Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

"I'm afraid your bus hasn't capped yet?" Warden No. 3 joked to Lao Wang No. 5, "Is it leaking? Do you want me to give you a sewer pipe as a gift?"

No. 5 Lao Wang continued: "Stop talking about these useless things. See, this is the ticket. Take it and burn Jason Tansen's genetic pattern into it."

After speaking, he handed the ticket to the man next to him.

The subordinate respectfully took the "ticket" that looked like a dog tag and started operating the machine on the spot. Jason's genetic pattern was quickly retrieved from the database and burned into the ticket.

In this way, this ticket can only be used by Jason. If he dies or does not accept the invitation from Prison No. 5, there will always be a vacant seat on the bus of Prison No. 5.

It can be said to be very sincere.

Old Wang No. 5 narrowed his eyes and said proudly: "What, do you dare?"

Warden No. 3 snorted coldly, and Warden No. 1 showed a Buddhist smile, not as knowledgeable as Lao Wang No. 5.

But no matter who among them, and the other wardens who did not speak, no one slapped the ticket on the table like Lao Wang No. 5.

Tickets are a very scarce resource, and the more powerful the prison, the more so.

Because the number of cars is limited, the difference between different prisons will not be too big.

But Jason's abilities are really useful.

In the game of grabbing the stool, the life or death of the person without a ticket is determined by whether the base where he is located is selected to take away the stool. For those who are eligible to sit in the car, they must rob a prison and drive away all other teams that come to rob the prison with them in order to survive.

So this bus ride is not for nothing. You have to sacrifice your life and blood for the prison where you are, or at least you need to charge for the warden who chose you. In order to compete for the right to live, fierce aerial battles will begin between teams. After seizing the prison, strong firepower is needed to resist foreign enemies and suppress the "aboriginals" in the prison.

The seed players are basically genetic modifiers, and everyone has two brushes. However, due to the limitations of the human body structure, there are very few genetically modified people who can carry out remote strikes without the help of external equipment.

Just like Alyssa who can emit sound waves. On the field, her fighting effect is very gorgeous. But in an open space, the sound waves she emits will inevitably be lost, and her power in actual combat is far less impressive than on the field.

And Jason can set up heating points in the air within a certain range. In aerial combat, he can provide stronger firepower than those seed players who are good at close combat.

And Jason can create fire out of thin air.

The bus has a weight limit and a limit on the weapons it can carry. The stronger the combat effectiveness of the passengers themselves, the higher the combat effectiveness of the entire team.

"Jason."

shouted Warden No. 5, shaking the ticket and making a jingling sound.

Jason smiled cautiously and modestly, not in a hurry to speak.

If he rejects Warden No. 1, he may offend Warden No. 1. But if he doesn't accept the invitation from Prison No. 5, he will definitely offend Prison No. 5.

"Oh, how do you choose?"

"What a sweet trouble."

The two hosts were chattering there again, but they also expressed Jason's feelings.

"If it's just a ticket, I have it here too."

Warden No. 10 said loudly, the metal ticket in his hand jingling. "Not only that, as long as you are willing to come, I will give you the right to allocate passengers on a bus."

"Oh my gosh, another prison has taken a stand. Contestant Jason is so popular!"

"And they gave away the right to allocate passengers on a bus in one go! It's too costly! The competition is too fierce!"

the two hosts exclaimed.

However, the atmosphere on the scene did not become more tense as they expected. On the contrary, when the other wardens saw that it was him who spoke, they all laughed in unison.

The camera turns to the warden of Prison No. 10. Compared with other wardens, he is obviously younger. At this time, his face looked a little ugly, but he tried to suppress it and said in a deep voice: "I am serious, Jason Tansen, I hope you will consider it."

"Come on Steve, the bus is given to him, what are you taking? Are you driving the donkey to grab a stool?"

"Their prison bus really needs a water pipe."

The wardens, with your words and my words, completely damaged Prison No. 10.

Jason also shook his head slightly and glanced at Warden No. 10, who was obviously much younger than the other wardens, at the sparse and crooked subordinates behind Warden No. 10, and at the pile of patches. He was wearing a patch on the spaceship, and the smile on his lips couldn't help but bring out a little contempt.

Prison No. 10 is the smallest in area, can accommodate the fewest people, and has the fewest resources available on weekdays. Moreover, the main body of Prison No. 10 had been damaged in the stool-grabbing competition the year before, and was always struggling on the verge of falling from the sky. Therefore, they were not willing to go to Prison No. 10 to stand on their own for two consecutive years. For two consecutive years, the leadership team of Prison No. 10 was made up of pure newcomers.

Well, that’s right, Prison No. 10 has been selected to “remove the stool” for two consecutive years.

How dark is this?

It’s true that Jason wanted to find a place with less competition to dominate the mountain, but that didn’t mean he would be interested in garbage mountains and haunted houses.

Warden No. 10 was neither deaf nor blind. In this environment full of ridicule, he was on pins and needles. He tried to open his mouth several times to earn some face for himself, but failed to find a chance.

Naturally, the faces of his confidants behind him will not look good either.

"Are you stupid? Our prison only has one bus, which will be controlled by the warden by default. This kind of promise is a typical empty promise."

A man wearing a turban next to Steve gritted his teeth and whispered.

"I mean it," Steve insisted.

"You are sincere, so you have to be believed... Wait, holy shit, are you sincere?!" The man in the turban looked confused, "You gave him the bus, where should we sit!"

"Of course I'm sitting in that bus too, what's wrong?"

"...Nothing."

The man in the turban expressed that he was defeated by his boss.

"Haha, little brother Steve, listen to my advice. You need ordinary players more than gladiators." Warden No. 5 said, "If you send more ordinary prisoners back, your prison will have more manpower to mine. The mineral gas you get can be exchanged for more food. Otherwise, if you all starve to death before the stool competition, then we may lose a lot of good playmates."

Steve nodded: "Yeah. I think so too. In fact, the carrying capacity of our prison can fully absorb all ordinary players. If you... what are you doing Cade! Woo!"