At this moment, in front of a giant screen, countless real-time images were playing, feeding back everything happening on the island to this screen.
The Assassin's Alliance's unique equipment, combined with real-time data transmitted by watches, constantly tabulated statistics, and the highest-scoring teams would be ranked at the very top.
The first-ranked team occupied the first screen. At this moment, the person on the screen was executing two other assassins in a kneeling position. The score displayed in the upper right corner was 88 points, meaning this small team had already killed 44 people.
The organization name displayed below the score was the Round Table Council.
The second-ranked team had 82 points, with 41 KPIs, and belonged to Ouroboros.
The third-ranked team had 78 points, with 39 KPIs, and belonged to the ICA.
The fourth-ranked team had 68 points, with 34 KPIs, and belonged to the Big Circle.
The fifth-ranked team had 54 points, with 27 KPIs, and belonged to the High Table.
The top five organizations had already eliminated 185 people.
There were still 116 people left, which meant at least 25 teams remained.
And 26 hours had already passed, leaving only 22 hours until the 48-hour mark.
The ranking competition was extremely cruel and bloody, yet the various techniques and methods they displayed were breathtaking.
It left all the spectators following this feast of slaughter thoroughly satisfied.
The backend could see the names of all the teams, but the live audience did not know them. Especially Johnny's team, every member was masked, and no one revealed their facial features, making it impossible for anyone to identify which faction this team belonged to.
So, the audience gave them a special nickname: the Masked Men Team.
"Hoo hoo, look at what Masked Man No. 1 is doing?"
"Shouldn't they be moving forward? Why are they resting here? And they've been resting for almost two hours?"
"Come on, they've already taken out so many people. With such efficient movement and effectiveness, they deserve a rest. After all, their physical exertion must be severe."
"One thing I'm curious about is why everyone only listens to Masked Man No. 1's command?"
"Don't you know there can only be one brain in a team?"
"The fact that you can ask such a question makes me suspect you're not an assassin at all."
"Maybe he's a noob."
"Who knows?"
The bullet comment section was diverse, with all sorts of discussions, both praise and criticism, good and bad.
The live stream room of the first-ranked Round Table Council was also quite lively. They greatly admired the Round Table Council's methods of killing.
And they also expressed great fondness for their fierce combat style. It was just a pity that the Round Table Council only had 4 members left so far.
One of their teammates was ambushed and eliminated in a previous battle. Otherwise, with their formidable combat ability, it would have been very difficult to take them down.
"Wow, I didn't expect Ouroboros to send Thorn out!"
"She is my goddess!"
"She is the seventh-ranked top assassin of the Ouroboros Family. Aren't they afraid she'll fall here?"
A viewer asked this question, expressing doubt.
Clearly, there were some viewers who recognized these top assassins, but more people expressed complete unfamiliarity with this assassin organization.
"Ouroboros Family? Thorn? What are you talking about?"
"Don't be confused. This is a very mysterious assassin organization. It's not easy to get them to accept a mission, but their assassins are all very powerful."
"To summarize the above: very expensive!"
"Hahaha, what a summary!"
In another live stream room, there were also a massive number of bullet comments discussing. A newcomer to the live stream, not understanding, directly posted a question.
"Who is this big bald guy?"
"Oh, a newcomer, huh? You don't recognize him? He's the famous 47!"
"47?"
"Yes, his name is 47. You can call him Agent 47. He's a top assassin in the ICA."
"Oh! I see!"
Meanwhile, in another live stream room, a group of casually dressed people, guns in hand, were fiercely spraying bullets, turning another team into sieves.
Newcomers watching were confused.
"What faction are these Asians? Why are they so fierce?"
"Haha, it seems you don't understand either. Let me introduce them to you. This is the Big Circle!"
"They are all retired veterans, skilled in weapon usage and tactical coordination. They have defeated forces like the Vietnamese gang and Middle Eastern gangs, controlling 75% of Vancouver's drug market—the Big Circle Gang!"
"Oh, oh, oh, so impressive!"
Watching the furious combat style of those Chinese people in the live stream, the bewildered viewers could only type out "so impressive."
However, this live stream room was still predominantly Chinese, so the language of communication was almost entirely Chinese characters.
In short, each live stream room had its own group of fans enthusiastically discussing, analyzing their tactics, combat skills, and strategies in all aspects.
Such a wide variety of tactics and combat methods, and so many top assassins from different assassin organizations, showcasing their abilities and results in this live stream room, was extremely rare.
Many assassins learned a lot of knowledge from these live streams. Some live streams continued, while others turned into black screens mid-broadcast.
The competition was that cruel: win and continue, lose and exit directly to have tea with Satan.
At this moment, Johnny and his four teammates were perched on a mountaintop, looking down, quite at ease. They had been there for almost 3 hours.
Johnny estimated the number of people his team had killed. Combined, they had 54 points. Even if they weren't at the top of the leaderboard, they wouldn't be ranked too poorly, so they decided to rest for a while.
Because as time progressed, the number of surviving teams would naturally decrease, and the pressure they faced would naturally drop sharply.
Conserving stamina was very important, as they guessed the organizers would surely update the rules again. After all, with fewer and fewer people and greater distances between them, they would inevitably find a way to gather everyone together.
Indeed, when they had rested for the fourth hour, with 20 hours remaining until the end of the competition.
Everyone's watches vibrated and flashed with light, and lines of text appeared on the watch displays.
"Competition Rule Update: 1. As only 100 survivors remain, everyone must proceed to the central area of the map within 5 hours for the final ranking score tabulation. Watches of those who fail to reach the designated area will automatically detonate."
"Competition Rule Update: 2. The full map display will be shortened to once every 5 minutes, lasting 20 seconds."
"Competition Rule Update: 3. This device will now display the number of survivors and the top 5 ranked teams in real-time."
After seeing this rule update, Johnny's eyes also grew cold. As expected, the organizers would not let them idle.
Reaching the center of the island within 5 hours was not difficult, and there was plenty of time. But the key was the brutal intensity that would erupt during this process, and even after reaching the destination, which would surely exceed everyone's imagination.
Especially with the full-screen display time shortened once again, and the display duration extended once again, this would bring immense pressure to everyone.
"Damn it, they clearly don't want us to live!"
Little Devil cursed directly, and Lissandra remained silent.
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