At the very least, at this moment, Ryan Carter was clear about what he should do and what he needed to do. This was a dangerous mission world, and it was also a world with a Lord God. Ryan Carter wanted to meet the Lord God, so he had to survive. Now, it was obvious that following those veterans who had experienced several mission worlds would definitely increase his chances of survival.

There was nothing to hesitate about.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Mr. Harris paused slightly, turned his head, and saw Ryan Carter catching up. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

“Heh, finally, not all the newcomers this time are just pigs waiting to be slaughtered.”

Hearing Mr. Harris's words, Ryan Carter's expression remained calm as he steadily followed behind Mr. Harris and the other two, as if he was naturally averse to speaking—truly, he was extremely silent.

The other two newcomers failed to catch up even after Mr. Harris and his group turned into a residential villa area. Now, with such a distance between them, even if they changed their minds and wanted to follow, it would be very difficult to find the group again.

Opportunities are fleeting. In the mission world of the Lord God's space, missing a single opportunity can sometimes be tantamount to losing your life.

……

Being able to live in a villa area was itself a symbol of status and position, meaning the residents' wealth and social standing had reached a certain level. In the Human Purge Plan, the death rate among the rich and powerful was the lowest. The reason was simple: the privileged had the means to create a safe environment for themselves, such as installing defense systems to survive the 12-hour Purge Night. Some of the powerful even used their wealth and influence to organize their own private mercenary teams to personally join in the carnage of Purge Night.

Naturally, those who died the most during the 12-hour purge were the poor—those living in vulnerable conditions, easily breached, and lacking advanced, powerful weapons. In fact, the poor were indeed the main targets of the Human Purge Plan. The more of them killed in this one night, the more issues like unemployment and social burden in America would be greatly alleviated. It was a quick, efficient, yet cruel and bloody way to resolve social conflicts.

“Let’s do it here. David Clark, go in first and get control of the original residents. Remember, don’t kill them—we still need their fingerprints and irises to activate tonight’s security system.”

Mr. Harris pointed to a spot roughly in the center of the villa area and spoke to David Clark.

“Got it, boss.”

David Clark took off his suit jacket, revealing a lean and toned body. However, his bones and muscles were so well-proportioned that Ryan Carter felt it was impossible for a normal person to achieve such balance through training alone. It was as if he had gained his muscle strength and power by some other means.

Without a running start, David Clark stood directly beneath the villa’s fence and jumped straight up, leaping four meters high. He grabbed the top of the fence with both hands and, using the momentum, nimbly landed inside the villa.

The villa’s main door had an electronic lock, so even after entering, David Clark couldn’t open the door for Mr. Harris and the others. He swiftly darted through the villa’s garden like a monkey, leaping up to grab the edge of the second-floor balcony and flipping himself inside in one smooth motion, without the slightest pause.

“What speed, what explosive power.”

Ryan Carter couldn’t help but think to himself. At the same time, he began to ponder: Could it be that this person’s speed and ability were what they called the Lord God’s gift?

Grace Bennett shrugged and muttered to herself, “The speed of that thing below him is just as fast as his moves.”

After about five minutes, the villa’s electronic lock beeped and the door automatically opened. It seemed David Clark had succeeded inside and forced the villa’s owner to open the door.

“Let’s go in.”

Mr. Harris and the others brazenly took over the villa. The interior was indeed well-decorated, comfortable, and pleasant. In the main hall, a middle-aged couple, a teenage boy, and a girl were tied together with rope by David Clark.

“How about it, boss? I did a clean job this time, right?” David Clark couldn’t help but boast as Mr. Harris and the others entered.

“Tch.” Grace Bennett seemed annoyed by David Clark’s self-praise.

Mr. Harris nodded at David Clark, apparently showing his approval. Then he crouched down, stared at the villa’s male owner, and asked:

“How’s the security system in your villa?”

This was what Mr. Harris cared about most. He needed a strong and safe base. When night fell and the Purge Night began at 7 p.m., whether he and his men went out hunting or hid in the villa, they would have the initiative.

“My home’s security system is the latest Double system. I checked it before—there’s no problem.”