Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2 - Chapter 100

[Player Qileren, start the mission: Gangster Empire. 】

[Mission Background: On January 16, 1920, the United States prohibits alcohol from taking effect. Trafficking in private alcohol has become the main source of income for gangsters in the United States. Gangsters, politicians, and police collusion with each other, and an endless stream of crimes. Billy, the actual gang of the Italian gang in Fick’s new city, is about to marry Willow, the daughter of the gang of the Irish gang, Louise. However, just before the wedding, Billy was shot dead in an underground brothel at 182 Spruce Street. His father, Mario, called back his second son, Ducho, who was studying in the UK to help with internal affairs. After returning home, Ducho quickly sent someone to investigate the cause of his brother Billy’s death. 】

[Mission requirement: Find out another three groups of players to partner and kill within one month. For each other player killed, get 20 days of survival. Killing an NPC by deducting 5 days of survival. Manslaughter partner deducted 30 days to survive. After being killed, 80 days of life are deducted and the copy is withdrawn. If the number of days of survival is insufficient, death is determined. Find the killer who killed Billy and get 30 days to survive. During this mission, it is prohibited to use the props and skill cards that come with it. 】

[Data synchronization countdown, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, synchronization is complete. 】

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“Sir, what do you need?” The voluptuous woman with a thick make-up put a greasy smile on the handsome stranger.

The man in the suit pushed her away impatiently: “Where is Bonn?”

The woman’s smile stiffened for a second. The underground bar and brothel hasn’t been peaceful since the Italian mob boss Billy was found dead on Bonn’s bed half a month ago. Although Bonn repeatedly cried and told that this had nothing to do with him, he was taking a shower and heard a gunshot in the bedroom. He shivered in the bathroom and dared not go out. When the security guard arrived, the bed was left Billy’s body was shot dead.

No one knows who killed him, but he will never be a little male prostitute.

“Take me to Bonn.” The man raised his chin arrogantly, looking down at the woman.

“He … he has guests,” the woman said tremblingly, seeming to think of something, and she became more and more afraid.

The man sneered, put his hand in his pocket, took out his half-handle-gun, and put it back again.

The woman’s face changed drastically, and she took a step back, panicking, “Please, follow me.”

The two walked inward along the narrow passage of the underground bar. As they passed through the bar lobby, there were noisy sounds everywhere. The drunks sang as they touched their glasses. Drink it all.

The man kept his distance from the drunkards, and showed a clear disgust at this absurd land.

Leaving the bar lobby, the two returned to the above-ground world. This is a converted dwelling. The underground part is used to hide from the police to entertain the drunkards. The ground part is the blatant red light district. Unlike other places, It is not only women who provide services, but also beautiful men.

“That’s it,” said the woman, pointing at a red wooden door.

The man took out his hand-gun, opened the safety plug, and kicked the door open. The two people who were snuggling together and flirting inside were immediately scared to sit upright.

“Oh, God!” The woman covered her mouth and ran away in a panic like she saw a ghost.

“Get out.” The uninvited man pointed a gun at the client’s head.

After seeing the muzzle of the black hole, the unscrupulous customer was like a **** with a pinched neck. He immediately raised his hands, rushed out of the room, and covered them up. door.

Now, in this bedroom with only a bed and a sofa, there is only one dangerous man of unknown origin with a gun and a beautiful blond male prostitute.

“You are Bonn?” The man asked.

Bonn raised his head, as if something was brewing in those green eyes under the thick eyelashes.

“Yes, sir.”

“Really?” The man asked again.

His tone was full of danger and doubt.

Bonn cocked his lips and asked wryly, “What are you doubting, sir? But you have lost a guest.”

“If you are dishonest, you will lose more than just a guest,” the man said.

“I dare not have any deception,” Bonn said.

“On the 30th of last month, the one who died in your bed, talk about him.” The man said coldly.

“What do you want to hear? If it’s about his sexuality, I can say it for half an hour, at least.” Bonn said.

“At least?” The man raised an eyebrow with interest.

There was a flash of light in Bonn’s eyes, the two were meaningful, and a smile appeared unconsciously.

“Yes, at least.”

The two dropped the alert by accident, Bonn took out a box Q from the sofa, the man took a box K from his shirt pocket, and was thrown on the coffee table together.

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An hour ago.

“There were four people who received this black invitation. The invitations in your hands were spades, hearts, cubes, and plums. Each of them carried a teammate-your team friendliness is not very willing. “Said the old woman, who was enveloped in a white robe, to the player holding the invitation with a plum mark.

That player also wore a mask and a teammate, but unlike the other volunteers, his teammates were brought in sacks.

“Caught on the road.” The man smiled, his tone relaxed and happy, as if he had invited a passerby to join a cheerful outing.

The man noticed that the two players standing next to him turned their heads and stared at the player with the plum blossom invitation.

Do they know each other? The man thought.

Next, eight of them were informed of the rules and were also given a suit of playing cards. They would enter the copy world, but instead of using their original bodies, they would be randomly attached to an NPC. They needed to find The other players will be killed if they are not teammates. The old woman also kindly reminded them to be prepared for enough survival days, otherwise, if they were killed, those who did not have enough survival days would be directly killed.

“Let’s tell a secret code,” the man said.

“What secret?” His teammate asked.

“When talking to someone who is suspected of being a teammate, add the word ‘at least’ to the end of one of the appropriate words. If the other person answers ‘at least’ in a questioning tone, then the code is correct. How? “

“Good idea, I hope the NPC that I have is not too ugly.” Said his teammates.

“Well, maybe it’s a beautiful boy.” The man laughed.

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“It’s a **** beautiful boy, but the **** is a duck!” Bonn snapped angrily on the table, “Damn, I was about to strangle him when that customer touched my thigh!”

“Kill NPC for 5 days,” the man holding Box K reminded.

“Of course I know!” Bonn took a hard breath, and nicotine calmed him down. “What is your status now?”

“Duccio’s men are now called Ivan. Ducius just returned from England to take over the affairs of the house, and sent his capable assistant-that is, me-to investigate the cause of his short-lived elder brother Billy’s death. He felt this Something went wrong, maybe the group of Irish guys didn’t mean to cooperate at all. “Box K rubbed his cigar and turned to Box Q.” Are there any clues here? “

“How do I know? As soon as I came, his mother was a male prostitute. I have no memory of the past. Fortunately, my mother does not have it, otherwise I will spit it out overnight! This group of dead guys!” Box Q was angry.

“Calm down, this mission is a type of battle royale. The story mission can be done or not, but people must kill. The remaining six players are unknown, and the NPC you have is an obvious target. In order to investigate Billy Many people will run to you for the cause of death. This is a good opportunity. We can set traps to wait for the rabbits to kill one by one. “Box K rolled his eyes and began to figure it out.

Just then the door was suddenly kicked open.

The two men smoking on the sofa suddenly looked up, and saw a man with a black hat holding a pistol-gun, exposing them a “bye” lip.

With a “bang” shot, Bonn’s beautiful head was blasted, and blood flowers splashed on the glass window behind him. He even maintained the action of smoking before dying and slowly fell to the side.

The system prompts: [Box Q is out. 】

Block K responded quickly and slumped to the side and pulled a gun into his pocket, but it was still slow. The killer outside the door calmly aimed at him, and another shot—the ammunition jammed.

Fortunately, the almost dying box K had a chance to catch his breath. He had turned the coffee table over, reached the back of the sofa, pulled out his hand-gun and fired continuously at the gate.

The killer also hid behind the wall, and the situation was at an impasse.

“Dude, I advise you to run now. The movement is so big, and the security guard will come over right away. When there are more NPCs, shooting around you, you will be deducted for 5 days. How many can you kill?” Box K said in his words Disturbing the opponent, while crawling slowly behind the sofa, trying to find a convenient angle for shooting.

“You’re right, good-bye,” said the murderer outside the door, and he did not follow the routine and followed his words.

Box K froze. He wasn’t sure if the other party had really left, or to trick him out.

How to do? If he went out now, would he be shot dead by a guy who actually didn’t leave but ambush the door? But if he doesn’t go out and wait for the security guard, how will he explain Bonn’s death?

No, I can’t go, I would rather wait until the security guard comes. This is obviously an act of self-defense. Even if he entered the police station, Du Qiao would bail him out, but now he is not clear.

Block K settled down, ready to wait quietly for the security guard to come.

The afternoon sun in Fick’s new city was still warm. It was scattered into the room from the blood-stained glass window, and the square K hiding behind the sofa wondered who the other party was, and why he launched a sudden attack on them. Are they sure of who they are?

When he talked with Bonn, the only people he knew were the woman just now, and …

That broker!

Box K suddenly remembered the face of the man outside the door, who was just the gunker he had pointed out from this room!

He is not a broker at all! He, like him, came to Bonn to investigate the players who came to Bonn to investigate Billy’s death!

Fuck, that’s a big deal just now!

Block K is in remorse. If he had known, he should have shot this guy just now. What a chance, he was obviously unprepared just now, but he had a gun in his hand!

Box K pursed his lips, thinking carefully about the actions of the client when he entered the door.

His response was completely an ordinary person who was intimidated and threatened when he was threatened with a gun. It is no wonder that he would be so careless that he never thought of another possibility.

There was still no movement outside, and Block K was agitated. Are the security guards here vegetarian? It’s been a long time and I haven’t come here. I don’t know if the person outside has left.

“You haven’t left yet.” A voice came suddenly behind me.

Block K sat down on the ground in horror, looking back out the window—the glass window that had been splashed with blood, and the man with the black hat pressed the brim with one hand and the hand-gun in one hand, facing him across the glass. Smile slightly.

“Then I’ll take you there, bye.”

A bang fired, and scarlet blood bloomed into a rotten flower in the afternoon sun in Fick’s new city, signaling the beginning of a gangster chaos in the city.

[Block K is out. 】

PPS: Can you read this chapter clearly? I’m worried that everyone can’t understand it at a glance.

Simply put, it is the black hat (player) played by the musician, who has eliminated the two rival players who have just successfully met. I guess everyone must have thought that Bonn was the first girl, naive, how could this always be the same routine: -D