I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

The air smelled of burning paper ash, sticky and clinging to the skin, making it hard to breathe.

The crowd did not seem to notice this anomaly.

The Special Investigations Bureau staff, however, were visibly shaken and quickly organized an evacuation, while the onlookers remained engrossed in their spectacle.

"That real estate tycoon, my goodness, what's he doing here?"

"Do you even need to ask? They're obviously here to ask for dungeons, rich people value their lives."

"Tsk tsk, it's good to be rich. Even when you're about to die, you can find a place to prolong your life. We ordinary people can only wait to die."

A murmur of discussion arose, and the elderly man at the center of the conversation, with his eyes drooping, gestured with his finger to the person next to him:

Push...me over there.

Every word he spoke was slurred with phlegm. Without hesitation, the bodyguard pushed the wheelchair forward, seemingly preparing to break through the checkpoint.

The crowd of onlookers automatically made way for them.

Everyone's eyes followed the wheelchair, their faces filled with curiosity—

Everyone wanted to see if this multi-billionaire tycoon could use money to break down the doors of the Special Investigations Bureau.

"alert."

Chen Xi didn't back down an inch either. With a command, the crisp sound of bullets being chambered echoed behind him:

According to the "Emergency Regulations of the People's Republic of China" and the "Emergency Management Regulations for Sudden Public Paranormal Events", Taiping Cemetery is a national first-level paranormal control area, and unregistered personnel are strictly prohibited from approaching it.

Any attempt to force entry into the instance, disregarding the law, will be considered an assault. This is a warning!

The bodyguard paused for a moment, but continued forward.

"Warning twice!"

The middle-aged man hesitated, unwilling to step forward, while Lu Bingkun's eyes were filled with madness, as if he had long anticipated this scene:

"Walk!"

An abstract and distorted flame seemed to rise from his face, making him look like a piece of dry firewood burning fiercely.

It seems there is no other choice.

Either get killed right now, or take a gamble and try to survive.

Song Mo, who was standing to the side, was greatly shocked.

—Does this old guy really think Chen Xi won't shoot?

Do you want to check if the safety on the thing she and the armed police behind her are off?

Do you think it's some kind of magical tool?

Let's change the concept.

What does it mean for an entrepreneur to use their investment to forcibly enter a military restricted area?

If the sentry doesn't riddle you with bullets immediately, that's a mistake on his part, okay?

It seems there really is great terror between life and death, forcing someone who is by no means stupid to choose the most radical method.

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"Don't shoot!"

The middle-aged man had never seen so many black gun barrels before, and quickly interrupted loudly:

"The six security guards we brought were all retired special forces soldiers. Each of them signed a contract with us and volunteered to accompany my father into the instance."

At this point, the man raised his voice, trying to make sure everyone around him could hear him clearly:

"If they successfully leave, everyone will receive a two million bonus. Of course, if someone unfortunately dies, the group will also provide their family with a three million compensation payment."

In addition, we will support their parents, raise their children, establish the "Angel Care" special fund, provide educational assistance, and set up dedicated positions to ensure that the children can enter the group to work when they turn eighteen, with everything in the best possible way...

His voice carried a certainty that even he himself believed:

"Three million, do you know what that means?"

"An ordinary person might not be able to save three million even if they work their whole life."

Even if you just deposit the money in the bank, the daily interest alone would be enough to live comfortably.

I gave each of them a chance to earn two million; it was a mutually agreeable arrangement.

The bodyguards stood behind him, all expressionless and silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

The crowd of onlookers argued even more fiercely.

Two million? My God, that's way too much money for risking one's life!

"I would go too. It's two million. If I survive, I'll be rich and successful. Even if I die, I'll leave some money for my family. It's not a bad deal."

"Are you crazy? Your life is your own, you're selling it for two million?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, with all sorts of opinions.

……

Chen Xi's expression turned cold.

"Warning Three..."

Her finger on the trigger paused slightly.

Chen Xi has excellent aim.

With such close shooting distance, plus the professional bonus, she was confident she could get headshots every time.

But this was the first time she had pointed a gun at her "compatriots".

She had seen people buy their lives with money, but she had never seen anyone so openly and blatantly use human lives as bargaining chips.

It seems that in the other party's eyes, an ordinary person's life is only worth two million, and is a tool that he can buy at will to pave the way.

Just like the "road-paving party" in the game.

But games are games; in reality, people who die in dungeons are truly dead.

She understood how tempting this huge sum of money was to ordinary people, so she could comprehend the bodyguard's choice after being overwhelmed by life's pressures.

But she despised, even loathed, the Lu family for their frivolous use of money to measure human life.

Using money to lure people to risk their lives, how is that any different from taking two million to kill someone at will?

"my country implements a land state ownership system. The Taiping Cemetery replica area falls under the scope of national emergency control and is subject to control measures at the level of a military exercise."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and penetrating:

"Warning three times."

Then, she pulled the trigger—

"Bang!!"

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The moment the gunshot rang out, a thick fog rolled in, and large plumes of white steam suddenly rose from the flat concrete ground.

The surging fog swallowed everything in an instant.

The expressions on everyone's faces, which had been shifting between excitement and fear, turned into genuine terror the next second.

There are many people in the world who are all talk and no action.

Even if they argued vehemently that they wanted to enter the instance, many people backed down when that chilling cold crept up their calves.

The eerie white mist gently clung to my skin, and a chill crept down my spine.

Everyone's minds, which had been clouded by "superpowers," suddenly cleared up.

People can die in dungeons.

Why should they be the ones who won't die?

Then, like dominoes, the first scream rang out, and the crowd descended into chaos, like a flock of sheep without a leader.

"The ghost is here!!"

"Run! They're starting to shoot!"

"People are dying in this dungeon! Get out of here!"

"Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed!"

"Don't push, you're stepping on someone!"

The fog reduced visibility to extremely low levels, causing even electronic devices to malfunction. Many people lost their bearings and ended up plunging into the green belt.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he sat on the roof of a bus, nibbling on an ice pop.

Beside her, Ah Yan floated in the air, with a bowl of strawberry ice cream with a white candle stuck in it at her feet.

"Sir, that official was really impressive."

Ah Yan pouted and said to Song Mo, "It's a bit of a pity that the firearm bullet hit the ground, but that old geezer who was barely hanging on didn't die."

When she was alive, she had seen far too many of these "big shots" who treated human life like dirt.

"When the Shen family entertained guests, if it was cold at night, they would have their maids take Five-Stone Powder to warm them up, and then they would warm the guests' beds."

However, these maids, having taken too much medicine, all died young.

Ah Yan licked a bite of strawberry ice cream with her long tongue, and blood tears dripped down her face.

"And there's something even more 'refined': if guests get into the mood for boating and archery on the lake, they'll have a handsome young servant strip naked and scatter gold beans into the water—"

Whoever can hold their breath the longest can find a golden bean in the lake.

Guests would wager this, drinking and engaging in frivolous behavior.

Some guests even shot arrows into the water in their quest to win, causing the servant to suffocate underwater, before clapping and cheering.

The bed curtains hold the bones of a beautiful woman, and the lake carries the scent of a corpse.

The "big shots" were drinking and having fun there.

Ah Yan originally thought that this place was governed by a just and honest government, and that such things shouldn't happen.

What's the difference between those two million and those golden beans scattered into the lake?

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