59: Chapter 59 Who accepted the bounty? I'll join in the fun too.

The dark web's servers almost crashed.

Two hundred million US dollars.

This wasn't just a number; it was a one-way ticket to so-called "freedom." It was enough for anyone walking on the edge of darkness to clean up their identity, buy a private island in the Caribbean, and then squander the rest of their life in the company of yachts and young models.

"Crazy."

"The world has gone completely crazy."

This was the only consensus in the underground world at this moment.

No one had ever seen someone put a bounty on themselves, let alone voluntarily increase the bounty because they thought it was too low. It was like a plump, delicious roast chicken that not only roasted itself until it was sizzling with oil but also jumped into a pack of wolves to perform a pole dance.

Was it a trap?

Definitely.

Anyone whose brain hadn't been kicked by a donkey knew this was a massive trap. Since that Easterner named Chen Yuan could tear a tank apart with his bare hands, he was definitely not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But so what?

That was two hundred million US dollars!

In the face of absolute profit, reason was like the underwear on a prostitute—it could be taken off at any time.

"This is a chance given by God."

Countless assassins wiped their gun barrels while silently reciting this in their hearts.

...

San Verde, this border city that was already chaotic, turned into a powder keg that could explode at any moment within just twenty-four hours.

All flights were fully booked.

Every hotel, even those motels without hot water, had hung up "Full" signs.

The atmosphere on the streets became eerie and tense.

You would notice that those petty thugs who usually only knew how to steal and pilfer had disappeared, replaced by groups of strangers wearing trench coats and carrying guitar cases or cello cases.

Their eyes were cold, their steps steady, and when they passed each other, invisible sparks would burst into the air.

It was the scent of mutual repulsion between the same kind.

"Boss, this is the last box of bullets."

In the largest underground weapon shop in the south of the city, the bald boss shrugged at the blonde woman in sunglasses standing in front of him while counting stacks of US dollars.

"Business has been too good these past few days; even the stock from World War II has been bought out."

The beautiful woman didn't speak.

She casually swept the box of bullets into her bag, threw down a stack of money, and turned to leave. Her high heels clicked crisply on the concrete floor, sounding like a countdown for the coming death.

And behind her, several men who looked like tourists were staring at her back, their hands quietly reaching for their lower backs.

"Don't start anything in the shop."

The boss didn't even look up while wiping a revolver. "Once you're out the door, kill however you want, just don't dirty my floor."

This was San Verde now.

The air contained not just the smell of dust, but also a strong, pungent odor of gun oil and the smell of sweat triggered by adrenaline.

Everyone was a hunter.

Everyone was also prey.

And as the instigator of all this, Chen Yuan still thought the fire wasn't burning hot enough.

Just as the heat of that bounty post was subsiding slightly, he posted another status update.

【Tonight at eight, top floor of Jile Nightclub.】

【Private pool party.】

【No security checks, no bodyguards, only fine wine and music.】

【Also, for the first ten "guests" to arrive at the top floor, I have extra little gifts to give.】

Below this message, he even attached a floor plan of Jile Nightclub, thoughtfully marking all escape routes and ventilation duct entrances.

This was nothing short of naked humiliation.

It was like saying to assassins all over the world: I've opened the door for you, come in if you have the guts.

Night fell.

The block where Jile Nightclub was located was sealed off.

But it wasn't the police who sealed it off; it was a suffocating silence.

The neon lights that were usually noisy were still flashing, but the streets were completely empty. Even the stray dogs tucked their tails and fled into the sewers; their keen instincts told them that this place would turn into hell tonight.

And in those dark alleys, on the rooftops opposite, and even under the manhole covers of the sewers, countless greedy eyes were staring fixedly at the brightly lit building.

"Target confirmed."

"He is on the top floor."

"That lunatic... he's really holding a party."

Through high-powered binoculars, one could see only one person by the open-air pool on the top floor. Chen Yuan.

He was wearing a loose white bathrobe, the open collar revealing his solid pectoral muscles. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, barefoot, strolling slowly by the pool as if he were walking in his own living room.

No tyrants.

No guards.

Not even that inseparable blonde female secretary was by his side.

He was exposed, completely defenseless, under the crosshairs of countless sniper scopes, even occasionally raising his wine glass to toast in some direction in the void.

"He is provoking us."

On the rooftop opposite, a sniper with camouflage paint on his face gritted his teeth, his finger resting on the trigger, trembling slightly.

"This is definitely a trap! There must be C4 buried under that pool! Or there's an invisible defensive force field around it!"

The observer next to him swallowed nervously, "Don't shoot! Whoever shoots first becomes the pathfinder! Let him live a little longer!"

No one dared to fire the first shot.

Everyone knew this was a trap, but the bait worth two hundred million US dollars was just too tempting.

So tempting that they were willing to bet their lives on it.

Chen Yuan walked to the railing and looked down at the bottomless darkness beneath his feet.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could feel it.

The rapid breathing, the suppressed heartbeats, and those brainwaves twisted by greed.

The Red Queen's holographic interface unfolded before his eyes.

Dense red dots, like a swarm of hungry army ants, had surrounded the entire building completely.

"One, two, three..."

Chen Yuan counted softly, the smile on his lips growing broader, "It seems there are even more guests tonight than I imagined."

"Since everyone is here, standing at the door is so boring."

He drained the red wine in his glass and casually tossed the crystal glass, worth several thousand dollars, down the building.

"Clang!"

A crisp shattering sound was exceptionally piercing in the silent night sky.

It was like a starting gun.

"Do it!"

Someone shouted in the darkness, though it wasn't clear who.

Immediately after.

Countless dark shadows darted out from every corner, like a swarm of moths to a flame, rushing frantically toward the building filled with temptation and death.

Chen Yuan turned around, leaning his back against the railing, and closed his eyes.

He opened his arms as if to embrace this impending bloody feast.

"Welcome to..."

"My hunting ground."