For Gink today, this is really just a game, and a simple mode game at that.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Gink looked at the nearest signal source and asked, "Where is this place?"
Zheng Lailai looked at it and said: "Church."
This electronic map was very blurry and could only show the approximate terrain and the distance to the opponents.
There were no marks on the various buildings, but most killers would come to this town in advance to learn about the various conditions in the town in detail in order to increase their chances of winning during the competition.
Although Zheng Lailai was prepared to die on this trip, he also put in some effort.
She was indeed looking forward to the relief after death, but as an elite killer, she didn't want to die too hastily.
"Go to the nearest target."
"good."
Zheng Lailai nodded, started the car, and drove towards the church.
She is just a tool now and does not intend to express any opinions unless necessary.
On the way, Gink looked at the scenery of the town and said, "I need a brand new identity."
"What?" Zheng Lailai was stunned.
Gink said directly: "I need a brand new identity, a legal identity, and I think you can help me."
After a long while, Zheng Lailai said blankly, "Is this why you let me go?"
Gink glanced at her and answered honestly: "Yes."
Zheng Lailai gave a weak smile: "I understand. As long as I'm not dead, I will help you."
Gink fiddled with her phone, watching the dancing dots on the screen, and asked with interest, "How much do you know about these contestants? You must be top killers to be invited to participate in this cruel game, right?"
"We do have some reputation in the dark world, but to say we're top assassins is just advertising,"
Zheng Lailai said expressionlessly. "Those participating in this competition are all assassins from unaffiliated organizations.
The top assassins from truly large organizations wouldn't come here and kill each other for a mere 10 million yuan bounty...
The net worth of top assassins is almost always over 10 million yuan."
"No wonder you are so weak."
Gink spoke bluntly. Zheng Lailai rolled his eyes and shut up.
The main reason is that the church is right in front of us.
Zheng Lailai opened the door and got out of the car. He took out his phone and looked at it, then turned his head to look in another direction: "It seems that we are not the only ones who are eyeing this place."
On the display screen, another light spot was approaching rapidly, obviously another "hunter" was approaching.
"The more the better."
These guys are too scattered, and each one of them is as cunning as a fox. Gink is looking forward to getting rid of them once and for all.
"Don't underestimate them!" Zheng Lailai warned solemnly, "Although we're not top assassins, anyone who can make a name for themselves in the assassin world has their own unique skills. I know you're very capable, but if you underestimate them, you might end up in trouble."
Gink pondered for a moment and said seriously, "Thank you."
The surging spiritual pressure made him a little too inflated. Some ordinary killers were nothing, but who knew if there were any people pretending to be pigs and eating the tiger among these guys.
If there is a Mutant with a strange ability, he might suffer a great loss.
After all, this is not a normal world, and no one knows what kind of dark secrets are hidden in the shadows around them.
Standing at the church door, Gink pushed the door open and walked in without any concealment.
The old church was quite dark, and the seats on both sides were covered in dust, as if they had not been used for a long time.
At the end of the church, there are huge amounts of crosses hanging.
At the foot of the cross, a man in priest's attire turned his head in astonishment.
He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, looking astonished and dejected. Just as he was about to speak, a slender figure came in through the window, rushed to him in a few steps, and put the muzzle of a gun to his forehead.
The person who suddenly intervened was naturally Zheng Lailai.
Although Gink used her spiritual pressure to detect that there was no one else in the church, Zheng Lailai still insisted on being cautious and asked Gink, the newbie, to attract attention from the front while she entered from the side.
However, the plan seemed to be going a little too smoothly.
The old pastor's face was full of sorrow, as if he had just experienced a disaster and was almost emotionally broken.
The bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. The pastor prayed in fear: "No matter what, please don't hurt me..."
Zheng Lailai was shocked and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you defend yourself?"
The pastor didn't seem to understand her words. He just pleaded bitterly: "Please, I don't have much money. I... I'm just a pastor. Please."
Zheng Lailai curled the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone with his left hand, and looked at the image on it... That's right, it was pointing to this person!
At this moment, Gink walked closer, looked at the pastor, raised his hand and pressed down Zheng Lailai's gun: "There seems to be something wrong with the target... He is not the killer."
He had just felt something was strange. The killer wills of these elites were stronger than those of ordinary people, so their spiritual pressure was also more prominent. However, the spiritual pressure of this priest was much worse than that of ordinary people.
Obviously, although he has the signal source, he is not originally the killer.
Could it be that the organizer made a mistake and implanted a signal source into an ordinary person's body?
"But..."
Zheng Lailai was still skeptical, but just as he opened his mouth, huge amounts of explosions were heard at the gate.
The wall collapsed and the bricks cracked, and dust flew everywhere.
"Be careful, grenades!"
Zheng Lailai turned over in horror, quickly dodged to the side, and pulled the pastor away... After experiencing what happened last time, her heart became softer and softer.
The next second, a tough Middle Eastern soldier jumped in from the window on the other side. His sharp, powerful eyes swept across like thunder. The moment he saw Gink, he immediately raised the rifle in his hand, ready to pull the trigger.
But soon, his expression changed.
The figure opposite was faster than he could imagine. As soon as he applied force with his fingers, he felt a sudden pain in his body and then flew back to where he came from.
The window frame is broken.
He saw himself flying out.
But how did he "see" himself "flying" out?
Then he immediately discovered that what flew out of the window was a headless body.
Why is there no head?!
The soldier's consciousness stopped abruptly at this point and he didn't think any further.
Because he lost the ability to think.
Beneath the cross, Gink sheathed his sword as if nothing had happened.
[Kill the elite killer, Soul Jade +7]
In the last moment, he swung a knife.
The faint knife light with a hint of crimson twisted the soldier's neck as he was about to fly out of the window. The soldier happened to break the window at this time, so his head flew out of the window first, and his body fell out of the window with the remaining momentum.
Beside him, Zheng Lailai got up speechlessly, while the unfortunate priest stared at him with his eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.
Gink looked back at him and said calmly, "Now, it's your turn."
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