The ship's whistle blew intermittently, mixed with the sharp cries of seagulls. The two sounds intertwined together to form a unique symphony at the seaside.
When the warm sea breeze blew into the room in the early morning, making the whole room cool, Gink woke up from a light sleep, looked around at the unfamiliar environment, sighed, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant sky.
At this time, the rays of the rising sun penetrated the wisps of mist in the sky, illuminating the calm sea, making the waves sparkle. Where was the terrifying noise of last night?
This is Dullesborough, a port town in the northeast of England. Although it is not very large, the environment is quite elegant. If it weren't for the whistles blowing all day long, the atmosphere would be even more comfortable.
Gink was in the only hotel in town. He found an Asian ID card among the corpses of the Hagui people. Although the appearance was slightly different, it was enough to deceive the Westerners who were face-blind.
So, when he entered this seaside town, he relied on that ID card to stay in the Ivan Apartment Hotel openly.
Next, he should think carefully about his future behavior.
For him, this was an extremely unfamiliar world.
What is strange is not the environment, but the lack of any involvement.
If he wants to return to a familiar life, he should rush back to his country. Even if there are no familiar people there, the environment will definitely be very familiar.
However, if this world is truly the dangerous Marvel, then he should move to the United States to live. In that "free democracy" country, he can hunt alien life without scruples and accumulate enough soul jade to upgrade.
Knock knock knock.
There's a knock on the door.
Gink frowned: "Who is it?"
"Room service." A greeting came from the other side of the door. "Your breakfast, sir."
Gink narrowed her eyes slightly.
First of all, he didn't order breakfast.
Secondly, he sensed the smell of death—there were two faint spiritual pressures outside the door, one of which was rapidly disappearing.
Could it be that the vampires were so powerful that they could track him down so quickly?
Gink pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes were filled with cold fire again.
If it was really the vampires who came looking for him, he wouldn't have to look for the "monster" everywhere.
But the guys outside have too low spiritual pressure, more like the Haruki tribe than vampires.
He walked to the door of the room and opened it without any cover.
Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed over from outside.
He was a sturdy white man, about forty years old, with short hair that was almost bald, and dressed in waiter's clothes. There was nothing unusual about his appearance, but the sharp white teeth that were exposed when he grinned made him look very fierce.
He held a metal wire between his hands and looped it around Gink's neck, seemingly intending to strangle him with it...
Oh, that's not right.
Judging from the real waiter lying at his feet, he seemed to be planning to strangle Gink with the wire.
Gink felt a little bored.
If it was a vampire or a ghost tribe that came to seek revenge, they would not use such a hasty method.
Could it be a robber?
It is said that "in free America, there are gunfights every day", and the British Empire is no less so!
Gink's mind was distracted for a moment, but his movements did not slow down at all. Before the white man was about to pounce, he suddenly kicked out.
Boom!
The white man's face suddenly changed, and he flew back like a stone, hitting the wall behind him heavily with a dull sound, and then bounced back onto the thick carpet in the corridor.
He trembled violently for a few times, and then opened his mouth involuntarily and spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
Gink walked out calmly, jumped over the waiter's body, and stepped back as he was about to get up before asking, "Who are you?"
"I..."
The white man looked at him in horror. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the door next to him suddenly opened and an Asian woman in pajamas flashed out, raising the gun in her hand to shoot.
In an instant, without even thinking, Gink had a knife in his hand.
The blade cut through the void, emitting a faint light and carrying a clear melody like the sound of nature.
The Asian woman's eyes blurred, and she saw the long knife had pierced through the gun in her hand and was against her throat.
Bang!
The gun broke.
The Asian woman held the bare gun handle and stared at the young man who appeared in front of her at some point, fear welling up in her trembling eyes.
However, in just a few blinks of an eye, the unwillingness and fear in her expression disappeared.
She closed her eyes, her expression became peaceful, with a sense of relief.
At this moment, she heard the young man's voice.
"Who are you?"
"The Bonnie and Clyde?"
The Asian woman opened her eyes and looked at the young man strangely: "You... don't know who we are?"
Gink asked her: "Should I know who you are?"
The Asian woman hesitated and slowly raised her other hand.
She held a mobile phone in her hand, and the screen displayed an electronic map. Two spots of light overlapped in the center, and ripples slowly spread out.
The Asian woman looked at the young Asian man in front of her, then at the weak white man over there. Her expression became even weirder, and she said in a strange tone, "Welcome to the Killer Tournament!"
Gink was stunned. "Killer Tournament? What is that?"
"The Killer Championship, a competition only for killers."
The Asian woman twitched her lips with a hint of self-mockery. "It was designed by some wealthy individuals who love excitement.
It's held every seven years in a different location.
The winner receives a $10 million prize and the title of 'World's Best Killer.'"
"How many people were killed in the match?"
Gink glanced at the waiter's body and stared at the two killers, making both of them feel a chill to the bone.
"It's a cannibalism competition," the Asian woman answered, swallowing. "Thirty famous killers will hunt each other in this small town until only one person remains alive, becoming the champion."
She looked at the body and said helplessly, "Many killers don't mind involving innocent people in order to win."
Thirty killers were hunting each other. The white man wanted to sneak attack the Asian woman, so he killed the hotel waiter and sent the waiter's body to her door as a target, while he himself prepared to move through the window of Gink's room and move to her window to launch a surprise attack.
Then he kicked the iron plate.
Gink suddenly asked in Huxia: "Huxia?"
The Asian woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Gink: "Your name."
The Asian woman was very well-behaved: "Zheng Lailai."
"Okay, Zheng Lailai."
Gink retracted the Blade, and the cold fire in his eyes seemed to warm up a little. "For the sake of being a compatriot, I won't kill you, but... please do me a favor and inform the organizers that I want to participate in this tournament too!"
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