The unlucky McAvoy is the only priest in town.
He just came back from a sparse breakfast, but he didn't know what genius killer was thinking.
In order to disappear from the sight of many opponents, he dug out the signal device from his body and threw it into the food in the restaurant, and then it was swallowed by the priest who was unaware of it.
So, McAvoy replaced the killer and became the target of other killers.
After clarifying the situation in a few words, McAvoy's face was filled with despair: "So, I was involved in a killing game."
Zheng Lailai corrected: "It's a killer competition."
McAvoy is about to break down, hysterical: "Everyone thinks I'm a killer? Everyone wants me dead?"
Zheng Lailai: "That's right."
"Oh, damn it!!"
The pastor was so desperate that he spit out foul words, held his head, and almost cried out loudly, "I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."
Looking at the hapless pastor with a face full of despair, Zheng Lailai thought of the innocent woman again. His expression gradually softened and he comforted her, "You'll be fine. The signal source is in your stomach. Just spit it out."
The pastor's mind was in a mess. After thinking it over, he suggested: "Why don't we call the police..."
Zheng Lailai frowned and said, "The guys who organized this competition are all very powerful people. The police have long been controlled by them. Otherwise, how could so many people die in the town without attracting attention? You'd better spit out the source of the signal as soon as possible!"
The pastor clutched his throat helplessly, unable to spit out anything. He could only cry out with tears in his eyes, "I'm too nervous. I can't spit out anything. What should I do?"
Zheng Lailai glared at him: "You have to get it out, either from the top or from the bottom!"
The unfortunate priest wanted to cry even more.
Gink shook his head and said to Zheng Lailai, "You stay here and watch him. I'll go take out all the other guys."
The pastor's sorrowful voice paused, and he quickly said, "Wait a minute!"
"how?"
Gink glanced at him. The pastor's face was pale, obviously frightened, but he still cheered up and kept saying, "Please, please, don't kill anyone..."
Gink curled his lips: "Even if they will kill you?"
The pastor said weakly, "We... maybe we can find a way to coexist."
"Oh, take your time looking."
Gink had seen the legendary European Virgin Mary, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He winked at Zheng Lailai and turned to leave the church.
"Hey..."
The pastor waved his hand, trying to stop him from leaving, but finally lowered his head dejectedly.
Zheng Lailai shook his head and sighed: "You'd better find a way to deal with your troubles, otherwise there will be many killers coming to take your life."
...
...
Without Zheng Lailai by his side, Gink is actually more efficient.
He didn't intend to use the power of the Death God in public. Now that Zheng Lailai was not around, he only needed to avoid the numerous cameras and he could use his power freely.
The only trouble is that the signal receivers used by the participating killers can only track the signal source within a hundred meters. Beyond this distance, there is only a blank.
Fortunately, Dullesboro is not very large, and even its suburbs are only 54 square kilometers, so it doesn't take long to drive around it a few times.
Thus, the situation of this hidden event that was supposed to last 24 hours began to change rapidly.
A killer dressed as a police officer.
A killer disguised as a young woman.
A killer parkouring on the wall at the street corner.
Most of the killers didn't know what was happening. They only saw a flash of a knife, and then there was only darkness before their eyes.
Gink showed no mercy to these guys with bloody hands.
Zheng Lailai had already roughly introduced to him that the killers who came to participate in the competition were basically people who had committed heinous crimes...including herself.
So, no need to show mercy!
Three.
Five.
nine.
The number of killers is decreasing rapidly, and many of them die silently.
The game seemed to be over soon.
In a private estate outside of Dullesborough, a long office desk was piled with messy banknotes. The wealthy tycoons sitting on both sides were holding glasses filled with champagne and arguing fiercely with each other.
Robert stood at the end of the long table, his serious face full of gloom.
He held several killer tournaments in a row, not for the pursuit of excitement, but to make more profits.
These wealthy people from all over the world come to watch the game with a lot of money and place heavy bets on their favorite players. In the end, most of the profits will fall into the hands of him as the banker.
However, this Asian guy who suddenly appeared was so powerful that he could kill everything!
How can this gambling game continue?
He regretted it.
I shouldn't have agreed to his request before.
Robert's expression shifted. Suddenly, the female assistant came over and whispered in his ear, "We've been given a 'gathering place' where nine contestants have gathered. They seem to be planning to use it as a battlefield."
Robert's expression changed, and he asked hurriedly: "Have they started the war?"
"No." The female assistant shook her head. "It was a nightclub. There were probably too many people inside. The contestants didn't know who their opponents were, so no one dared to take action for a while."
"very good!"
Robert's eyes lit up. "Let the technicians send a message to the players there..."
The female assistant was surprised: "What message?"
This has never happened before.
"Send them the message from that Asian guy," Robert said viciously. "Tell them that they are facing the world's top killer. They have no chance of survival unless they join forces!"
The female assistant hesitated: "This... doesn't seem to be in accordance with the rules."
"I am the rule!"
Robert glared at her and then said, "Also, send a message to that Asian guy and tell him that many assassins are gathering at that nightclub. Lure him over there."
"..."
The female assistant opened her mouth but hesitated to speak. Under the boss's angry glare, she turned and walked to the technical department.
After watching the female assistant leave, Robert immediately turned around and announced loudly in the tone of a host, "Everyone, we've just discovered a new highlight—nine contestants have gathered in the same obscene place, and that magical oriental kid is now heading there...
We're going to see a bloody massacre.
Will the magical kid wipe out all nine killers, or will the nine killers kill the Death God? Everyone, feel free to place your bets!"
At this moment, the wealthy people who had been somewhat uninterested became excited again.
What they seek is not only bloody excitement, but also the pleasure of exploring the unknown.
"I bet on Wonder Boy to win, five million!"
"I bet on Wonder Boy to lose, same five million!"
"I bet if two people can survive, one million!"
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