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

In an abandoned building in Brooklyn, New York.

Renee, wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform, held a thousand-dollar cigar in his mouth and looked at the slowly rising sun.

And then behind him.

They were eleven men with serious expressions, wearing various clothes and different skin colors.

But the same thing is...the eyes of these eleven men are extremely cold and numb, and their bodies are covered with various scars. It seems that they have long been accustomed to the state of hanging by a thread.

At present, they did not ask or make any noise, but quietly arranged the advanced weapons in their hands and the necessary equipment for later operations.

It is clear.

These eleven people...are the killer team controlled by Reni.

Most of them are mercenaries who survived the meat grinder-like battlefield of the Middle East and retired.

A few of them were originally professional killers, and were invited by Reni to join his killer team.

"Tap-tap-tap——"

Just when everyone was sorting out their equipment.

A clear sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the unfinished building.

Three seconds later.

A handsome man with long blond hair wearing tight clothes, resembling a ballet dancer, quickly came behind everyone.

As if he had come all the way, he was holding his knees and panting, complaining.

"Your Majesty."

"I've given you suggestions several times."

"If I want to find a slightly better...better base camp, every time I climb to this fifteen-story unfinished building, I will really lose half my life."

Hearing these words from the handsome man.

A sturdy black man leaning against the wall, wiping a heavy sniper rifle, let out a somewhat unhappy laugh and mocked.

"Dancer."

"If I were you, I should shut up at times like this and not say stupid things like this that waste time."

"You should be lucky...this time you hit the mark again. If you were one minute late, I would have punched you hard."

"Let you understand that as a professional killer, punctuality is the most important quality."

The words fell.

The handsome man codenamed Dancer, who was still joking and complaining, suddenly looked sharp with tired eyes, and his chest that was heaving and heaving immediately calmed down.

Like a cold poisonous snake, he squinted at the strong black man leaning against the wall and said viciously.

"hyena."

"You should be glad it's you."

"If you are my assassination target, I have a hundred ways to hang your head on the Manhattan Bridge, do you understand?"

"To be honest, with your assassination skills, you are not even qualified to carry my shoes, do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out.

The black man codenamed Hyena exhaled heavily from his nose and stared at the dancer with wide eyes.

When the two of them dislike each other and seem to be about to take action in the next second.

Reni threw the cigar in his hand to the ground, crushed it gently with his foot, turned his head and said without doubt.

"This mission is important and dangerous."

"I hope you two can put that damn energy into my later tasks instead of just talking nonsense here."

"If you dare to fail this mission, I will twist your heads off with my own hands without anyone else taking action, do you understand?"

After hearing what Reni said.

The dancer and the hyena, who were at war with each other, had dissatisfaction and contempt for each other in their eyes, but they immediately turned their gaze away and stopped saying any harsh words.

Reni sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and then gave a simple but precise order.

"The rattlesnake is dead."

"So our killer team currently has twelve members. This mission will be divided into two teams and all members will be dispatched."

"The first team is led by Dancer, with five other members, and is responsible for finding the professional killer who came to New York City."

"Use your most cruel method to kill them, and record the screen in real time."

"Once you find and kill a professional killer, send the video to me immediately. Until I tell you to stop, you will continue to repeat the task."

"There are a lot of professional killers in New York City right now. Remember... don't let anything happen to me, don't let me down."

This command caused the dancer to immediately lick his dry lips and answer with a ferocious light in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Boss Reni."

"I'm best at killing my colleagues. In this special mission, I can definitely get a perfect score."

Reni did not respond to the dancer's words and continued without hesitation.

"The other team is led by a hyena."

"The target is all the senior executives of the Morgan Consortium. Surveillance, tracking, and killing. These six words are your mission requirements."

"Find out the senior executives of the Morgan consortium and look for suitable opportunities to kill them."

"The time limit is the same as a dancer's task. As long as I don't say stop, I just keep doing the song."

After hearing these words.

The hyena nodded vigorously, indicating that he understood the requirements of this mission.

Then Reni looked around at everyone present, and said sharply with extremely serious and unquestionable words.

"In this mission, there is no chance of failure or restart."

"Either complete the mission or go to meet God, but remember... no matter what the situation, you must not reveal any internal information about the team."

"Start taking action immediately."

......

Two hours after Rennie issued the order.

In the heavy off-road vehicle in a remote park, there was no need for an alarm clock to remind him. Su Ming woke up on his own.

Three hours of deep sleep cleared away the fatigue in his mind, which was enough to cope with the series of subsequent actions today.

After waking up.

Su Ming was not in a hurry to leave the park. Instead, he took out compressed biscuits and water from the back seat and ate them to satisfy his hunger. He took out his mobile phone and opened the underground killer dark network.

There are hundreds of private messages, almost full.

It is clear.

After releasing information about the poker organization yesterday, those professional killers obviously became even more crazy.

Click on the nearest private message.

It was discovered that the content was not information about the poker organization, but rather a question about whether the reward was real or not.

Su Ming didn't even think about answering and immediately closed the page.

Any professional killer with some experience would not doubt the authenticity of the reward when he saw the word "Morgan Consortium".

Then click on the next one.

The content is still worthless, and there are even obvious fabricated elements in it.

Regarding this situation, Su Ming also had a certain estimate. Faced with such a huge reward, there would be many professional killers trying to get five million US dollars by making up false information.

If he didn't want to waste time on making up news like this, Su Ming also had his own ideas.

Under the temptation of five million dollars, those professional killers who are sure that they have information will definitely worry about not getting the money and the message will be ignored, so they will definitely send more messages repeatedly.

In this way, you only need to determine which dialog box has a larger number of private messages, and you will have a high probability of finding real information.

Just when Su Ming kept scrolling down to check.

A user nicknamed Venomous Bee instantly attracted his attention.

Because this poisonous bee sent him nearly sixty messages, basically every five minutes.

Immediately click on the dialog box, and a piece of information repeated dozens of times comes into view instantly.

[The king of the poker organization once worked as a mercenary in the Middle East battlefield for three years, codenamed Lion King. Many of his killer team members were his mercenary comrades. 】

This special information made Su Ming quickly narrow his eyes.

Su Ming has actually been curious since the beginning... from what channels the poker organization was able to recruit so many mercenaries.

Now through this information, the question that puzzled Su Ming seems to have been answered.

But this information still needs to be verified. Su Ming did not immediately offer a reward of five million, but replied in the dialog box.

[Give me some time to verify, and as long as the information is correct, a reward will be given]

Su Ming was not in a hurry to verify it, but continued to check other private messages.

Read on carefully.

Another private message sent by another user with the nickname "The Last Supper" was sent five times, which made Su Ming curious.

Click to open the dialog box.

This professional killer, codenamed "The Last Supper", also sent the same information five times.

But the specific content made Su Ming immediately narrow his eyes and become even more serious.

[I am a classmate of K. He was once a computer science student at Harvard University and won many international programming competition championships. However, he dropped out of school for no apparent reason and left the campus. I heard that he... received an invitation from a professor at the school. To build a special company that can change the world]