After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

This scene.

It's not just in the Hornets.

Basically...all the professional killers who come to New York City specifically, hoping to get huge rewards, after seeing this newly released information.

They originally felt that the US$100 million was not easy to earn, and they had no clue or entry point, but they quickly became excited.

I even felt that... as expected of the wealthy Morgan consortium, they already had so much information and were willing to spend a lot of money to offer it as a reward.

Many professional killers, after seeing this information.

He was also sure that the clues he just sent privately would definitely lead to a reward of five million US dollars, so he immediately started sending repeated private messages.

The moment the information comes out.

All professional killers in the United States have completely fallen into madness.

No matter who you are, you have to take a bite of the 1.5 billion US dollar cake. After finishing this piece of cake, you can retire and enjoy your life.

......

now.

At a beachfront vacation home in Staten Island, New York.

J, Q, and K, along with No. 10, hid in this place to avoid being dug out by Su Ming.

This seaside holiday villa is Q's rather secretive private property. Even J and K didn't know it before.

Originally, Q only planned to bring J and K, leaving the other digital card members to hide on their own.

But in order to prevent what happened to No. 8 from happening again, K insisted on bringing No. 10 with him. Now... he can only feel completely relieved when he sees No. 10 under his nose.

Have to admit.

K still regrets...why he didn't stop No. 10 in the first place, and even thought that he could help him clean up his mess.

But any regrets are of no use.

He lost to Su Ming again, the professor was disappointed in him again, and No. 8 even gave up his life.

Just when K felt regretful.

J, who was sitting next to him with a bandage on his palm, glanced at K beside him, who had been completely absent-minded since leaving the abandoned factory, and sighed.

"Brother K."

"Don't think about Number Eight."

"Right now, we have to pay attention to the whereabouts of that dog. Has the professor given any new instructions? Are we still allowed to continue hiding now?"

Hear this.

K also came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and replied.

"No."

"I guess the professor no longer trusts us."

"Now he should be the one to play chess with Su Ming, and let Reni and Riley assist him."

"Although Su Ming is indeed very strong, he still can't compare with the professor. Maybe it won't be long before this matter ends."

The words fell.

Q, who was standing next to him, raised his head and exposed his white neck, as if he was about to say something.

Number 10, who was wearing a cute lolita outfit, walked out with a few avocado sandwiches. He looked at J, Q, and K in a very cautious and flattering tone, and said softly.

"Brother K, Sister Q, Brother J."

"The three of you haven't eaten anything until now. It's not an option to stay up like this. The teacher will definitely help us solve this problem."

"No matter what kind of problem it is, it will no longer be a problem in the hands of the teacher. We can just hide away for a while with peace of mind."

"When this is over, our poker organization will once again..."

Not finished yet.

No. 10 felt Q's cold and disgusting eyes, and immediately wisely shut his mouth and lowered his head without hesitation.

J and K will not do anything to themselves.

But if you offend Q, you will be merciless if you slap yourself.

First to now.

No. 10 felt a dull pain on the left side of his face and did not dare to stay in front of Q for any longer, so he quickly spoke.

"I'm going to wash the kitchen utensils first."

After No. 10 left.

K glanced at the sandwich placed in front of him. Judging from the exquisite appearance, No. 10 had obviously put in a lot of effort, at least not being vague.

He couldn't help but sigh again, as if he didn't want to disappoint her, he picked it up and took a bite, then put it back on the plate.

In order to force myself not to think about No. 8 anymore.

Pick up the mobile phone on the table and log into the world's largest underground dark web, which contains all kinds of news and intelligence, hoping to distract yourself.

But the moment he logged into the dark web.

The hot news information placed in the most prominent position on the home page caught his eye instantly, especially the title, which shocked and shocked his eyes.

The title is: The Morgan syndicate is currently on the underground killer dark web, spending US$1.5 billion to put a bounty on the heads of all members of the poker organization.

After reading this title clearly.

K immediately stood up subconsciously, feeling a chill running down his spine.

Seeing K's rude appearance, Q couldn't help but frown, and then asked in confusion.

"K, what's wrong?"

"Did the professor send an action plan, or something else?"

Regarding this question of Q.

K was silent for several seconds before replying in a hoarse voice.

"problem occurs."

"Old Morgan used US$1.5 billion to place a bounty on us in the underground killer organization."

"And as long as you bring the body of one of us, you can get the first $100 million. Such a huge reward is an irresistible temptation for those professional killers."

"If nothing else happens, every place in New York is extremely dangerous for us now. It is very likely that... there will be professional killers ambushing us."

Speaking of it.

K's eyes became extremely solemn and he said seriously.

"No."

"We can't do nothing. Now I want to ask the professor how to deal with this matter."

......

now.

Just when K said this with a slight panic and wanted to call the professor immediately.

Number 10, who was hiding behind the kitchen wall, heard the message equally clearly.

But compared to the worried and nervous K.

There was a strange light in No. 10's eyes. He bit the nail of his right thumb in his mouth and murmured softly without knowing his emotions.

“$100 million per person.”

"Then one person is... one billion US dollars..."