The defenders are preparing for battle, and the hunters are not idle.

"Dongshuo, hand me that magnifier." A mercenary with yellow hair and blue eyes greeted his companion.

He was one of the 6 delinquent teenagers who were thrown in and punished, and the Dongshuo he called was another delinquent juvenile.

A young man with a delicate face handed the high-magnification mirror in his hand to his companion who had spoken out before.

Dongshuo's full name is Park Dongshuo, an international student from Jeju Island, South Korea, who transferred to Lingchuan No. 2 Middle School a week ago.

In fact, there are many international students like Park Dongshuk, they come from all over the world, many schools are willing to absorb them to increase their popularity, the largest number of students studying in China is the Russian Federation, the two sides have reached an economic and political community, which greatly promotes the exchange of cultural knowledge and science and technology between the two sides.

"This mission is to hunt down a female senator, which is so much fun! Shiitake mushroom, do you say that this kind of fantasy is much more interesting than the teacher's lecture? The mercenary, who had been chattering a little earlier, said to the mushroom-headed companion next to him.

"Don't take it lightly, do you expect that bastard Li Meng to arrange any good illusion for us? There is a fierce character on the opposite side, and we will be wiped out by others if we are not careful, so let's take it easy! ”

Mushroom Head carefully wipes down the various accessories of the gun while answering his companion's questions.

"It's okay! We have Dongshuo too! The chatter said confidently, as if he was not showing off his companions, but showing off himself.

The boy known as Dongshuo smiled and didn't speak, in fact, these weapons had already been maintained four or five times, and now they were just idle to pass the time, they were all waiting for the order to go, and there was a faint feeling of burning blood in their hearts!

They didn't know that there was a simple-looking, dark-hearted chairman of the Sub-Counting Committee who had quietly joined the game, like a crocodile waiting to hunt in a pond, opening his bloody mouth at the bottom of the water, waiting for the prey to come to the door.

In a heavily guarded mansion in Manhattan, New York, five or six well-dressed men with red wine glasses sat in front of a burning fireplace and laughed.

"Jesse, there's still two hours left before the event begins," an elderly gentleman with gray hair and gray eyes toasted to a middle-aged man opposite.

"Don't worry, Mr. Andrew, we're not going to let Chris's slut survive tonight." The man named Jesse on the other side raised his glass a little flattered.

"Gentlemen! We never want to be executioners with bloody hands! Everyone wants a great future! Some people will put in the hard work and contribute their wisdom to it. But there are some stupid people who only know how to blindly take and only contribute a negligible amount of labor! Gentlemen, do we lack that pitiful labor force?

Even so, they will ask for the same treatment as other compatriots who have made great contributions! High-quality housing, free education, free medical care, perfect social security!

But it's impossible, we don't have that many resources, there are always people who won't get what they want.

They will complain loudly and noisily and become a destabilizing factor in the country! And even the destruction of this great country! ”

At this point, he paused, stood up and looked around at everyone to make sure everyone was listening to him before continuing.

"And we, the great patriots, have to do things that no one else wants to do in order to get rid of these social moths! To the patriots! To the United States of America! ”

The old man raised his glass high with a solemn expression, and then leaned back to drink the remnants of the wine in the glass.

"To the patriots! To the United States of America! The other gods stood up excitedly and drank the liquor from their glasses like the old man.

"Let our hounds retrieve the fruits of our victory!" The old man gave the order in a flat tone, and his eyes were full of coldness.

It was 4 p.m., and Park Dong-seok and his group of delinquent teenagers got into a black Mercedes with members of the other hunting forces and headed to Senator Chris's hideout.

chattered and wanted to say something without words, but was stopped by the captain of the operation with stern eyes, and a car of people drove to the destination in a dull manner.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere was too dull, the deputy captain took the initiative to break the silence: "Brothers, don't be too nervous, what we have to face is just a group of thugs with guns, and it won't be difficult to clean them up." ”

"Mr. Vice-Captain, have you ever attended a Freedom Day before?" Some of Park Dong-suk's questions were unkind, as if he was questioning the other party. However, the other party didn't care, and the deputy captain was silent for a while and said, "Yes, I want to give you a piece of advice, move faster!"

Don't put it off until 12 midnight, or some real demons will appear in the world, and the whole of New York will be their plate, and all the creatures moving in the streets will be the hearty meal on the plate. ”

The vice-captain's words aroused everyone's interest, and some people asked, "Are they strong?" Can you be better than us? As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand.

The vice-captain smiled wryly, he didn't know how to explain it to the players.

The captain, who had been silent, raised his head and glanced at everyone, and said in a dry voice: "If you meet someone with glowing eyes, don't hesitate to run away." After saying this, he closed his mouth, and let the others ask questions, and he did not say another word.

The convoy drove through the depressed city center to the slums west of the city, where some unemployed homeless people at Mushroomhead were already standing at a Chinese supermarket with crowbars and sacks, ready to make a splash when the time came.

"These are the lowest levels of stupidity, whose lives have been put on the table by the big guys without knowing it." The vice-captain said with some emotion that he knew something, but he didn't want to tell his teammates.

Tommy, on the other hand, is patrolling around the church, driving away those with bad intentions, and the nearby gangs have been controlled by the Scavengers, who will be responsible for the perimeter guarding and defense, but there are still some fish that have slipped through the net.

Tommy is now driving away these fish, but there are exceptions, a middle-aged and elderly couple in shabby clothes carrying their own toolboxes to work hard at the ATM next to the church, the husband seems to be not very eyesighted, the operation is very slow, and it is only with the help of the wife to disassemble the ATM shell.

Tommy didn't bother them, just watched from afar. The two old men have vegetable faces, and their arms are terrifyingly thin, like two dry firewood, maybe what they need most now is not money, but a piece of food.

When Freedom Day was approaching, not a single store dared to open its doors, not even convenience stores that claimed to be open 24 hours a day.