He picked up the radio in the car, "The last car of people stayed here to cover us." Others continued in pursuit. Mercedes nimbly turned around to dodge another bullet and followed up the alley. Heavy gunfire was heard from the rear, and it was clear that his team had exchanged fire with the enemy.

He glanced at the time again, at 6:50 p.m., he only had 70 minutes left, and if he couldn't finish the task after the time was up, the real devils would tear them to pieces along with their prey and devour them!

Mercedes crosses the end of the alley, only to find that it is a three-way junction with three different paths. However, this did not bother them, and the team members sitting in the back seat skillfully steered the three drones into the air at a rapid pace, probing in three directions.

It didn't take long to spot the Humvee. "On the left" he gave the captain in front of him the way, and the engine of the Mercedes roared like a sharp arrow to the fork in the road on the left.

The fierce chase race has once again begun. Although the current situation is very unfavorable for the pursuers, the drones are firmly locked on to the target in front of them, so they still have a chance to catch up.

In a luxury villa in Manhattan, senators sitting around the couch also watched the chase live through drone cameras.

"Those nasty flies are back!" Jesse looked at the sniper flashing in front of the camera with disgust on his face. It was these bastards who had embarrassed themselves in front of the teacher, and what had been a foolproof hunt now seemed to have turned into a chase with no end in sight.

"Quiet Jesse! A good hunter should be patient, and besides, we haven't played our cards yet, have we? The gray-haired old man sitting in his seat seemed interested in the chase in front of the camera, smiling and staring at the black Hummer in front of him.

This thrill of controlling the fate of others brought him back some of the feelings of his youth, when he was also a hot-blooded young man, who wanted to do something big, and naively wanted everyone to agree with him, only to be exchanged for betrayal and failure again and again.

Those stupid voters only need a little guidance of public opinion to lose their position, and finally when the competitors stomp their faces into the mud, he realizes that the only use of those rabble is attrition!

Consumed in dangerous work, consumed in the sacrifice of medical experiments, consumed in the battlefield, consumed in the gangsters! Realize their limited value with their blood!

The new America of the future does not need them, and fully automated machines will do it better than them!

Let yourself squeeze their best value out of them now! Delight the superior of this world with their lives and blood!

At this time, a graceful blonde beauty wearing a dress and long skirt walked in with a mobile phone, she stopped in front of the old man and whispered: "Sir, the hound that the warden called to explain just now has awakened, and he is now waiting for your instructions." As he spoke, he handed the phone to the old man.

The old man casually took the phone and put it to his ear, and the others also lowered the sound of the conversation with interest.

"Good evening, sir!" "Good evening, Cisse."

"Madison has woken up and is warming up now."

"Very good, give him a ten-person room, kill his wake-up anger, and warm him up by the way. The show is about to begin, and he needs to be in a good state," the old man rotated the wine glass in his hand, and the bright red liquid rippled in the glass, refracting a fine light.

"Yes, sir." The warden replied in a respectful tone, as if he were a valet in the service of his master.

"Did you receive the equipment I sent to you?" The old man adjusted his sitting position again to make himself more comfortable.

"It's been received, and technicians are doing the final commissioning. When the time comes, Madison will take them with them and kill them all! Madison never disappoints! The warden complimented Andrew on the other end of the line.

As a German-American, he has the rigor of an American romance that is unique to Germans, and he will exhaust his brains to raise his life by one percent, and he will also tie a pink bow to his terrible gift.

Hanging up the phone, Andrew continued the topic just now, as if he had never answered the call, and the others forgot everything they had just heard so as not to cause trouble to themselves, and the battle after 8 o'clock was not something they could interfere with, it was a battlefield for another group of high-end players!

In a large ten-person room in a New York prison, a tall, thin man with a scruffy beard, with long hair that covered his ears, wore a crisp suit, but now he was soaked in blood, leaving a trail of blood. He was wheezing violently in his chest, apparently having just done a vigorous exercise.

Elsewhere in the cell lay ten corpses, the first of which were horrible in a horrible state of death, some of which had their sternums collapsed, their ribs piercing their hearts and poking out of their backs, and some of which had not only broken their limbs but also twisted their necks. The splattered blood splattered the ground like a stream of dazzling colors.

But then the corpses became much more normal, and the murderer simply and neatly twisted their necks, as if the anger had been restrained, the emotions were controlled, and the techniques became skillful. From a beast of crazy destruction to a human who can think normally!

But the anger was only subdued, and it was suppressed into the deepest part of the body, like the magma at the bottom of a volcano brewing for the next bigger eruption!

The warden took the key to open the cell door, and the terrible man inside bowed and saluted, not daring to raise his head to look at it head-on!

"Mr. Madison, Mr. Andrew has what you need ready." As the man passed by the warden, a small voice reached the man's ears.

The man didn't stop, and walked directly to the doorman holding the box at the door and checked his equipment.

There are only three things in the beautiful silver-white box, a pair of contact lenses soaked in maintenance liquid, a wireless Bluetooth headset, and a watch.

"There's probably an hour left before you can go out and start tonight's event!" The warden handed over a clean towel.

The man took it, cleaned his face and hands briefly, dropped the towel on the ground, and began to put on the equipment.

When the contact lens was put on, a faint electric current hit the whole body, all the equipment began to work, and at this moment, a bright green light began to emerge from the man's pupils! In his vision, there are various data, which are the value of all the participants marked by the free organizers, but now these amounts are just gray, after all, the game has not really started!

But the demons are already hungry!