Waiting in Ambush

The Executioner had spent the night thinking things over again and again. He had barely slept.

After weighing everything, the Drunkard was indeed the most dangerous player in this game.

Joining forces with him and using him to eliminate the other Death Game players had been a good idea.

But now the game was progressing beyond his control, and the Drunkard was about to eliminate him too. That was a serious problem.

The Executioner didn't dare go out at night.

Who knew whether the insider got stronger at night?

This game was probably taking place in the depths of winter. It didn't get light until after six thirty.

The Executioner had waited until then to get ready and go out.

He hid in the passageway leading from the Third Floor to the rooftop.

He held a loaded Crossbow Gun, keeping his eyes fixed on the Drunkard's door.

"Heh..."

"If you dare come out, whether you're the insider or a good guy, I'll take you out first!!!"

Using someone else to do the killing was no longer an option.

There was no one left in this game who could kill the Drunkard.

He had to do it himself.

Killing the wrong person would waste points.

He'd earned every one of those points with his life, and the Executioner had originally wanted to save them.

But now he felt the danger was too great for him to keep worrying about that.

If he couldn't survive this game, what use were his points?

They'd be completely useless!

In the outside world, the Executioner was a hitman.

Of course, he wasn't some amazing hitman like the ones in movies.

Sometimes a boss would pay to have someone dealt with.

The Executioner worked for those bosses, lying in wait for their targets and dealing with