Chapter 10: The End of the Game
It was getting dark and another storm was coming.
The sounds of thunder, rain, and waves blended into one between heaven and earth, violently shaking the town.
On the street, heavy rain flowed down along the roofs, and the strong wind lashed the ground, blowing the accumulated water like a fountain, and everything was misty.
"Angeltitty Nightclub..."
Gink sat in the driver's seat, looked at the received message, opened the local network, and briefly checked the so-called meeting place.
Hmm...it really is a vulgar place.
It was a Striptease club, a very famous "playground" not only in the town of Dullesboro, but also in the surrounding area, with a large number of fans.
On such a dull night, there should be a lot of customers, right?
Gink frowned at this.
More people means more concerns. After all, he is not a real killer and cannot be cold-blooded and ruthless.
Once a fight breaks out in a crowd, no matter how careful he is, innocent people will be implicated.
However, it seemed that even if he did not attend this "party", the group of completely crazy killers would not stop.
To them, ordinary people are just props to win.
"It's better to end it early..."
Gink took a deep breath, opened the car door, and immediately jumped into the storm.
The nightclub was located four or five blocks away from where he was. If he drove, he would have to go around in a big circle. It would be faster to go in a straight line.
He ran in the rain, against the wind and the rain, leaping over buildings, and suddenly felt a strong sense of pride.
The wind and rain soaked his delicate eyebrows, but the cold fire in his eyes grew stronger.
In a moment, Gink followed the instructions on the map and arrived at the door of the Erqing Nightclub.
From the outside, this place really doesn't live up to its reputation. The street in front looks dirty, and there aren't many flashing neon lights. Only the rain-soaked side of the door shows the name of the nightclub.
However, despite its bleak exterior, the business seemed to be booming, with the open space in front of the door filled with various vehicles.
Gink raised his phone again, and nine light spots appeared on it, almost overlapping each other.
He is the tenth point of light.
After paying an entrance fee of thirty pounds at the door, the big black man at the door opened the door for him.
Suddenly, intense and dynamic music flowed out.
Gink walked into the noisy nightclub slowly and leisurely.
After turning a short corridor, you can see the circular platform in the center. There are beautiful women dancing seductively. There are many booths surrounding the circular platform, and almost every booth is full of people.
Gink's gaze passed over the crowd and swept across the corners of the walls.
As expected.
There must be surveillance in places like this.
Gink could feel that some people's muscles were tensing as he walked in.
On the surface, they were laughing and chatting loudly with their companions, or flirting with the half-naked waitresses in a lewd manner, but their minds and bodies were as tense as bowstrings.
"Are you targeting me?"
Gink didn't hide his Zanpakuto, and it was hanging on his waist. There was no way these guys couldn't find it.
He walked forward without hesitation, passing between the two waitresses.
In an instant, the bald man who was flirting with the waitress Banguo suddenly kicked the waitress away and pulled the rifle out from under his clothes.
However, when he tried to pull the trigger, Gink had already swayed and moved closer to him. As soon as his left foot touched the ground, his body spun around quickly, and his right foot swept across, as fast as lightning, like the battering ram of a pile driver, and hit his left waist heavily.
"oh!!!"
The bald man showed a painful expression and took two steps back involuntarily.
At this moment, several figures stood up from the panicked crowd around them, with their gun muzzles aimed at them.
Gink stepped forward again, quickly stretched out his right hand, grabbed the bald man's left forearm, and pulled it down hard, drawing a large arc in a clockwise direction, twisting his opponent's arm in mid-air, and then let go of his hand, letting him fly out like a stone, drawing a perfect arc.
Bang bang bang!
People and horses were thrown to the ground.
Several bullets shot out of the muzzle, and all of them were taken by the unlucky bald man.
As the gunshots rang out, the nightclub finally fell into chaos.
There were screams everywhere and figures running around in panic.
At the same time, someone grabbed Gink's neck from behind and stabbed his throat with a knife in the other hand - the waitress who had just passed by him.
Apparently, she was also one of the killers.
Gink didn't even turn his head.
Under the numerous surveillance cameras, he didn't show much.
He just casually punched her in the pelvic area with his backhand, then bent forward, grabbed her elbow that was strangling his neck, and then tilted his body to the left, lifted the female killer's body, and threw it towards the other killer.
The next moment, he drew the knife from his waist.
Under the flashing neon lights, the black Blade was dipped in bright red.
In an instant, Gink flashed forward, weaving through the chaotic crowd. Every time the knife flashed, someone would fall to the ground.
Bright red like lightning.
The red flowers are like rain.
Suddenly, he paused slightly, raised his foot, and kicked back with his heel, kicking the heavy seat beside him straight up.
Everyone dodged in an uproar, and there was a loud bang. The booth hit the wall and was embedded in it.
Amidst the dense dust, a cloud of blood gushed out.
Then, the arms exposed from the crushed body hung limply, and a bazooka fell to the ground.
Everyone gasped.
Is this guy crazy?
In such a narrow space, they actually planned to use rockets!
Is he planning to die together?
All the killers present have been wiped out, otherwise someone would definitely be used to this.
That guy was originally a notorious madman. Compared with the well-trained other killers, his skills were completely inferior, but his odds in this game were among the best, relying on his recklessness, brutality and cruelty.
It's not surprising that a desperate madman like him would make plans to almost die together with his own people.
Gink raised his phone and looked at it. There was only a dot of light left on the screen.
He nodded with satisfaction. All the enemies were eliminated without any accidental casualties - oh, a few people fell while running around and might have had their bones broken by others, but that was none of his business.
He turned and walked out the door, dialing Zheng Lailai's cell phone.
Judging from the refreshed data, except for the dozen or so people he killed, the rest of the killers were basically consumed by internal forces - except for the one in the unlucky priest's stomach and the one carried by the champion of the previous tournament.
In other words, as long as they defeat the previous champion, this competition will be over.
There are still at least ten hours left before the 24-hour deadline set by the organizer.
"I hope the champion doesn't hide somewhere..."
Gink muttered to himself while waiting for news from Zheng Lailai.
However, there was no movement.
Something happened!
Gink hung up the phone, and his eyes, which had just calmed down, were once again filled with a faint cold fire.
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