked at Qin Weiyang, who was silent on the side, her eyes flashing with solemnity.

She had already learned earlier that this woman was Qin Weiyang.

Her combat power was unknown, but her whole body exuded a fierce nature.

Feeling Xiao Zi's gaze, Qin Weiyang turned her head to meet it, her originally clear eyes instantly filled with chill.

Xiao Zi's eyelids jumped wildly, and she subconsciously looked away, her heart beating uncontrollably.

"So dangerous..."

After this interlude, Su Yang saw that everyone was in a posture of listening intently, and said with satisfaction, "Before discussing the plan, I wonder if you have noticed anything strange?"

As the words fell, everyone was confused, not understanding what the strange things he alluded to were.

"For example?" Xiao Chen asked first.

"For example, guns, the power of bullets, and pain." Su Yang listed three points.

Several people looked at each other, a series of question marks appearing over their heads.

Xiao Chen stared at the pistol on the table, picked it up to examine it carefully, then pulled out the magazine to check, and asked, "There's no problem, it's a real gun."

"The bullets are also fine, exactly the same as what I saw on TV." Tang Jun nodded.

"There's no problem with the pain either, I've been shot twice." Xiao Zi said.

"How many people here have seen a real gun?" Su Yang said unhurriedly.

"I used a pistol once in a death game, and it's about the same as the one we're using now." Lu Junsheng said.

Su Yang took out his own pistol, "The gun itself is fine, the problem is the recoil."

As he spoke, he aimed at the window and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

This action startled Bai Jiliang; the bullet flew right in front of him, giving him goosebumps all over.

"You scared me to death. Can you give a heads-up next time you fire?" Bai Jiliang broke out in a cold sweat.

Su Yang ignored him and continued, "Normally, the recoil of a pistol is greater than that of some automatic rifles."

"It's very difficult for someone without professional training to maintain accuracy while firing continuously, but I can guarantee that everyone here can do it, and with zero pressure."

Hearing this analysis, even Bai Jiliang, who was just about to jump up and refute, fell into deep thought.

Before this, they hadn't felt anything strange, just thinking that firing a gun wasn't as exaggerated as what was said on TV.

Like dislocating your hand after one shot.

"Maybe the game modified the gun's stats, who knows." Xiao Chen speculated.

Su Yang nodded, "The power of the bullets... before the fourth death game, who had been shot by a gun?"

The scene suddenly fell into silence.

"From pistols to rifles, from rifles to machine guns, even sniper rifles with great lethality, if an ordinary person is hit in a vital spot, even with a bulletproof vest for cushioning, there is absolutely no possibility of movement." Su Yang said slowly.

Lu Junsheng frowned upon hearing this, touching the scar on his ribs.

That was the wound he got during a gunfight with someone this morning.

After taking painkillers, not only did he not lose his ability to act, but he fought more bravely as he went.

"Could it be due to the help of painkillers?" Lu Junsheng asked.

"This involves pain. If you don't take painkillers, how much more painful does it feel compared to being pricked by a needle?" Su Yang asked again.

"Of course it's a gunshot wound, does that even need comparing?" Tang Jun said decisively.

"A bullet passes through the skin into the body, twisting blood vessels, flesh, and internal organs into a ball. In terms of pain level, it should be ten times more painful than a needle prick."

Halfway through, Su Yang changed the subject, "But gunshot wounds happen to be within a range that everyone can bear. Don't you find that strange?"

Three consecutive questions made the few people present think calmly.

They had never paid attention to this kind of problem, just feeling that gunshot wounds were no big deal.

"This involves information gaps and cognitive blind spots. With very few people having experience being shot, almost no one will think about this problem." Su Yang explained.

Lu Junsheng sensed something was wrong and said, "You mean... all the data has been modified?"

Recoil, firearm power, pain.

Su Yang didn't answer directly, but gave an example, "Two rocket launchers exploded beside me, yet I was able to walk away unscathed. This is not reasonable."

Qin Weiyang now recalled that scene and indeed felt it was strange in every way.

"And my friend—the second on the leaderboard, Lin Yang, his ability to take a beating is miraculous; he survived after being hit by five or six bullets in a row. This is the biggest suspicious point." Su Yang said.

Once these words were spoken, everyone's eyes narrowed slightly.

Bai Jiliang opened his mouth, "What's so strange about modifying data? It's just part of the game rules."

"Besides these three things, there are also talents and one's own strength." Su Yang looked at Qin Weiyang on the side and asked, "Your talent is 'Light Feather', what's the highest you've ever been able to fly?"

"Three meters."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Qin Weiyang reacted.

When she was carrying Su Yang, her record was ten meters!

At that time, she simply thought it was a burst of potential in a crisis.

"And strength. If I'm not mistaken, you should have learned fighting or Sanda, but the strength of an ordinary person absolutely cannot kick a man who is 1.8 meters tall and weighs around 170 jin seven or eight meters away." Su Yang said.

Qin Weiyang's strength was terrifying; not only did she kick people away, but she kicked them so their backs bulged and their chests collapsed.

Is this the strength a normal person should have?

Bai Wanrou reacted and realized, "I also find it strange. My talent clearly can only 'shift' people within a ten-meter range, but this time it expanded to a five-hundred-meter range."

"What?" This was the first time Lu Junsheng had heard of this, and his heart was greatly shocked.

According to Su Yang's logical deduction, there were indeed many unreasonable places.

If it were modifying the rules, why be obsessed with data?

Yet discard rationality.

Every previous death game hadn't had this situation.

"According to what you said, then..." Lu Junsheng suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Su Yang rested his elbows on the table, crossed his hands, and said slowly, "The whole game is a scam."