North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 532 - 310 Security Check_3
No wonder this group wasn't afraid at all.
Dean also discovered that the few people who had come up before them, after seeing that the masked men made no move, had also gathered the courage to approach them. They began sharing their experiences of arriving and recounting the events that had transpired.
"What? You're saying that three people were shot and killed on this deck earlier?" a woman exclaimed, her shock evident as she looked incredulously at the woman speaking to her.
The woman who had given the warning quickly covered the other's mouth, regretfully glancing at the masked men. Seeing they weren't looking in her direction, she whispered angrily, "Believe it or not, this game is simply not as safe as we imagined!"
After speaking, she retreated to her previous position.
The other men and women who had come up first also didn't dare continue speaking with this third group, fearful that these simpletons would bring trouble upon them.
In a corner, Dean pondered. Through their conversations, he had spotted some patterns.
The players boarded the ship in batches, categorized by type.
The first to board were ten people, all experts in various extreme sports in real life. They had been invited to this larger game after participating in some offline obstacle challenges.
Among them, three individuals had disregarded the receptionist's warnings and brought electronic devices. They ended up being shot on the spot, terrifying the remaining seven.
The second group to board included Dean and Chester Dean.
As for their identities, they were FBI agents when they received their invitations. At that time, they had also exposed the Lucifer Game Organization, which had secretly set up a hunting ground in a small town on the outskirts of Las Vegas.
The seven men and women who came up in the third batch were all gamers in real life.
The games they played included one of the pixel games that Harry and his colleagues at the Los Angeles Police Department had been obsessed with.
After continuously clearing these games, this group eventually received invitations to a battle royale game.
Dean guessed that the people joining later would follow a similar pattern: similar identities, somehow entangled with the Lucifer Organization for some reason, and finally selected as players for this game.
Perhaps it was due to the abnormal reaction of the first group of players who boarded.
The third batch of men and women, though skeptical and even suspecting that the others were intentionally trying to psychologically pressure them to gain an advantage in the game, were much quieter. They huddled together, whispering among themselves. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Seeing the excitement and anticipation still on their faces, Dean knew these people hadn't yet grasped the reality of the situation.
Before long, the fourth batch of game players, led by the same old man who had received Dean earlier, boarded the cruise ship.
This group consisted of only six people: five men and one woman.
However, these six individuals clearly had significant backgrounds. As soon as they boarded, they formed some kind of defensive formation, vigilantly scanning their surroundings. Some even instinctively reached for their waists.
Next, the same process unfolded. The lead masked man, who resembled a silverback gorilla, stepped forward to confirm the identities of these six individuals.
In a corner, Cheston En tilted his head slightly and whispered to Dean, "Boss Dean, these people are definitely professionally trained. They've killed before. They might even be colleagues from some special agency!"
Without turning his head, Dean replied softly, "They're not from a special agency. These guys are likely active mercenaries. See that inconspicuous scar-faced man? He has the highest status among them; probably the team leader or something similar."
Cheston En followed Dean's gaze, trying to see the people Dean indicated, but he realized that from his position, it was difficult to make out their faces in the darkness.
"Boss Dean, you have really good eyesight," Cheston En muttered to himself, no longer paying attention to them and curling up into a ball.
This way, he could minimize the body heat lost to the cold, damp sea breeze, and maintain a decent physical state.
He didn't notice that Dean's gaze wasn't fixed on those men at all.
From the moment these people boarded the ship, Dean's gaze had subtly locked onto the face of the only woman among the six. A ferocious Black Widow tattoo spread across the right half of her face, crossing her nose and eye socket, an intimidating sight.
There she was! The woman from the sixth clue on the envelope had appeared!
The sixth clue read:
"Find the woman with a spider tattoo on her face.
She is the key to your survival."
What was this woman's identity? And why would the person who gave them the hint say she was the key to their survival?
While Dean was pondering, the six people from the fourth batch, led by a sailor, entered the small security screening room one by one.
