February 1, 18:29.

Eastern Levant, Jerusalem.

In a high-rise building in the city center, a man with slicked-back hair was squatting on the edge of the rooftop, a cigarette between his fingers.

He looked to be in his thirties, with the face of a professional assassin and a physique as perfect as a model in a high-end magazine. He was dressed in a dark armored suit and military boots.

"You really don't follow the usual path," Bamke said, putting a cigarette in his mouth without turning his head.

"I'm used to stretching before participating in control missions."

On the other side of the rooftop, a muscular man dressed in beachwear jumped up, carrying a case of beer in his right hand. It was hard to imagine how this guy climbed up to the twentieth floor with one hand without even breaking a sweat.

"Did we get here too early? Damn, I should have slept a little longer at the base."

“The Asian branch is still missing one operative. Logically, he got off the plane at the same time as you, but I don’t know…” Bamke glanced at the ID card: Fujimoto Ayara. What kind of weird, amateur name is that?

As he was speaking, the iron gate at the entrance to the rooftop was kicked open with a bang.

He Yu wanted to kill someone. He fucking Eoubs. He had only been home and lying down for a short while when he was called over by a phone. According to them, he was only one control mission away from completing his check-in last month. Now there was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: a joint operation. If he completed it, he could be promoted directly to D05. Who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to make a good impression?

Then this honor, like a whirlpool, has a suction force that draws even the most desperate outlaws, fresh from the brink of death, to this religiously charged city, and so the outcome is undoubtedly predetermined.

As for them, being Eoubs's dogs is bad enough, but then they had to fly over overnight without adjusting to the time difference. They're the worst of the worst!

"So," He Yu rubbed his temples, his face grim, "it's just the three of us?"

Fortunately, these two unlucky guys could speak Chinese, thank goodness, otherwise he really was planning to kill them and run away.

Bamke shrugged, took out a tablet, tapped a few times on the screen, and a floor plan popped up: "You two should have looked at the characteristics of Euubs-346 before you set off. This is an aerial view of the city after the mutation."

He Yu walked over and glanced at it, then immediately looked away: "I could draw better with my hands dipped in poop."

Bamk paused, seemingly considering how to answer the question. He cleared his throat and slowly replied, "Well... okay, I know my painting skills could be described as inhumane, but I created them in post-mutation Jerusalem. Those madmen chasing people with chainsaws were indeed a bit terrifying. You two can be more forgiving."

"Then forget I said anything." He Yu pointed to the map and looked at him. "Explanation, thank you."

"Currently, three forces have emerged in the mutated city. First is the drama troupe located in the central area. Those madmen are keen on capturing people to perform shows. Of course, according to the information I have gathered, those shows are all based on the word 'sacrifice'."

The second group would randomly appear in the church and demand that everyone present undergo a baptism ceremony. The so-called baptism... was to cut open a person's stomach and let them drown in their own blood. Those people believed that this would earn them the Lord's mercy.

The third type consists of the civilians of Jerusalem, who, after the mutation, also become unable to communicate and sometimes transform into composite monsters, such as those with the limbs of several people growing from their bodies and dozens of eyeballs on their heads.

"Damn, that sounds disgusting." Fujimoto Ayara grabbed a bottle of beer, bit off the cap with her teeth, and gulped down several mouthfuls. "I really hope that when the competition ends, I'll be assigned to a safe place."

“You should give up that idea as soon as possible.” Bamke lit a cigarette, raised his eyelids and glanced at him: “For the past three months, I have to write a will every night before seven o’clock, so that if I really die there, at least my wife will know where I’ve hidden my secret stash of money over the years.”

He Yu laughed immediately. This foreigner was quite humorous in some ways. He really hoped that he could come back alive this time.

It has to be said that this idea was really too risky. He suddenly remembered a similarly ridiculous unlucky guy named Bai Liang. He wouldn't bother to remember someone's name, especially since it was just a game. Remembering it would be a waste of time, since everyone would die eventually, it was just a matter of time.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he remembered very clearly that the idiot was an unemployed bum who had entered society early because his family did not approve of him. He also had a younger brother and felt that he could survive as long as he survived the battle royale.

He also remembered what Bai Liang said before he died: "I dare not think what he would do if I died." He also said that if he could live, he would definitely fulfill that promise.

Regardless of who he was or what kind of tragic life he led, in the end he was just an ornament for others, just as Eoubs viewed them. You don't need to tell me how important your ideals and ambitions are, or how many people are waiting for you to return. You just need to be too busy to die.

That's enough.

"One minute left." Bamke sighed. He was already somewhat numb. There was a high probability that people would die in this control mission again. Anyway, it always turned out this way. The joint operation was just a formality. They all knew this, but there was nothing they could do about it.

"See you two at dawn."

...

"I really don't want to do this job anymore. The eyes of these lowly people are disgusting. It's like I'm the one who's hurting them."

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