Hot winds blow from above the desert, and a few vultures skim across the barren sand, looking for possible animal carrion.

An open-top off-road vehicle with an earthy yellow shell sped through the middle of the desert, huge rubber tires spinning rapidly, rubbing against the ground and raising large swaths of yellow sand.

In the open-top jeep radio station, wild heavy metal music constantly echoes. The three guys sitting in the back row, one holding a bottle of Budweiser, were drunkenly playing poker:

"You've lost!"

"I'm kicking you down, you cheating bastard......"

"Fuck you, I'm going to shoot!"

The noise and vibrations from the back seat made the driver, who was wearing a black mask on his face, distracted, and turned around and shouted: "If you talk nonsense, I'll leave you here!" Bastard stuff. ”

"Calm down, calm down!" The dark-haired man in a black jacket sitting at the back put down his bottle and patted the driver on the shoulder, a replica of the American GI's "dog tag" on his chest engraved with his name: Clement.

Although this guy has good things in his mouth, he still has a cynical evil smile on his face. He lifted his leg and put one foot next to the driver's seat, his ripped jeans rattling in the wind, the metal pendant of the cuff making a crisp click.

"I'll make this one." Sitting to the left of Clement, the exploding head girl in a red T-shirt and denim shorts, with a look of victory in her hand, threw out the poker in her hand.

At this moment, a sudden gust of hot wind blew in front of them, and the three of them watched as the card flew out to the back of the car and disappeared into the yellow sand.

“Holy-shit！” The girl scolded.

"Shut up." The driver raised his middle finger in the rearview mirror: "It's almost there, get ready for battle, do you want to die?" ”

The three people in the back row threw away their playing cards and set their eyes on the silhouette of the city that appeared in the distance of the desert, and the driver narrowed his bloodshot eyes and continued to drive the high-powered off-road vehicle through the yellow sand.

- A huge city that does not correspond to the desert at all, appears in the sand ahead, the top of the towering skyscraper, the signal lights that guide the planes are on, and several large passenger planes soar into the sky, bringing out white lines and flying into the clear blue sky.

The ever-expanding silhouette of the city widened the eyes of the four people in the jeep slightly, and from this point of view, the city was even more prosperous than New York.

After passing through the desert and suddenly encountering this incomparably prosperous metropolis, the shock brought by the strong contrast is even better. Just when the four of them were secretly sighing in their hearts, they saw that in the sand in front of them, a white light suddenly lit up-

"Sit tight!"

The driver slammed the steering wheel to the right, and a red light rushed with a deafening loud bang, shattering the windshield in front of the jeep and hitting the man in the white T-shirt sitting in the back seat.

"Uh-"

The man didn't even have time to scream, his body was blown in two by the large-caliber armor-piercing bullet of the anti-weapon gun, and the upper body flew directly to the back of the body, disappearing into the yellow sand, and the lower body that was cut off from the waist was still sitting in the car, spurting blood in all directions.

"it!"

Clement cursed loudly, reached out and grabbed the legs that were still sitting on the seat, threw half of his companion's body out of the car, looked at the explosive-headed girl next to him, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's just that the makeup is a little bit spent......" The girl who was almost thrown out of the car, raised her hand to wipe the blood from her face, and took out a silver-shelled Colt M1911A1 pistol from her pocket, the body of which was full of shocking scratches.

"Sit tight, I'm going to crush that crumb!" The driver yelled.

Although the mask on his face had fended off a lot of damage, there were still some glass ballasts nailed to his eye sockets, and if this guy wasn't lucky, he would have turned into a one-eyed dragon.

"Die, bastard!"

In the roar of the driver, the SUV jolted, roared and flew over the dunes, the wheels slammed into the sand in front of them, and shook violently for a moment as if it had hit something hard, and a large amount of blood sprayed out from under the wheels.

"Want to run?"

The driver smirked and continued to drive ahead of the metropolis. Clement, who was sitting in the back seat, took out a crumpled business card from his pocket and looked at the red double sword icon painted on it, as well as the name next to it:

War Observer.

Contact, telephone: 145-XXXX. Email: Traditional, don't use this service.

"Did that madman mean that the 'party' is going to start here?" The black-haired man asked aloud.

"yes, can't you see for yourself?" The driver said angrily, and casually shoved a bloodstained flyer into Clement's hand.

The leaflet was rough on paper, and it looked like it had been printed directly from toilet paper, with a large, exaggerated-looking headline and a few lines of small red letters, in addition to the twin sword icons of the "War Watcher":

"War Watchers are here, and the killing feast begins!" 》

"Hello everyone, this is a war observer. The recent situation has been anomalously calm and uninteresting. So I deliberately arrived in this desert capital and gathered the world's strongest elite killers, simply put, the second 'Killing Feast' began! ”

"What you have to do is to kill the mission targets marked by me while killing each other in the city, as for how to find the location of the 'mark', what do you ask me to do? Of course, it's up to you! Self-reliance is a basic skill for killers, right? ”

"Don't forget to take a picture after killing the marked target, and the killer who survives to the end and completes more than three objectives will receive the grand prize provided by me! So...... Don't miss this event, killers! ”

"What is the grand prize?" Clement asked.

"I don't know what it was this time, but the last time it seemed like $100 million. Anyway, the 'War Watcher' is a mentally unhealthy idiot, just do what he says! ”

The driver slammed the accelerator to the bottom as he spoke, and the jeep sped towards the metropolis in the desert.

Under the clear sky, there is an undercurrent.

In addition to this group of killers, the world's elite killers are taking various means of transportation to this luxurious city standing in the desert:

Sitting in the economy class of the airliner, a female office worker in professional attire, with a ceramic saber hidden in her high heels that can pass any security check.

The middle-aged man, who had just arrived in the city by bus, touched his pocket, and a dangerous smile appeared on his unshaven face.

The homeless man leaned against the wall of the dirty alley, a cold light flashing imperceptibly in his cuffs.

A cute girl in a crisp white pleated skirt clenches the microsyringe hidden in the palm of her hand.

……

In some gloomy corner, staring at the dozens of LCD screens covering the walls, the "person" sitting on the sofa with a blurred face raised his hand to pick up a cigar, and then activated the voice changer attached to his throat, opened his arms, and made a strange electronic sound:

"I'm a 'war watcher', welcome to the feast, friends!"