Chapter 947: First Task Issued! No Need to Search!

He pressed the pause button in time.

The screen suddenly froze.

Su Yang looked at the dead body's condition on the screen, and immediately made a zooming gesture on the Control Console table.

As the camera zoomed in, the neck wound came into clear view.

Just as the news anchor said.

A very obvious laceration.

From the uneven torn edges, it looks more like the bite of some Fierce Beast.

Apart from that, there are no other injuries on the body.

The neck only has a bite-sized hole.

Compared to a sudden death, it seems more like death from excessive bleeding.

"Could the murderer also be a Gene Modification Warrior?" a flash of insight flashed in Su Yang's eyes.

Just as he wanted to investigate, a 'beep‑beep' sound came from his Hand Ring.

Su Yang touched the Hand Ring, and the Supervisor's voice immediately sounded.

"Demon, now I issue your First Task—"

"Kill the Gene Modification Warrior causing trouble in the Lower City District, within a six‑hour time limit."

"During the period, do not cause panic among residents, and do not let any electronic device capture evidence."

"After killing, call the Cleaner, and let them handle the corpse."

"Target information and location will be available in five minutes."

The voice was indeed that of the Supervisor.

But the tone had no inflection.

It sounded more like a processed AI.

Su Yang looked up, Vision Perception the projection, thoughtful.

If he's not mistaken, the person he has to kill is exactly the murderer from the news broadcast.

Gene Modification Warrior causing trouble on one side?

"Imperial Company creates Killing Machines without any control measures?" Su Yang couldn't help but doubt.

In fact, he had long harbored doubts about this.

As a being hundreds of times beyond ordinary humans.

Once out of control, it would not only waste investment and effort.

It could even pose a risk to the company itself.

Yet Su Yang, after emerging from the Trial, only performed a simple strength test, changed clothes, and met the Supervisor once.

No control‑related incidents occurred during that period.

If Su Yang were the company's head, he would inevitably impose restrictions.

After all, only obedient dogs are worth feeding.

Either…

The company had long embedded restraining seeds in every Gene Modification Warrior's body.

Or—

They are brazen, armed with even more powerful ferocious weapons.

Su Yang leans more toward the first possibility.

But if so, why aren't the externally killing Gene Modification Warriors subject to remote control?

"What exactly does this Death Game want me to do?"

Up to now, Su Yang still hasn't figured out exactly what he's supposed to do.

The clearance condition of the Game Title is survival and completing the Task.

Yet he hasn't received even a single Game Rule yet.

Even the phrase "Complete Task" is extremely vague.

Is it the task given by the rules or the one given by the company?

If it's the former, Su Yang should have known the details long ago.

But if it's the latter…

Imperial Company clearly wouldn't let him, at his peak, retire within a year or two.

"The Game Duration isn't even specified; do you expect me to spend my whole life here?" Su Yang furrowed his brows.

This is still the first time the Game Theme is clear while the content remains unknown.

Moreover, unlike the final Death Game of the first and second phases.

The map is vast.

The first "Song of Blood and Fire" took place on an Island, with over a thousand participants.

The second "Bloody Black Gang" was set in Jinshan City, with a Game Duration of a full year!

Now, arriving at the final Death Game of the third round…

It blends both game modes, yet unexpectedly yields many unknowns.

It should be noted that the first was caused by Su Yang's own "Deception" of the whole scenario.

The second resulted from "The End", merging the two games into one.

Then…

"Is someone also pulling strings behind this time?" Su Yang narrowed his eyes.

So far, Su Yang still does not know how many players are in this game.

He also does not know what the player limit is.

But one thing is certain—

All players must be Gene Modification warriors!

Moreover, Su Yang feels in the dark that this Death Game should be connected to others.

Otherwise, why the secrecy?

"Ding—"

At that moment, the killer's information and location came through.

Su Yang raised his hand and pointed out the Projection.

A portrait then appeared before his eyes.

The middle‑aged man was slightly plump, only 1.6 m tall.

His hair was slightly wavy, and his eyelids drooped.

The information showed—he is just a Lower City District Normal Difficulty mover.

He worked diligently for twenty years, and last month finally bought a house of his own.

He has no wife and no pets.

He is alone.

The location is…

"Lower City District Mingguang Street No. 32."

Suddenly, the Supervisor's AI voice sounded again: "Task start, Demon, please complete it as soon as possible."

"During Task execution, if target location Transform, the liaison department will promptly send updated coordinates."

"After Task ends, the system will give an appropriate evaluation based on your performance."

Finally, Su Yang saw the Cleaner's contact information.

He then destroyed all the information, took off his suit jacket and tie, changed shoes, and went out.

Just as he opened the door, gazing at his refined self in the mirror, a thought suddenly flickered.

"A bit too gentle, not matching my tone."

Speaking, Su Yang's gaze abruptly changed, shifting from Angel to Demon.

As his Brow showed a meaning both righteous and wicked, Su Yang's Mouth corner twitched.

"Now that's right…"

"Bang!"

Going downstairs, he found the original driver had been waiting for a long time.

Su Yang said no more, got in the car and left.

Half an hour later, he entered the Lower City District.

It was completely different from the neon‑lit Central City District.

The buildings here were extremely dilapidated, and the streets were filled with vendors.

There were also many people in ragged 'walking dead' attire.

Looking out from the car, he often saw some dazed people Laugh at him.

Their eyes bore a strong 'resentment of the rich' meaning.

With no concealment at all.

"Sir, I can only drop you off here; the rest of the way you must walk yourself."

"Thank you."

"Wish you good luck."

Su Yang opened the door, stepped out, and immediately smelled a foul stench.

It resembled a gas combining sewer odor and human waste.

It made one feel nauseous.

Instinctively he covered his Nose and walked along this dirty, trash‑strewn street.

"Wuhu~ another person in a suit has arrived!"

"Everyone welcome!"

"This lady‑boy is really handsome, and the butt is quite perky."

Su Yang's appearance made the surrounding people both excited and a bit panicked.

He ignored them and headed straight toward the target location.

At that moment, a hand suddenly reached into his trouser pocket…

"Snap!"

Su Yang moved so fast that he grabbed a pair of disposable chopsticks from a vendor's table and clamped the mischief‑making hand.

His gaze sidelong, staring at the young man with a mouth full of yellow Teeth.

"Did you feel anything?"

"No…nothing." The young man was both startled and angry, trying to withdraw his hand but was horrified to find Su Yang's strength unusually great.

He actually pinched his palm with just a pair of chopsticks.

Unable to move!

Su Yang looked around, speaking softly: "There are no cameras here, right?"

"Hmm?" The young man was startled.

Su Yang tilted his head to the side, slightly cocked it, "Is there?"

"None…"

"Bang!"

A fleeting afterimage flashed by, the young man immediately arched his body and was flung backward, spewing blood wildly in mid‑air.

Like a kite with its string cut, it arced in a parabola and slammed hard into the wall.

His body instantly turned into a puddle of soft mud, slowly sliding into the trash can.

"Snap!"

The trash‑can lid closed, and the scene fell silent.

Su Yang lowered his head, Vision Perception the slightly soiled shoe sole, Brow furrowed.

In the next instant, he turned his head, Vision Perception the stallholder.

The latter looked as if he had seen a ghost in daylight, sharply Retreat.

"How much for the chopsticks?"

"Huh?" The stallholder was instantly startled, then realized the other had no ill intent, waved his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need!"

"I don't like owing others."

Su Yang tossed the steel piece he had retrieved from the young man's pocket.

"duang~"

The steel piece landed on the stall, spinning continuously until it stopped.

"Five bucks?!"

The stallholder jerked his head up, only to see that the handsome young man had already gone far, his figure vanished from sight.

But the voice came along.

"No need to look for (him)."