Accompanied by the glowing firelight and the chirping of insects outside.

Inside, everyone enjoyed the food, chatting and laughing, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Merrick, the Triangle Building—

Inside a vast, warehouse-like basement, lights converged, and figures moved about...

It was like a bustling market, with constant chatter.

There were 50 of them in total, with different behaviors and skin colors, including people of all races, including yellow, black, and white.

Their clothing, hairstyles, temperaments, and habits are all different, clearly indicating that they come from different professions.

However, they all had one thing in common: a bewildered expression and excitement in their eyes.

In one corner of the warehouse, five Black men stood together, talking quietly.

Judging from their matching light green camouflage uniforms, the group was clearly a single person.

A black man with a half-inch mohawk and wearing camouflage was chewing gum and slowly moved closer to another black man in front of him.

"Okuga, what exactly is our mission this time? Why aren't we allowed to bring guns? Who are these people? And why are there yellow-skinned pigs here?"

This man's name was Darvat Kant, and he was ranked eighth among the Ten Villains.

The black man named Okuga had a short, slightly curly buzz cut, thick lips, and a skull tattoo around his neck.

This person is none other than Okuga Kerstin, ranked second on the list of the Ten Greatest Villains.

He was tall and straight, about 1.85 meters, exuding the air of a soldier. Beneath his dark skin lay a pair of bright and sharp eyes.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm going to kill someone. I don't know much else, but I've already taken the money, so just do as the employer says."

Upon hearing this, another Black man nearby asked:

"But what kind of talent is worth so many of us taking action?"

"Look, that group of people at three o'clock are clearly in the same line of work as us."

Okuga glanced at him, his brow furrowing slightly.

About ten meters away from the five of them were five people of Asian descent, the man in the lead also wearing camouflage clothing.

He was grayish-brown, had a buzz cut shaped like a pot lid, and a long scar at the corner of his mouth that extended down to his cheek.

"Oh, what a small world! I didn't expect him to come too."

It seems this employer is really rich…

"Captain, who is he?"

"snort…"

Okuga sneered…

"That man's name is Cheng Haojun, and the people next to him are his teammates."

This guy is clearly Chinese, but he came abroad to work as a mercenary.

Two years ago, in the mercenary tournament, we were opponents.

"Huh? So who won?"

"Smack!"

Upon hearing this, Darvat slapped the black man on the back of the head.

"John, you're asking a lot of questions."

The black man named John scratched his head, realizing he might have said something wrong.

Darvat was Okuga's confidant and the one who had followed him the longest.

Judging from the opponent's reaction, their captain was sure to lose.

Okuga clenched his fists, his eyes fixed intently on Cheng Haojun's face.

Losing to someone of Asian descent is the thing he finds most unacceptable.

Because even in 2060, racial discrimination will still exist in other countries.

However, he was more curious about the mission than about meeting Cheng Haojun.

He glanced at the noisy, self-contained small groups present.

Of the 50 people, including his own team, at least 13 were mercenaries or soldiers.

Who exactly is this person that deserves such a large sum of money from the big investor behind the scenes to hire so many mercenaries?

Could the other party also be a wealthy tycoon? Or a political figure from some small country?

As Okuga was thinking, he suddenly noticed that Cheng Haojun, who was not far away, was staring at him with a wicked smile.

The two locked eyes, their gazes filled with a chilling glint, but they did not exchange a single word.

A closer look reveals that only someone who has been on the battlefield and killed can possess such eyes.

Both teams' players noticed this scene and stared intently at each other.

If you gave them a gun at that moment, they would most likely start firing right away...

Mercenaries are a profession with an extremely high mortality rate, operating in the gray areas of various countries.

They are completely different from the country's regular army, without strict discipline or rules to bind them.

Because they don't serve the country or the constitution at all; everything is about money and personal gain, and they have no bottom line.

On the surface, they are soldiers; their actions appear legitimate…

But as long as someone pays the right amount, he'll take any job, from robbery and burglary to murder and arson.

However, the lack of rules does not mean they lack strength.

In fact, their military skills are no worse than those of regular troops.

Combat skills, firearms skills, and psychological qualities all require rigorous selection processes, with the best candidates being weeded out.

The mercenary tournament that Okuga mentioned was an event organized by some mercenary companies, which was also a competition for them to increase their value.

The higher the final ranking, the higher the appearance fee for future missions.

Okuga lost to Cheng Haojun, not only because he couldn't accept being defeated by someone of Asian descent...

His value has also been reduced, and many clients will naturally choose stronger mercenary teams, which is equivalent to stealing his clients.

This line of work is like walking on a knife's edge; every mission is a life-or-death situation, all for the quick money.

He was naturally very unhappy that his competitors were like enemies, and he had always wanted to get rid of this yellow man who was blocking his path to wealth.

Just as the two groups were about to clash, a sound suddenly came from the fence directly above the warehouse.

The crisp, heavy clang of the iron gate immediately drew the attention of the people below who were still talking.

The gray gate behind the fence slowly opened, and five clowns covered in flashy paint walked out, with the leader being none other than the Clown King.

The other four clowns, each holding a submachine gun, stood respectfully guarding either side of the iron gate.

The Ugly Emperor stood by the door, bowing slightly, gesturing for them to enter…

Within three seconds, Makuko, with a cigar in his mouth, walked out of the door and stood in front of the railing.

His face was beaming with a shrewd smile. After scanning the crowd, he stretched out his right hand…

The ugly emperor next to him immediately handed over a megaphone…

"Cough cough!"

Makuko cleared his throat, and the sound from the loudspeaker began to spread…

"Everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is Markuko Tangwede. From the moment you stepped into this place, I have been your boss."

I imagine you all have a lot of questions right now. Don't worry, there will be a Q&A session later.

Makuko flicked his cigarette ash and turned up the volume on the loudspeaker…

“You all come from various professions, and many of you have lives on your hands.”

Some of them were people I hired at great expense.

My purpose is simply to invite you to play a murder mystery game.