Chapter 2: The Choice of Life and Death

The maintenance worker, unable to withstand the pressure, directly picked up a Type 95 and held it in his arms, retreating to a corner of the room. The remaining flight attendants were completely at a loss, unsure of what to do.

"What are you thinking? Hurry up and choose your weapons; we don't have time. Do you want the flight attendants to face the zombies empty-handed?" Zhao Jingye was infuriated by Tang Zheng and then shouted at the flight attendants, "This guy is a lunatic; don't listen to him. I will ensure your survival."

"Please note, you have fifty seconds left to select your equipment." The bald man, seeing that Old Lin had also chosen a Type 95 rifle, patted him on the shoulder and then mischievously read aloud the subtitles displayed on the cube, stimulating everyone's nerves.

"Do not forget that we need to survive for fifteen days. Given your shooting skills, it would be quite good if three magazines could take down ten zombies. At least wearing protective gear makes close combat a bit safer." Tang Zheng was still trying to persuade them.

"Hey, have you really set your sights on leadership? You are quite confident," the bald man scoffed. He did not seek any power for himself; after all, those who know their own affairs understand that in this prison garb, no one would listen to him. As for using force to intimidate, that would have to wait until they encountered that damned zombie.

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With a crack, the floor beneath the cube split open, and two rows of one-meter-high hollow steel frames rose up in a cross shape. On top of them were twenty silver metal boxes, a variety of firearms, and five green capsules contained in test tubes

Eight

Time's up, transmission begins! A line of subtitles appeared on the screen of the silver wooden horse in the shape of a cube

"Please note, you have two minutes left for equipment selection." The cube ignored him, and the words displayed on the screen from hetushu.com caused the flight attendant to fall into a state of panic, anxiously reaching for a weapon

Thirty seconds of silence, everyone stared wide-eyed at the screen, not daring to blink, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. The flight attendants were anxious, and even Zhao Jingye felt a bit regretful, wishing he had chosen his equipment more carefully instead of rushing. However, in the next moment, he burst into a joyful laugh

"Stop it." Tang Zheng kicked the steel frame, and due to excessive force, several firearms fell down, making a clattering sound as they hit the floor

"Stop shouting, the priority is to find a way to get more magazines." The bald man could no longer smile; after testing the magazine and confirming it had an electric current, he began to curse with a face full of frustration

With a thud, the high school student fell to the floor, foaming at the mouth. However, he did not lose consciousness; his convulsing body merely displayed the agony he was enduring

It is against the rules to inform the survivors of the challenge content. The words displayed on the cube screen left everyone feeling disheartened, and the subsequent statement plunged them into despair.

These four cruel words instantly shattered the flight attendants' expectations, with some of them unable to hold back their sobs.

"It really is genuine." Zhao Jingye muttered, his face filled with confusion, while also sensing that the situation was not as simple as a prank. He then saw the bald man skillfully load the magazine, pull the trigger, and take aim, which frightened him into diving beside the steel frame. In a flurry, he picked up an AK74 and finally breathed a slight sigh of relief, as it seemed that only firearms could provide him with a sense of security.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and take it," Zhao Jingye shouted towards the empty space, exclaiming, "Regardless of whether this is a prank or not, surviving is the most important thing"

The countdown was like a death knell, filling the entire room with the sound of hurried breaths. This was certainly not the time for hesitation. Kang Songde gritted his teeth and picked up a metal box. His action was akin to a stone thrown into a pond, triggering a chain reaction as the flight attendants swiftly picked up the boxes one by one

"There is no time left, hurry, everyone choose the AK74, this guy is lying, he doesn't even know how to use a gun." Zhao Jingye observed the bald man skillfully inspecting the firearms and realized that they must have served in the military for a few years or at least worked in a field where they had access to firearms. However, they still spoke lies so easily. He did not want to entrust his life and fortune to someone he was unfamiliar with. Besides, was he afraid he wouldn't learn how to shoot after emptying a magazine? As an elite, Zhao Jingye had that confidence.

Ten flight attendants, as if awakening from a dream, rushed over one by one, breathing heavily, reaching out to grab the firearms. Suddenly, they heard Tang Zheng shout loudly for them to stop. Everyone froze, looking at him in confusion.

What equipment is available, and what are the requirements and restrictions? Tang Zheng took out his phone from his pocket, feigning calm as he glanced at the time, then began to examine the equipment on the steel frame. He knew he had to project an image of stability and reliability to gain an advantage in the competition for the position of team leader.

Nine

Choosing the AK74 assault rifle, it has more ammunition than a handgun with three magazines, and it is simple and durable, even children in Africa can handle it. Zhao Jingye's eyes shifted as he turned his attention to the flight attendant, after all, they wouldn't know how to use it, and in the end, the magazines would still be his to take.

"I would rather choose a handgun than a rifle; anyone can use it. Besides, rifles are too heavy and cumbersome. How can you outrun zombies while carrying one?" Zhao Jingye was also getting anxious. If it weren't for the fear of being electrocuted, he would have really wanted to switch to a Type 95 rifle to avoid arguing with this prisoner. However, having a few handguns for self-defense wouldn't be bad either. Regardless, he decided that no matter what firearm the flight attendant chose, he would use sweet talk to get it.

The bald man was startled and, in a fit of rage, pointed his gun at Tang Zheng, cursing, "Crying out loud, you don't want to live anymore, you've scared your grandfather to death."

The cube was entirely pitch black, resembling the ink swirling in an inkstone, exuding an air of ancient simplicity. It spun rapidly around a corner as the final note of the International Anthem faded away, then came to a halt, floating in mid-air. Six faces illuminated simultaneously, flashing the images of everyone in the room like a revolving lantern. After about ten seconds, the images vanished, followed by a bloody declaration of slaughter.

Tang Zheng ignored him; this was not the time for impulsive actions, as the five-minute deadline was approaching, and he needed to gather more intelligence

The survival challenge game will begin in five minutes. Please select your equipment; each person may only choose one.

What is the survival challenge we are going to participate in? With Tang Zheng's question, everyone was taken aback and shifted their gaze back to the cube

"Stop arguing, I have a way to get a gun. Everyone should choose protective gear; that way, the chances of survival will be greater." Tang Zheng lifted a silver metal box, on which the words 'protective gear' were inscribed.

"You bastard, if you can't get a gun, I'll be the first to take you down." The bald man, seeing that the situation was beyond saving, originally intended to vent his anger by smashing Tang Zheng with the gun but found his arm had disappeared, and so did everyone else.

However, considering that all participants in this challenge are newcomers and - illustrations - books, and that no conquerors who have survived more than three survival challenges are participating, the survival rate is less than one in a thousand. The Silver Trojan has made an exception to provide challenge content for the toys

The flight attendants were left feeling dizzy from their argument. Generally speaking, when individuals lack decisiveness, they are more inclined to heed the advice of acquaintances. Therefore, had it not been for Tang Zheng's interruption, they would have chosen the AK74.

"Are you ready to fight in close combat, or are you planning to let us take the hits while you hide in the back and pick up the spoils?" Zhao Jingye shouted angrily, spitting as he spoke. The persuasion was on the verge of success, but this kid's words about dying scared everyone off.

"Damn it, I can only take three magazines." Zhao Jingye had intended to take a few more magazines, but when he reached for the fourth one on the shelf, he was jolted by a strong electric shock, unable to restrain himself from cursing, "Less than a hundred rounds of ammunition, what good is that?"

No one cares about the zombies; the flight attendants are terrified by the extremely low survival rate. Zhao Jingye shouted in anger, "One in a thousand, why don't you just send us to our deaths directly"

Ah, it truly is the main god. The high school student felt not a trace of fear, but rather excitement as he explored various weapons. In the end, he chose an M4A1, which he often used in FPS games. He initially intended to grab a golden Desert Eagle as well, but the moment his fingers brushed against it, a surge of blue electricity appeared and instantly spread throughout his body

Survive for fifteen days in a zombie-infested Los Angeles

Choose protective clothing, otherwise everyone will perish

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The bald man’s eyes lit up immediately as he rushed over, picked up a domestically produced Type 95 assault rifle, and after removing the magazine, he saw the bright yellow-orange bullets and couldn't help but burst into laughter

Please note that you still have twenty seconds to choose with the picture book

Please note, you have ten seconds to make your choice, the countdown starts now, ten

"Lao Lin, come over and pick up a gun; our survival depends entirely on this thing." Upon seeing the tragic state of the high school students and the subtitles on the cube, the bald man abandoned the thought of grabbing another gun and waved to his fellow inmate to take one.

"With a pistol, you already run slowly; adding a ten-pound rifle, aren't you just waiting to die?" The high school student was completely considering the flight attendants, hoping to win their favor. Unfortunately, as soon as he said this, he received a solid kick from the bald man.

"Bah, you all chose the 95 model. I will teach you how to use a gun. This fool clearly knows nothing about it." The bald man was furious, evidently understanding Zhao Jingye's malicious intent.

Toys, please me with your worthless lives and sweet blood

"How brazen! Do you know who I am? Engaging in such pranks can lead to imprisonment. Release us at once." Kang Songde, true to his leadership, displayed an air of authority even with a stern expression. Unfortunately, the cube offered no response, continuing to display subtitles as if it were oblivious to their plight.

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Five

"Damn it, are you messing with us? You're wasting our time," Kang Songde gritted his teeth in anger. However, looking at the various equipment before him, he was at a loss as to what to choose. He muttered to himself, "How about choosing the capsule? This thing is the least, it should be the most useful. Hmm, according to that cube's twisted sense of humor, it might just be to make us fight over this limited capsule. Damn it, how could I run into such unfortunate circumstances."

Tang Zheng had long noticed this cube with a side length of one meter, but for safety reasons, he did not act rashly. He was originally hesitating whether to ask that high school student to check it, but now it was no longer necessary