War in Heaven

Hot winds blow from above the desert, and several vultures pass through the deserted sand to find possible animal carrion.

A hooded off-road off-road vehicle sprinted through the middle of the desert, and huge rubber tires spun rapidly, rubbing the ground to raise large pieces of yellow sand.

In the open Jeep's radio station, the wild heavy metal music kept echoing. Three guys sitting in the back row, one holding a bottle of Budweiser beer, are playing poker intoxication:

"you lose!"

"I will take you down, you cheated on the git..."

"Go to your mother, I am going to shoot!"

The noise and vibration from the back seat caused the face to be covered with a black mask. The driver who was driving was upset. He shouted and shouted: "If you talk nonsense, I will throw you here! Mix things."

"Calm down, calm down!" The dark-haired man in the black jacket sitting at the end put down his bottle and patted the driver's shoulder. The imitation of the American soldier "dog" hanging on his chest engraved him. Name: Clement.

Although the guy said something good in his mouth, his face still had a cynical smirk. He lifted his leg and placed one foot next to the driver's seat. The jeans with the holes were blown by the wind, and the metal pendant of the trousers made a crisp knock.

"I am out of this." Sitting on the left side of Clement, the girl with the explosion of the red T-shirt and denim shorts, a win-winning look, throwing poker in his hand.

At this moment, a sudden hot wind was blowing in front of him, and three people watched the card flew out to the rear of the car and disappeared into the yellow sand.

"Holy-shit!" the girl shouted.

"Shut up." The driver cocked the **** against the rearview mirror: "It's coming, prepare for the battle, do you want to die?"

The three people in the back row throw away the playing cards and look at the outline of the city that appears in the desert. The driver picks up the bloodshot eyes and continues to drive the high-powered off-road vehicle through the yellow sand.

——A huge city that is completely inconsistent with the desert. It appears in the sand in front of the sky. At the top of the towering skyscraper, there are lights that direct the plane. Several large passenger planes rush into the sky and bring white lines to the blue sky. .

The ever-expanding urban profile has caused the four people in the jeep to have their eyes widened. From this perspective, the city's prosperity is even higher than that of New York.

After the deserted desert, suddenly encountered this incomparably prosperous metropolis, under the strong contrast, the shock is even better. Just when the four people were secretly feeling in their hearts, they saw a white light suddenly appearing in the sand in front of them.

"Sit on!"

The driver slammed the steering wheel to the right, a red light screaming with a deafening bang, smashing the windshield in front of the jeep and directly hit the man in the back row, the white T-shirt.

"Uh--"

The man didn't even have time to make a scream, and the body was bombarded into two pieces by the large-caliber armor of the anti-equipment gun. The upper body flew directly to the rear of the body and disappeared into the yellow sand of the sky. The lower body that was broken from the waist was still sitting in the car. In the meantime, spurting blood around.

"The trough!"

Clement screamed loudly, reaching for the legs still sitting in the seat, throwing the half of his companion out of the car, looking at the girl next to the explosion and asking, "Are you okay?"

"Fortunately, the makeup is a little spent..." The girl who was almost taken out of the car, raised her hand to wipe off the blood on her face, and took out a silver-colored Colt M1911A1 pistol from her pocket. Full of shocking scratches.

"Sit firmly, I want to crush that chop!" the driver yelled.

Although the face mask resisted a lot of damage for him, there are still some glass nails beside his eyes. If this guy is not lucky enough, I am afraid it has become a one-eyed dragon.

"Dead, hybrid!"

In the driver's roar, the off-road vehicle bumped a bit, roaring over the sand dunes, the wheels slamming on the sand in front, like a hard object, violently trembled for a moment, a lot of sprayed under the wheel Blood stains.

"Want to run?"

The driver smiled smugly and continued to drive to the metropolis ahead. Sitting in the back seat, Clement took a crumpled business card from his pocket and looked at the red double sword icon painted on it, along with the name next to it:

War observer.

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"The madman said that the ‘party’ is going to start here?” the dark-haired man asked aloud.

"Yeah, don't you know if you look at it yourself?" The driver said with a sigh of relief, and handed a **** flyer to Clement.

The leaflet's paper is very rough and looks like it was printed directly on toilet paper. In addition to the "war observer" double sword icon, it also reads a very exaggerated headline and a few lines. Red letter:

"The arrival of the war observers, the feast of the killing begins! 》

"Hello everyone, this is a war observer. The recent situation is really stupid and disgusting, and there is no point at all. So I specially arrived in the capital of the desert, summoning the world's strongest elite killer, simple to come That is to say - the second 'killing feast' began!"

"What you have to do is kill the task targets marked by me while killing each other in the city. As for how to find the location of the 'marker', what do you ask me to do? Of course, you must see yourself! Self-reliance is the killer. Basic skills right?"

"After killing the marked target, don't forget to take a photo, live to the end and finish the killer with more than three goals, you will get the grand prize provided by me! So... don't miss this event, Killers!"

“What is the grand prize?” Clement asked.

"I know what this is, but the last big prize seems to be 100 million US dollars. Anyway, 'War Watcher' is an idiot with an abnormal spirit, but he is still very trustworthy, just do what he said!"

The driver said that he was pushing the throttle to the end, and the jeep went to the metropolis in the desert.

Under the clear sky, undercurrents flow.

In addition to this group of killers, the world's elite killers are taking a variety of transportation to the luxury city standing in the desert:

Sitting in the economy class of the passenger plane, the female office worker in a professional attire hides the ceramic saber that can pass any security check.

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

The tramp, leaning against the dirty alley wall, flashed a subtle spot in the cuffs.

The cute girl in a white pleated skirt clenched the tiny syringe hidden in the palm of her hand.

......

In a gloomy corner, watching dozens of LCD screens covered with walls, sitting on the sofa, the face of the "clear", raised his hand and picked up a cigar, then launched a sticker A voice changer on the throat, with open arms, makes a strange electronic sound:

"I am a 'war observer,' welcome to the banquet, friends!"