American Zombie Detective

Chapter 170 Hell Hunting Competition

The lights quickly moved to the second private room, which was the most crowded.

Five people filed out.

A burly man wearing a hockey mask and wielding a buzzing chainsaw, the chainsaw killer;

A gloomy man wearing a transparent raincoat over dirty overalls, wielding a huge cleaver, the Rain Night Butcher;

A bare-chested primitive man with feathers in his hair and paint on his body, a cannibal;

A woman with long blonde hair, wearing a blood-stained nurse's uniform, and a scarlet, blood-red mask, but carrying a large-caliber shotgun on her shoulder; Blood-faced Nurse.

The last one is the Twisted Clown, dressed in an extremely mismatched clown costume with distorted makeup, a bulging chest, and exaggerated, comical movements that are also deadly and eerie!

"The third set!" Clara waved her arms wildly, as if possessed. "The enigmatic Tarot! The agent of fate!"

Four team members, dressed in black, tight-fitting combat suits, walked out with agile movements.

Their masks bear simple white symbols, representing:

The fool is frivolous and cynical;

The upside-down man's posture is slightly contorted, as if he is enduring pain;

Death stood silently, his expression grim, a long-handled scythe gripped in reverse.

The judge—his posture was dignified, like a pronouncer of judgment!

"And finally!" Clara's voice suddenly turned slick and obsequious: "Elegant killers! Our Gentlemen's Alliance!"

Four men and women dressed in high-end suits or casual wear, wearing exquisite Venetian masks or simple eye masks, walked out.

They didn't look like hunters; they looked more like they were attending a high-class cocktail party.

The doctor—twisting a delicate scalpel in his hand;

The lawyer—holding a tablet, seemingly reviewing the terms of the contract;

The doctor—wearing gold-rimmed glasses, calmly scanned the prey below;

The reporter had a camera hanging around his neck and held a dark, terrifying skull-shaped microphone in his hand.

"Each of the four teams in this competition has paid an $800 million participation deposit!"

Clara's voice was full of inflammatory rhetoric: "The ultimate winning team will enjoy a huge prize of $2500 million!"

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She paused, letting the numbers of money linger in the air for a moment, before the beam of light focused on the students again.

"Now, let me give you a grand introduction to our prey this time: a tender and juicy puppy, twin sisters with alluring bodies, and the final bombshell—"

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Clara swayed her hips as she walked up to Sophie, then suddenly ripped open the girl's clothes. Her cold fingers and hot lips roamed over Sophie's skin, causing Sophie to tremble violently and sob.

"Oh~ Sophie, a top student from the Italian Academy of Fine Arts! She's 168cm tall, full of energy, and supposedly even practiced karate—her score is 10!"

Next was Leah; Clara simply ran her fingers across her tear-streaked cheeks.

"Lia, the girl next door, is gentle and lovely, and good at painting. She was a virgin until yesterday — 10 points."

Then, laughing maniacally, she suddenly walked up to Luigi, who froze in fear.

Clara stretched out her hand, which was painted with black nail polish, and with a ripping sound, roughly tore open his shirt, revealing his pale chest.

"Look at this young heart, how fast it's beating!"

She sneered and then stuck out her scarlet tongue, like a cold snake's tongue, slowly licking Luigi's chest, before sucking hard with her lips, leaving a bewitching and eerie red mark.

Luigi was so frightened he almost fainted, and a desperate sob escaped his throat.

"Luigi, rich kid, decent physique, quarterback on the football team — 15 points."

"George, the nerdy guy who works on electronics and communications, once fought a cat to a standstill—15 points."

"Luc, his hip-hop skills are just as good as his womanizing skills. I hope he can find his fans in the jungle — 15 points."

Finally, she turned sharply to the welded-together SUV, the pale beam of light illuminating the car body like a coffin.

She pressed her face almost against the driver's side window, a distorted smile on her face as she looked at Qin Jin inside through the glass.

"And next! The main course! The grand prize!"

She screamed and suddenly ripped open the front of her leather jacket with her free hand. Two large, pale breasts sprang out without warning, exposed to the cold air and light, their tips painted an eerie black.

She didn't care at all; instead, she used them to press against the car window glass and twist wildly at Qin Jin, who was expressionless inside.

"Look! The strong and composed LAPD detective! Mr. Qin! Worth—30 points!"

She gasped, her voice tinged with a morbid adoration: "From what we observed, there didn't seem to be any decent weapons in his car—but!"

She abruptly took a step back, pointing her finger at Qin Jin through the glass, her tone becoming extremely dangerous and excited: "We all know! Professionals can turn anything into a weapon! Right? That will make the game more fun! More exciting! Hahahaha!"

The buzzing from the stands grew even louder.

Clara moved slightly away, pointing to Alessa, who was huddled in the passenger seat, looking at her coldly with her gray-blue eyes.

"As for the cute little girl next to him? Heh, maybe she can be a freebie? Rating: 5 points."

After the introduction, Clara stepped back a few paces and waved her hand.

"The rules!" Clara shouted, silencing the commotion in the studio. The giant screen behind her lit up, displaying a detailed satellite map:

This map is enormous, depicting mountains and rivers. Four bright dots, numbered 1, 2, 3, and 4, are marked at the four corners of the map. In the center, there is a shadowy area marked with a castle-shaped icon, which looks particularly abrupt and mysterious.

Clara pointed her laser pointer upwards: "This is a map of the hunting grounds! It covers an area of ​​50 square kilometers and includes forests, rivers, lakes, and cliffs—"

"The hunters will draw lots to enter from four entrances: A, B, C, and D."

"The rules are simple: seven days to hunt! Kill your prey by any means, take a picture, and upload it to earn points. Regular kills earn base points. But there are some—fun bonus items!"

Her voice rose, filled with malice: "Drowning prey in the lake, score multiplied by 1.2! Pushing prey off a cliff to its death, score multiplied by 1.2!"

Her laser pointer pointed to the shadowy area marked with the castle symbol: "As for this place, it's truly forbidden territory—wolf howls, blood moons, demons, and—heh, who knows? If we can lure our prey into this shadowy area in the center of the map and kill them—"

She deliberately dragged out her words to create a terrifying atmosphere: "Multiply the score by 1.5!"

"The prey will be randomly dropped into various locations throughout the area. As for our esteemed 30-point sheriff—"

Clara smiled mysteriously: "He will enjoy special treatment—he and the car will be personally operated by our Mr. K and randomly dropped from above the treetop!"

Where will he land? In the middle of the lake? On a treetop? Or—with a crash, smash into scrap metal? Let's wait and see!

"Supplies will be airdropped every two days. During the hunt, cooperation or trade between teams—in any form—is permitted," Clara added, her tone ambiguous.

"Wishing you all the best in your hunt! Of course, if there are still any remnants after seven days," our cleaners will be happy to assist.

At that moment, the man from the elite group, referred to as the lawyer, suddenly spoke, his voice coming through the mask with a hint of cold interest: "That little girl who scored 5 points. Whoever catches her, I'll personally offer an extra 200 million US dollars. Alive."

The doctor beside him chuckled: "Tsk, 100 million for 5 points? Mr. Lawyer, your tastes are still as—peculiar as ever."

The reporter tapped the table with the skull-shaped microphone: "Watch out, lawyer. I bet a million that those five points aren't so easy to get."

The hunters' frenzy reached its peak, their howls nearly lifting the roof off the factory shed.

Clara reveled in the frenzied atmosphere. Finally, she stepped into the center of the arena, like Death making his final roll call: "Now, let's hear—the prey's last lament? After all, mercy is part of the game, isn't it?"

Her words were like the tongue of a viper, licking at everyone's fear.

She ripped the tape off Sophie's mouth. Sophie erupted with all her rage and despair: "You devil! You bitch! You'll go to hell!"

Clara lashed out with her whip across the face, leaving a bloody welt. Amidst the screams, she walked toward Leah with a cold smile.

Leah said nothing, her eyes vacant, her face stiff, as if even her soul no longer belonged to her.

Clara lifted her chin with the tip of her whip, giving her a sweet yet cruel look.

It was the turn of the three boys.

Luigi, as if grasping at a last straw, screamed hysterically, "Money! My family has plenty of money! Let me go! Ten million! Twenty million dollars! My father will give you all of that!"