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The area of this factory is very large, and it is hundreds of acres in size. The rows of tall factories were rusty at the moment, and the windows were almost all shattered. Even the walls of the office buildings and dormitory buildings on both sides have fallen off in large chunks, revealing the bricks and steel inside.

There are several wide cement roads on the ground that lead to the depths of the factory, and all kinds of vehicles are parked outside the rusty gates. A man with sunglasses saw Promise coming over and handed him a headset, then got into the car and left quickly.

After putting on the headset, Xu Yu looked at a long line painted with red paint around the entire factory under his feet, smiled, and walked in.

The message from the headset was simple: the game would start at 10 o'clock and end in two hours. The match will take place in this abandoned factory area, and the red line will be played within the red line, and if you leave the red line before the end of the match time, the snipers on the perimeter will be disposed of as if they gave up. As for the rules of the game, you can clear all the opponents in the arena, and you can use any weapon.

If there are more than two competitors alive at the end of the race, the winner will be counted based on the score. One point is awarded for each player cleared. Even one point away from the winner will receive $20 million on his own, while the second place will have nothing.

"Your opponents are strong." Gambino, the godfather-like presence of California's underworld, is also the recommender of Promise.

Glancing at Cahill beside him, who looked apprehensive, Gambino tightened the phone in his hand, "There is a very powerful character among your opponents, his name is David. Fasingham. Former elite soldier of the French Foreign Legion. He has participated in this competition three times on dangerous missions in Africa and South America. ”

The subtext of Gambino is not spoken, and the fact that he has participated in three competitions and can come this time means that he has won all three competitions he has participated in. In a normal person, this is indeed a great powerhouse. But the promises of today cannot be measured by the standards of normal people.

"It's fun to play against opponents like that, isn't it?" Xu Promise smiled at the corners of his mouth, knocked on the headset, and walked to the huge factory not far away.

After glancing at the time, Xu Yu came to the debris storage place in the corner of the abandoned factory, took out the guns and body armor in the travel bag and equipped them neatly, and then quickly dodged and hid in the wide factory area.

"The game is officially on." At ten o'clock in the morning, the sound of the official start of the competition was heard in the headsets of all thirty-two contestants. Suddenly, the abandoned area of this large factory was transformed into a huge hunting ground. Professional gunmen from all over the world use their guns to chase their prey here.

It's a life-and-death fight for dollars. All participants in the contest are voluntary, and their goal is $20 million. By the time they decided to participate in this competition, all the participants had already chosen to ignore the lives of others and use them as bargaining chips for their own money. For such people, promises never to give half a cent of mercy.

"Boom!" A contestant wearing a full grassland camouflage combat uniform hiding in the dense weeds next to the factory was shot through his helmet and disappeared in an instant. This contestant may not understand how he was exposed until he dies, but he is clearly well hidden, blending in with his surroundings. It's not scientific!

"Whew~~~" The promise with half-squinted eyes quietly exhaled turbid breath and slowly retreated away from the window in front of him.

As for how he found the player in the grass, the reason is simple, this is the Northern Hemisphere, but who is he trying to fool in a grassland camouflage? Although the difference is not very large, it is very obvious for the promise of a great increase in observation.

There are many white-painted rooms in the factory area, which are usually workers' rest rooms, changing rooms and offices. There's nothing in it now, but it's still a good place to hide.

Promise walked slowly down the steel corridor on the second floor, slowly moving forward step by step, trying to reduce the sound of footsteps as much as possible to avoid attracting bullets.

When he approached a room with no glass, he reached out to grasp the doorknob, but paused. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, he took a light breath, stretched out his left hand to the doorknob, slowly retracted, and pulled out the Glock pistol behind his waist.

Through the synthetic plastic wall, the muzzle of the promised gun shook slightly, and finally pointed at the dead corner of the wall next to the window. And then, 'Bang Bang! After firing three shots quickly, Promise ran through the window and toward the end of the hallway. As he passed by the window, he glanced into the room, and a heavily armed black man slowly collapsed from a large piece of plastic sheeting, and Bo Bo's blood gushed out and stained the plastic sheet red.

The Brazilian professional killer is very accurate and claims to be able to hit flies in flight. It's just that he has no experience in joining the army, and after doing his hands and feet on the door, he holds a large piece of tattered plastic sheeting over his body and treats it as if others can't see it. I don't know what real camouflage is.

Swift footsteps slammed into the iron hallway, causing a loud noise, followed by a long rain of bullets as the Promise galloped by. Dense bullets struck the iron hallway and splashed a little bit of spark.

Rushing to the end of the hallway, he jumped out of the second-floor window with a promise of a rollover, and then quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

As time passed, more than two dozen participants had already been announced to retire. In this case, the rest of the people basically chose to lurk and avoid the pursuit of the powerful monster. It was a monster who wanted to kill everyone on his own, and everyone who wanted to deal with him had already been killed. Now those who are still alive are already starting to be afraid.

When the rest of the people began to fear the game and were ready to hide, it was not easy to promise to find all the people who were spread over such a large area. Of course, he wasn't in a hurry.

In a large building more than ten kilometers away from the venue, dozens of well-dressed behind-the-scenes dealers with various tattoos are watching the huge screen in front of them in a large room that looks like a movie theater. The screen is a real-time feed from a surveillance camera that has been installed in the stadium in advance.

"Gambino, the person you got this time is very good." A black man with dense tattoos all over his neck, wearing a well-made suit, and a bodybuilder-like body sat on a very comfortable single sofa, smiled and turned to look at Gambino next to him, "Where did you find that?" Seal? Delta? ”

"Huh." Gambino raised his glass to him, smiled noncommittally, and then turned to look at Cahill on the side, "Do you regret it now?" ”

"It's not over yet, and we can't make a final decision yet." Cahill, whose face was slightly red, pursed the corners of his lips, "Although Xu is leading now, if he is killed, then Fassinghan will still win." ”

To the surprise of all the bigwigs, the little-known promise before the game had already hunted eleven contestants in a short period of time! And the highly favored Fassinghan only has seven votes in hand at this time. It was a real stumbling stumble for those who had made big bets before the game. You know, it's only just started now, and it hasn't been long since then.

Gambino shook his head slightly, his gaze turning back to the screen in front of him. He knew that Cahill had placed more than a million bets on Fassinghan, and it was normal for him to argue for Fassinghan. However, Gambino would not tell Cahill that he had always taken the initiative in his previous fights to find and kill any opponent he came across. Fasinghan, on the other hand, just hid and used sneak attacks to earn the score. The superiority between the two was suddenly decided.

Gambino, who was born in an underworld family, has been carefully observing the actions of the promise, and he can see that the promise is very comfortable, the movements are neat and crisp, and he will not drag the mud and water. He behaves like an unusually cold killer who doesn't care about anything at all. Just keep searching for and clearing out his enemies.

If this kind of near-perfect performance is not innately so, it must be the only one who has rolled in the bloody storm to have it. At this moment, Gambino has a great interest in the past of Promise.

"Twelve!" A host standing on the side shouted, "Contestant 21 promises to have hunted twelve contestants!" ”

"Hiss~~~" There was a gasp in the room. Of the 32 men, only Xu Promise and Fassinghan were the most eye-catching, but the other players also made some gains. At this moment, after mass elimination, only the last six people remained, continuing this bloody and brutal game.

Faced with the promise of being far ahead, the only way for others to win is to kill the promise with the highest points, otherwise the champion must be promised. The same goes for Fasinhan, who has only seven votes. Because they don't have enough votes.

Compared to the other players who have been frightened by the promised cold toughness and have chosen to hide. Fasingham's condition is much worse.

As the most popular player before the game, many bigwigs have placed heavy bets on Fassingham. As the winner of several competitions in the past, there are many people who are optimistic about Fassinghan. Even someone like Cahill, who is actually a supporter of the pledge, has made a big bet on him. This is enough to see how highly valued and popular he is.

If he finally wins, it will naturally be hello, hello, hello, everyone, and the forces that recommended him to participate in the competition will naturally support him. But if he loses and survives after the game. The forces that recommended him will not give him an umbrella, and the bigwigs who have lost a lot of money on him will inevitably make him pay the price. These are gray forces, and they are not regular bookmakers.