"Start...... Detect...... Intruder ......" A low, synthesized electronic voice sounded in their chests, like an old tape that had been on it for years, syllables stuttered with a hoarse cacophony.

The two mechanical guards with energy guns on their backs twisted in unison, raised their weapons in their hands, and aimed them at the center of the gate.

"Intruder...... Destroy ......," they said in eerie, hoarse, inorganic voices.

Turning, lifting the gun, and returning to its original position, simple and programmed movements with some sound and light effects – as old products from twenty years ago, this is the only action they can do since they were built.

They're here, just to add some fun to this theme park.

"Destroy ......," muttered the mechanical guard, who had already lost his power supply.

The horizontal stripes of red light on the visor lit up, and with the creak of old machinery and gears, they made an impossible action that was non-existent and structurally non-existent.

They spread their legs, ripped off the rivets and wires that held them in place, shook off the thick dust from their bodies, and stepped off the metal base.

"Destroy ......," the mechanical guard said, scurrying into the arena.

……

Mr. Billy, a mechanical engineer, was a little worse off than Baal.

He was a fat man who did not exercise all year round, and he did not have the physical strength and military literacy of Bale, so after running for a long time, he couldn't run, and he only gasped with his hands on his knees.

Billy now regrets that he could have been so obsessed with working with someone like Bale—what could happen to a guy who was a gang boss?

He has always said to Yan Luge that he was coerced, which is both true and incorrect.

During the investigation of the accident twenty years ago, he was indeed threatened by Bale. But after tasting the sweetness once, and getting the money that he couldn't earn in his hard life, he became emboldened, completely took refuge in Bale, and openly and secretly helped Balak do a lot of dirty work, and became one of Bale's cronies.

Now he only hated how he hadn't jumped into the sinking wrecked ship sooner.

Taking a breather, Billy stood up and looked around blankly.

There wasn't anyone around.

The amusement park was huge, and the dozen or so of them were running in all directions, and soon they couldn't see each other.

Hunting......

Billy touched the wound and bulge behind his ear, chewing on the word, feeling a chill in his bones.

He had heard him tell such stories when he had a drink with Boss Bale.

In Bale's homeland, there was often such a "man-hunting" activity, where the prey was usually prisoners of war, criminals, or civilians captured from nowhere. Some warlords like to drive their unarmed prey into the forest and then shoot them in the back, with the one who kills the most to be cheered and appreciated.

They see the pain, despair, and struggles of others as pleasure.

Billy would have been skeptical until he was preyed on, implanted with a tracker, and thrown into an abandoned amusement park.

When recalling the polite but unwarm smile of the young man at the head, Billy felt a visceral fear.

Devil...... He is the real devil......

Anyway, let's run away first.

Billy was only wearing a pair of pajamas, and he was fine when he ran, but when he stopped, he was shivering in the cold winter wind.

He looked left and right, and saw a low building not far from him, with a dilapidated wooden door that had been blown open by the wind.

No matter, go to shelter from the wind first, or you will freeze to death.

Billy shuddered, hugged himself, and walked towards the hut.

When he walked into the wooden door, he seemed to step on something hard under his feet, like a wooden plank, and made a "click" sound.

Billy glanced casually at his feet, but it was too dark for him to see clearly, and he didn't pay much attention to it, and walked quickly through the door.

When he walked in, the half-hidden old wooden door made a soft noise, and it actually closed automatically.

The clouds dispersed, and the moonlight shone down, illuminating the planks that had been discarded on the ground.

The board was written in a faded red paint—

- "Haunted House".

"Ahh

……

Jensen, the betrayer, ducked behind a small dilapidated train and looked out with trepidation.

In his hand he held a discarded steel pipe, which he had picked up halfway through the road and was his only self-defense tool now.

Jensen is a member of the Baller gang and has been following the Baller boss since he dropped out of school at a young age due to family problems, but unlike other aggressive guys, he believes that the brain is the most useful thing.

When Baller set his sights on the travel industry, Jensen was one of the first to sign up as a tour guide. With his clever mind and eloquence, he was often able to bluff stupid foreign tourists into a daze and buy a pile of broken clay pots as antiques for a fortune.

Of course, there are also occasional fat sheep who are not very obedient.

At this point, it was the other people's turn, and as long as Jensen whistled, the strong men with large tattoos on his body would surround him with a smirk, squeezing the last bill out of the fat sheep's pocket - of course, this was still his Jensen achievement, and the brainless thugs could only mix up a meal of drink.

With this skill, Jensen quickly became the dog-headed military advisor by Bale's side.

When the news came that Uddin Rodest was going to invest in the construction of an amusement park next to Moonlight Town, Boss Bale was so furious that he almost led people to cut them down, thanks to him, Jensen was next to him and desperately stopped him.

- Boss Bale, you have successfully cleared your name, you are now a tourism tycoon, a person of status.

- There are so many ways to kill him Yudin Rodest that you don't need to get your hands dirty.

- Leave it to me, Boss Balak, and I promise to ruin him.

So, Jensen volunteered to join Yudin's company, which had nothing but money at the time, through a forged academic certificate.

At that time, Yudin was young, proud, and skilled, but where was the opponent of a person like Jensen in terms of human feelings?

After helping Yudin solve several pre-designed "troubles", Yudin quickly accepted the "capable", well-connected, "loyal" and good-talking local elite Jensen as a close confidant.

However, Yudin's old friend and boss, Mr. Filor, thought that Jensen was too slippery and untrustworthy, and persuaded Yudin several times, but the latter did not listen, but argued with him a few times, and broke up unhappily.

Jensen was very popular under Yudin, helping Baal's boss find out the news, and at the same time making a lot of money through Yudin's trust, who he didn't let Baal's boss know, but secretly stored it in his own foreign account.