Global Games: Old Chess Players

January 1, noon, Seoul.

After solving the boss of Seoul's dungeon at the speed of wind and thunder, An Senlu said something to Lorenzo, and left Seoul with the people from Hell Beacon.

Before coming to Seoul, Ansenlu and Lorenzo reached a consensus - Ansenlu came to solve the Boss, and by the way, he brought his big family of geeks to the world to stabilize the hearts of the people.

As for this time, everyone in the Hell Lighthouse has retired, and the remaining colonial monsters in Seoul must naturally be handed over to the law enforcement team to solve them.

That being said, there is a bit of a sense of disgrace.

Avril turned off the live broadcast and put away her phone.

She was still in shock, staring blankly at the mangled Burst Drummer.

Two minutes ago, its head was cut off abruptly by Captain Longfan.

Blood, like the Yangtze River, poured out from the broken neck of the porcupine, and then violently rushed to the ground, staining the surrounding streets scarlet.

Looking to the right, there is a collapsed tall building.

This is a scene caused by the Explosive Drummer with only one skill, one skill to collapse a skyscraper. If the people from the Hell Beacon did not come to support, then this boss battle may not be so easy.

"So strong." Avril whispered.

Gu Qiu pulled up the collar of his sweater and said flatly, "I thought you would have an estimate of their strength."

Vino, whose occupational sequence is 'Ember Circus', walked over and said with emotion: "After all, I won the law enforcement team in the dungeon. It really surprised me."

"I still don't believe that they really beat you in the dungeon?" Avril looked at Gu Qiu.

Gu Qiu was silent for two seconds, and did not answer the question directly: "I want to know, who actually reported that the law enforcement team lost to them in the confrontation dungeon?"

At this time, both Vino and Avril moved their eyes to look at Cosimo in the distance.

Gu Qiu opened his mouth and sighed silently.

Cosimo's mouth is indeed very unreliable.

Generally speaking, if the law enforcement team received any confidential missions or confidential information, Cosimo would definitely be the last one in the law enforcement team to know about it, without exception.

Usually everyone has a high tolerance for him, mainly because he is just a kid. If Cosimo didn't have this highly developed sequence, he might have been kicked out of the law enforcement team long ago.

"Hehe, big sister Liuli, can you stop bragging about them?" Cosimo nuzzled.

"Hey, isn't my young lady not bright enough?" Shendai Liuli asked.

"Her role is to be a Bi Diao, Bi Diao, do you understand, the Pokémon used to use the 'flying technique' in Pokémon! Besides flying people, what else can she do?"

"Interesting statement, my eldest miss has a grudge, be careful I tell her."

"It's not just her, the one with the sword can only watch from the sidelines, the most perverted one is the Snow Country Traveler, have you seen that meteorite has a radius of at least five or six meters?"

"Well, the little girl who uses ice is quite powerful... You say that she is number one in the world, do you prefer this kind of high-cold type, or the type of my eldest lady?"

"I don't think I like it. Now I seriously suspect that Anson Deer is gay. Every time I see him, I either stay with that crow monster or that mafia."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"Anyway, except for Ansen Lu, the others are not that strong." Cosimo put his hands behind his head, "But they are indeed a lot stronger than the naked eye, and they are all things that have not been seen before."

"Especially that Urushihara Ritsu." Jindai Ruri blinked, "I thought he was a scheming gambler, but I didn't expect to have such a hole card."

"The crow player is very shrewd. After four rounds of dungeons, the Evolution Foundation has not yet analyzed his skills. Obviously, other sequence players only need to watch the video, and their underpants will be revealed." Cosimo wrote pouted.

"Have you talked enough?"

Lorenzo used the circle of faith to slowly fall from the sky, with his feet on the ground.

"Uh, enough talking." Cosimo clicked his tongue.

"You will be so obedient in front of the captain." Shendai Liuli covered her mouth and smiled.

Lorenzo turned his head, his blue eyes looked at the members of the law enforcement team gathered in Seoul Tower Square.

Everyone in the law enforcement team was watching him. From the appearance of An Senlu to the end, these proud sons who thought they were at the top of the world and unmatched had strong self-doubts in their hearts.

"Anson deer is my friend." Lorenzo looked around and said calmly: "In the future, the law enforcement team will work together with Hell Beacon to defend the world. I don't want to hear some voices in the team complaining about them." Hostile."

"Okay, Captain."

After a moment of silence, more than 40 members of the law enforcement team responded neatly.

"Then, from now on, we will divide into four teams, led by me, Gu Qiu, Vino, and Kadusha, to carry out annihilation operations in four directions in Seoul, and strive to eliminate all colonial monsters within today."

On the same day, near dusk, in the teacher's dormitory building of Shangshi High School.

The setting sun is about to take away the last afterglow, and the coming night is like a black curtain draped over Shangshi City's shoulders.

In the dormitory, the dim lights shrouded the cheeks of the boys and girls.

"It seems a little too easy." An Senlu held his chin and yawned, "We just throw away skills casually, and the law enforcement team also added a skill or two. The boss fell in less than 30 seconds?"

Compared with the Boss in Tokyo with an unimaginably comprehensive skill mechanism-the statue of Wanqi, the explosive drummer entrenched in Seoul is much weaker, and he is almost powerless against the law enforcement team and the hell lighthouse.

If standing in Seoul is not an enhanced version of the explosive drummer, but an enhanced version of the Wanqi statue, maybe An Senlu directly committed PTSD and released Lorenzo's pigeons in front of the whole world.

"President, if so many elite players can't kill a dungeon boss in an instant, then the world will really be over." Chu Qimo said calmly.

"That's true." An Senlu said, "In short, the holiday is really coming, and the fifth round of dungeons will start on February 2st. Everyone can do whatever they want."

"Then I'm going for a run, and I'll have dinner when I come back." Chu Qimo picked up his sword bag and walked out of the dormitory.

"Go, see you in the cafeteria later." An Senlu watched Chu Qimo walk out of the dormitory, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, where is Asuka?"

He hadn't seen Asuka since he came back in the afternoon.

"The Uesugi family asked her to go back." Ritsu Urushihara answered casually while playing with his phone.

"Oh." Anson Lu paused for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly: "Crow, go and see her, lest anything happen."

Ritsu Urushihara put away his phone and said nonchalantly, "Okay, Mr. Shika, I happen to be going back to Tokyo with my travel pass later."

"I'll go to the bookstore." Yuri closed the "Snow Country" in his hand.

In An Senlu's impression, she was reading this book yesterday. With her memory, she could read it first, keep the words in her mind, and take it out to taste when she needs it.

However, Yuri said that this would destroy the fun of reading. If it was not necessary, she would never memorize the text of a book first, and then understand the meaning of the text.

"I'll accompany you." An Senlu stood up and shrugged his stiff shoulders.

".Fine."

"Why do you have such a disgusting tone?"

"When choosing a book, I don't like other people around me."

"Hey, look down on me, don't you? I've read the book in your hand, Yasunari Kawabata's, seems to have won the Nobel Prize for Literature?" An Senlu asked.

"Ah."

Anson Lu Nunu pouted, "But the writing is too obscure. After writing the whole story, it feels like a story about a client and a prostitute?"

"I don't understand it very well, so I decided to give up Japanese literature for the time being."

"Mr. Lu, Ms. Yuri, Japanese literature emphasizes the beauty of sorrow. When you read Japanese literature, you should appreciate the artistic conception in the text rather than the plot itself." Ritsu Urushihara said slowly:

"Kawabata Yasunari's writing has a classical atmosphere, and his writing style can be said to bring the beauty of indifferent things to the extreme. When reading the book "Snow Country", people feel as if they are in the cold and hazy north. The sense of immersion in the country is why we were able to win many awards."

"Taught," Yuri said, "You said that you received a lot of classical literature education when you were young, so it's true."

"Yes, after I was adopted by that nobleman in the slums, he almost devoted himself to cultivating my aesthetic ability, hoping that I could become a successor on par with him." Ritsu Urushihara said lightly.

"Oh, so powerful?" An Senlu disagreed.

"When I was 12 to 14 years old, I read all the world classics that I could find." Urushihara smiled slightly, "Lu Jun, as long as you ask me, I can basically tell the plot of the book. Not far from ten."

"It's almost done. You can see that your three views are not correct from the time you play "Snow Country". Can you tell the story of the client so beautifully?" An Senlu complained contemptuously:

"Comrade Crow, the word 'gambling' is not enough, you need another word 'yellow', right? Damn, plus Juliu, the American mafia, he must have been exposed to drugs. Our hell lighthouse is yellow." Gambling and drugs are complete!"

"Lu Jun, I can't help you say that." Qi Yuanli smiled helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.
He is used to this, but he is too lazy to argue.

An Senlu's personality is like this, if it is not necessary, he will never show his serious side in front of others, usually he will only put on a bad and vulgar personality to perfuse you.

"Let's go." Yuri walked out of the dormitory and turned to glance at An Senlu.

"Here we come." An Senlu put on his shoes and walked out of the dormitory.

The two left the dormitory building, Urushihara took a sip of hot coffee, and planned to use the travel pass to go to Tokyo, not only to keep an eye on Uesugi Asuka and prevent her from having any trouble.

Coincidentally, tonight in Tokyo, Crow has a gamble and needs to make an appointment.

This gamble is extremely extreme, and it can be said that the other party came here with a desperate attitude.

However, Ritsu Urushihara was naturally not afraid, and he went to the appointment as a matter of course - on the one hand, it was to keep the title of "Tokyo's No. [-] Gambler"; on the other hand, it was also to get rid of some heretics and strengthen himself in the underground status and connections.

"Then, it's time to go."

Ritsu Urushihara picked up the coffee cup and leaned against the door of the dormitory, watching Yurui and Ansenka leave. He yawned and used the travel pass to head to Tokyo, where the neon lights flashed.

Soon after, Shangshi Bookstore.

"Life advice, don't listen carefully to the crow." An Senlu put his hands in his pockets and said flatly.

Yuri rested his hand on his chin, observing the books on the bookshelf, "Why?"

"Anyway, it's a suggestion." Anson Lu said.

Yuri stretched out his slender, white fingers and picked up a book on the shelf, "But I think most of what he said makes sense."

"What about the rest?"

"I don't think he knows you very well."

"Hehe, did the part about me go wrong? However, he likes to smear me behind my back. I hope you won't be misled by some of his inexplicable remarks."

"I will only get to know you. What others say doesn't matter what I see."

"Please, why did you suddenly become artistic?"

"literal meaning."

An Senlu sighed, "Thank you for playing chess with me in the principal's office this afternoon. I'm quite bored by myself."

"You are not allowed to say thank you between friends." Yuri repeated what An Senlu said in an emotionless voice.

"That's true."

"Which one?"

Yuri held the two famous books in front of his chest, turned around, and showed them to An Senlu—the one on the left was "To Live" by Yu Hua, and the one on the right was "Pama Monastery" by Stendhal.

"Why not buy both?" An Senlu was puzzled.

"Rules, only read one book at a time."

"Boss, I bought both."

Yuri raised his clear eyes and stared at him without saying a word.

An Senlu didn't care about her interrogation-like eyes at all, and said in a flat tone: "I want to read this one myself, and you read the other one. If you want to read it when the time comes, I can just give you this one."

"What if you don't see it?"

"I see," Anson Lu clicked his tongue, "I see the head office, right?"

"Forget it." Yuri stared at Ansen's deer's cheek, and a slight pleasure flashed in his pupils like the aurora in Iceland, "I don't force you, just treat it as if you bought it for me."

"No, I still want to read it." An Senlu took out his wallet, took out a few coins from it, and put them on the boss's desk, "Boss, put the money here."

The owner of the bookstore is an old man who wears reading glasses and has a serious face.

He put away the coins and looked at Ansenlu and Yuri more, as if he recognized Ansenlu's identity, a trace of unconcealable surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Don't take my money." An Senlu preemptively said, "Boss, everyone is from Shangshi, don't be like that supermarket."

You Rui nodded lightly to show his agreement.

"It's good to be young." The old man just adjusted his glasses, looked at the two meaningfully, smiled and said, "Young man, you must seize the opportunity and don't regret it when you are old."