15.

The red letters are dipped in thick paint, which are obviously sloppy and sloppy handwritten Arabic numerals. The last stroke of the word "5" of 15 is long and winding downwards are shocking.

The practice room is dead silent-

Wu Jin suddenly turned around.

The trainees stood clearly, and under the dim light, they could see the blue veins on their foreheads and pale faces due to tension. 1, 2, 3...

15.

Wu Jin breathed slightly.

There are only 15 people in the practice room.

The disappearing trainee was a midfielder named "Lin Qingshan". Wu Jin didn't have a deep impression of him, so he only remembered that he was one of the large group of trainees who followed Lega. Wu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and his eyes quickly swept across everyone in the venue.

Lega's face was as deep as water, and the "supporters" behind her who thought they could be safe by merging together were ashen. Silver armor looked at the bloody words on the wall in silence, his lips tightly pursed without saying a word.

Wu Jin's three "roommates" stood behind the crowd. The leader of this newly formed minor alliance is a trainee in the lower circle named "Wangshu". Wangshu is also carefully observing everyone's subtle expressions.

Wu Jin and Wangshu's eyes intertwined gently and quickly separated.

Finally, it was Nicholas. The beautiful waste's jaw opened because of frightened. After the expression management collapsed, it looked bad and useless.

Wu Jin's gaze stayed on Nicholas for two seconds, and someone finally spoke in a quiet practice room.

Lega Lengbingbing said: "Where is Lin Qingshan?"

16 people turned into 15 people, and the watch prompted to eliminate one person. The answer was about to emerge. For a moment, countless eyes gathered on Lega.

The first person to speak out to grab the initiative is definitely Laijia.

There are not many command players among trainees, and their survival methods are strictly dependent on allies, strategies, and the support of other trainees. Lega is one of them. Lin Qingshan, who was originally affiliated with the "Lega Power", was eliminated, which is tantamount to slapping his credibility in the face.

No one in the practice room answered.

Lega waited for a very skillful pause and spoke again: "Let's change the question. Just now, when the contestants were eliminated, that is, when the watch vibrates, what are you doing?"

"Start by example, I can be the first to explain."

The solemn atmosphere in the practice room finally loosened a little at this time. There were a lot of trainees following Laiga. After the RAP training just now, most of them wandered around the practice room - although Wu Jin didn't believe it, they all had companions to prove each other.

Next is Wu Jin and Nicholas Wu Jin's concise words: "The direction of the playground."

Class RAP2 is in the southeast corner of the entire factory camp, and the direction of the playground is to go to the cafeteria, and the direction of other classes is to explore the map.

As for Nicholas, neither Silver Armor nor Lega cares about Nicholas' movements. This man seems to be a famous gangster in the Stardust Cup youth training competition, and he can be easily recognized even if he wears a mask.

This detail and Nicholas' explanation support each other - in the Star Dust Cup, the existence of the "wild card team" is only due to the Interstellar Alliance's requirements for "political correctness", and the wild card team players, as necessary in the "match diplomatic relations", are basically ineffective in their strength.

Next were Wu Jin's three roommates.

Finally, there was Silver Armor. The contestant only said two words "Search Pictures". Silver Armor adhered to his usual arrogance and even reported his trip to Lega as if he was almsgiving.

Legaguo frowned immediately.

After reporting in one circle, everyone "don't know where Lin Qingshan went" and "when the incident happened, they were on their own way."

Only Silver Armor is alone.

Lega turned to Silver Armor: "So, who can make a proof of your absence."

The atmosphere in the practice room was chilled.

Lega's tone was gentle, as if it was just pretending to be a routine question. Silver armor was not surprised to be cold. The arrogant trainee looked around and stopped on Lega.

Yinjia spoke coldly: "No. I am not used to being with the weak."

Wu Jin grew his eyes slightly and quickly pressed the premonition that there was a melon to eat. This sentence seemed to suddenly file a spark, and Lega's face was twisted. Silver armor raised his chin and looked away to look at the "15" on the wall. It seemed that Lega was not worthy of his attention at all, and only his real opponent was on the wall.

Lega quickly adjusted his mood: "Do you think you are Red K?"

Silver Armor snorted coldly: "Are you afraid of Red Peach K?"

Lega asked again: "I have another question, who was the last one to leave the practice room? Is it...you?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Wu Jin finally emerged from the crowd, and relieved the siege without any trouble, and asked Laijia humbly: "Was that... possible that it is the vivid hand of other classes who practice in their training?"

However, Wu Jin has a 97-year-old girl with a small transparent pancake face. She has a weak aura and a low extrovert. She is ignored by the two who are almost nervous. Only Wangshu and Nicholas glanced at Wu Jin a few times. Nicholas was kind enough to explain to Wu Jin: "Brother Wang, our class dormitory is so far away, the King of Reds should not come here to do it..."

Wu Jin: "..." The gangsters in this game have all turned out to be like this, and they still respectfully called K King. What is this to offer a diligent and sensible worship to K, who is hiding in the crowd?

In the middle of the crowd, Lega continued to control the field and refused to give up on Silver Armor who had not found a witness. Silver Armor was silent at first, and then suddenly walked towards Lega-

Lega's pupils suddenly contracted and his muscles were slightly tight. He was ready to defend and counterattack.

However, Silver Armor passed by Lega and walked directly to the white wall.

14 pairs of eyes were looking at the silver armor.

Most of the crowd opened their mouths in shock, and no one knew what he was going to do. But they saw silver armor dipped his right hand in red paint and slashing the wall.

The blood-red number "15" was wiped out by silver armor, and no one could see his expression clearly.

Then the male trainee turned around coldly, and the red paint dripping from his right hand made him look terrifying, like a Shura full of blood in his hands.

The wall was red and there were no more numbers.

Yinjia said word by word: "Are you afraid that the broken words written casually on the wall will be like this?"

"Are you afraid of Red Peach K?"

Yinjia sneered: "What a coincidence, I'm not afraid."

The practice room seemed to be hit by a huge ice cube, and it was silent and cold for a moment, and then countless whispers of fear suddenly burst out.

Next to Wu Jin, Nicholas swears and bursts out, frightened.

This guy stuck to Wu Jin: "Brother Wang, it's over! This is the rule set by King Hong Tao. King doesn't like people who don't follow the rules. Silver armor is about to be finished..."

Wu Jin was dizzy after being quarreled: "How did you know it was Red Tao K--"

Nicholas was crying and said, "Who else can he be! How can you tell King not to mess with me?"

The confrontation in the practice room ended up in disagreement. Wu Jin fell at the end of the team, and his eyes were wandering around without missing any details.

From the players leaving the training room one after another to the first vibrating of the watch, 100 people turned into 99 people. It was more than half an hour apart, and any situation could happen.

Wu Jin lowered his gaze and calculated silently.

Half an hour, I walked over half a camp from other classes, leaving only less than 7 minutes for random killing. It is absolutely not enough to find a target and take action. The biggest possibility is that the "killer" who is suspected to be Red K lurks in Rap2 class-

Wu Jin suddenly stopped.

The moonlight penetrated through the oblique corridor, and Yinjia stood at the corner of the corridor in front of him.

The two didn't have much interaction. At most, Wu Jin interrupted him in the practice room, but it was purely because of the blind, barren and unscrupulous control of the field.

Nicholas also stopped quickly and waited for Brother Wang Ping to give instructions.

Yin Jia glanced at Wu Jin and suddenly said, "Hey."

The two of them looked at each other, and Yin Jia looked at them and explored them. Wu Jin finally realized that Yin Jia seemed to be finding an ally for him. But this man seemed to be giving alms when he was looking for an ally.

"I'm not afraid of Red Tao K." At the stall where Wu Jin didn't know whether Silver Arc wanted to form an alliance, the trainee slowly spoke with a strange and eye-catching ambition: "Because, Red Tao K is not what he deserves."

Wu Jin was stunned: "Then he..."

"His reputation is false, his position is given by the team's seniors, his reputation is supported by the economic company, and his combat style is speculated by the media. He does not have to make any effort, and he can occupy the C position that most professional players cannot imagine in their lives." Yin Jia said slowly, with irony.

"I will defeat him."

“This is very important to me.”

Yinjia nodded his head to Wu Jin and turned around and left.

Wu Jin was left in place, and the Stardust Cup match that he watched with the boss suddenly flashed in his mind. The contestants made random jokes when they entered the field.

——This is Red K, the most talented rookie in the Empire!! The future battle royale star!

——So this is an unnamed trainee who often practices for eleven years. I don’t know why he is still a trainee hahahahaha…

Some people have bright stars in the road ahead, while others are struggling to make their debut.

However, before Wu Jin could sigh, Nicholas next to him screamed: "It's over, it's over. Brother Wang, we can't get close to him, we insulted King, and insulted King this person..."

Wu Jin scolded: "Shut up!"

Nicholas is as quiet as a chicken.

Before the lights in the dormitory were turned off, Wu Jin pulled Nicholas to the camera and sucked some blood.

"Shanda" seems to be the killing style that Red Peach K has been rendered the most, but it cannot be included in any of the 15 people in the RAP 2 class.

On the way back to bed, Nicholas kept chatting. Wu Jin even thought that "Nicholas of the Wild Card Team" was a character that made any player sneer, a big fool who could easily let go of his alert.

If Red K wants to disguise it, it is not impossible to cleverly fit himself into "Nicholas"-

Ten minutes later, Nicholas realized: "Brother Wang, you won't doubt me, are you?! I was with you just now, Brother Wang, Brother Wang, we said that you can't let me be an orphan player as a father and son..."

Wu Jin was very upset: "Go back to bed!"

Nicholas can make false, but muscle reactions cannot make false. At the time of the fire escape, Nicholas really proved that he was a weak chicken, and his muscles had obvious signs of protein powder ripening.
To be continued...