Gink needs money.
Ten million US dollars is not a small number.
What's more, the final harvest may be more than 10 million!
However, Gink's request obviously surprised Zheng Lailai.
She was dumbfounded: "You want to participate in the killer tournament?!"
Gink: "That's right."
Zheng Lailai hesitated for a moment before solemnly warning, "Listen, I don't know who you are, but I want to warn you, being a killer isn't a good job. Once you step into this line of work, the sins you carry will affect you for the rest of your life..."
Gink looked at her: "Then why did you become a killer?"
Zheng Lailai was silent for a moment, then replied helplessly, "I have no choice."
Gink glanced at her face and said calmly, "I'm not interested in becoming a killer. I'm just short of money and want to earn the prize money from this competition."
Zheng Lailai smiled bitterly: "The game is very dangerous."
Gink smiled faintly, but there was disdain in his eyes: "I am more dangerous."
"...All right."
Zheng Lailai was helpless and picked up his phone and said, "I can ask the organizer for you, but I can't guarantee that they will agree."
Gink turned his head and glanced at the monitor hanging in the corridor, saying, "They will agree."
Dullesboro has a high-density surveillance system. All available motion detectors and hidden cameras in the town, even the communication system used by the police, serve as the eyes of the organizers of the Killer Tournament.
Any fight between killers will be broadcast to the wealthy people in real time.
In other words, Gink's beating of the white man, severely injuring him, and his subsequent subduing of Zheng Lailai in an instant were all revealed to a group of "audiences."
Only exciting games can attract more audiences, and Gink believes that those guys will not refuse him.
Zheng Lailai's hands froze for a moment, but she quickly calmed down, dialed the organizer's number, and quickly informed them of Gink's request.
Then she handed the phone to Gink.
Gink wasn't surprised. He took the phone and asked directly, "Do you agree?"
The voice on the other end paused for a moment before replying, "We've just witnessed Mr. Lei's abilities. We welcome him to this event, but..."
Gink's expression remained unchanged: "But what?"
These people were indeed very powerful. They figured out his origins in just a few minutes.
Definitely, it was just the origin of the ID card he picked up, and it was a very superficial origin.
After all, that guy serves the vampire family. It is obviously impossible for these guys who enjoy watching ordinary killers kill each other to easily find out information about the vampire family.
"We need to implant a signal device in you to facilitate our tracking of your location..." the voice on the other end said, "This is a grand performance event. We need to see the contestants' wonderful performances. All contestants are treated equally. I hope Mr. Lei understands this."
Gink glanced at Zheng Lailai. She opened her clothes, revealing her warm skin. There was a scar on her lower abdomen that had just been sutured.
That's where the signaler was implanted.
"No need to bother!"
Gink didn't want to install any messy stuff in his body, so he turned around and walked to the side of the white man - the guy had fainted from the pain.
Gink remained calm, and with a thrust of the Zanpakutō in his hand, the first cut opened his throat, the second pierced his lower abdomen, and took out the signal device embedded inside.
[Kill the elite killer, Soul Jade +6]
He held the small signal device in his hand and gestured towards the camera: "I have his signal device. Is that enough?"
However, the other party immediately said, "I'm sorry, the signal device can only send out normal signals when it's inside the human body and senses the normal body temperature. Once the signal device can't sense body temperature, it means that the contestant is dead."
Gink had a half-smile on his face: "No problem."
He walked into the room with the signal device, washed off the blood with water, and then swallowed the signal device in front of the camera. He then asked, "Is this... okay?"
The voice on the other end paused for a moment before replying, "That's fine too... Well then, Mr. Lei, welcome to the Killer Tournament. I hope you'll be the winner!"
Gink put down his phone, his eyes as cold as a rainy day.
Zheng Lailai smiled, and then his face twitched. "Your request has been fulfilled. Are you going to kill me?"
Her expression was calm, as if she took death very lightly.
Gink glanced at her sideways: "Why should I kill you?"
Zheng Lailai focused his mind a little: "According to the rules of the competition, there will only be one champion!"
Gink was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Why did you come to participate in this competition?"
Zheng Lailai's eyes reddened slightly, and after a moment, he replied, "There's something special about the target's last look at you.
Often, deep down, they're anticipating this day.
But the target I killed before wasn't like that.
She was just an innocent woman, pregnant...
From now on, I can't escape this scene.
I'm participating in this competition.
If I win, I'll have enough money to live on for the rest of my life.
If I lose, it's just retribution for my evil deeds."
She is the most famous killer in the East in the past three years, but she never attacks ordinary people. This only time has become a nightmare that she cannot get rid of.
She came to participate in this almost impossible-to-win game, actually she was ready to atone for her sins with her life.
She is afraid of death.
She is not afraid of death either.
Gink suddenly swung his knife.
The knife light is beautiful and erratic, with a hint of charm.
Zheng Lailai didn't even have time to close her eyes before she felt a slight pain in her lower abdomen.
A flickering light jumped out from the flesh and blood, but before it landed on the carpet under his feet, it was crushed by the passing knife light.
Gink announced coldly: "Now you are 'dead'!"
"I..."
Zheng Lailai covered her bleeding abdomen and stared at him in a daze.
"You want to atone for your sins? You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future." Gink tossed the phone to her, then picked up the white man's phone and gently raised it. "At least now, I need your help."
He knew nothing about the world of killers and needed an insider like Zheng Lailai to guide him.
In addition, he needs an identity that truly belongs to him. Zheng Lailai is an elite killer in the dark world and must be an expert at changing his identity at will.
Zheng Lailai couldn't believe it: "You want to let me go?"
Gink did not respond to her.
He doesn't like to say things twice.
He returned to his room, tidied himself up a bit, and when he walked out of the room, he saw Zheng Lailai, who had changed her clothes, waiting for him at the door.
Gink pointed at the corpse at the door and asked, "What about them?"
Zheng Lailai replied woodenly, "The organizers have a cleanup team. After we leave, this place will be cleaned up... They have great power and are more than capable of clearing away all traces."
"In that case, let's leave!"
Gink moved and walked outside.
A new game begins!
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