When the sun completely sets, the lanterns of Cherry City begin to light up.
People who have been busy for a day are speeding up to go home.
Of course, many people will choose to have a drink.
The relaxation after being tense and busy is always unforgettable.
It is precisely because of this that most people have the motivation to live.
There is also a so-called sense of happiness.
Therefore, it is natural that some careers have emerged. For some people, life at this moment has just begun.
However, these people definitely do not include Ahmaud's men who guard his mansion.
A total of 20 people were divided into 4 teams and patrolled 24 hours a day. These trained thugs not only had considerable strength themselves, but were also comfortable using modern technology.
With the help of hidden cameras everywhere, in the surveillance room, two thugs on duty captured the mansion and the scene within a hundred meters nearby.
This unobstructed feeling made the two of them feel more relaxed.
Moreover, they believe that as long as they are not crazy, no one will come to fight Boss Ahmaud... No, it was the boss's idea.
Ahmaud has emphasized more than once that he should be called boss, not boss.
Many people made mistakes and were punished.
As long as you see the faces of those who have been punished, everyone will know what to do.
"The boss seems to be in a good mood recently."
One of the thugs said.
"Of course!"
"The last 'goods' sold for a really big price at the auction."
"Those guys on the street are so lucky to find such good 'goods' at random."
Another thug couldn't help but said.
"What's random?"
"Those guys are very smart. They first used low-price travel to deceive a group of people into coming to Cherry City, and then used the so-called lucky draw in the shopping mall to defraud the targeted targets one by one."
"They have put in a lot of effort."
The thug with a beard corrected his accomplice.
"They're not afraid of capsizing either."
Another thug who had unbuttoned the collar of his shirt pouted.
"Why aren't you afraid?"
"So, they are using the boss's property."
"From advertising to travel agencies to arranged hotels to shopping malls, which industry is not the boss's?"
"Otherwise, how could they do it so smoothly?"
When the bearded man said this, a look of complacency appeared on his face.
"It's happened so many times, the police should be alert, right?"
The thug asked as he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.
"Well, it is said that David has already begun a secret investigation, but...what does it matter? Let's just change the process again - one guy suggested that the fitting room be changed into a secret room, and the selected target can enter
After that, let’s start directly!”
"Anyway, there is a lot of traffic, so no one will usually notice it."
"Of course, I still like the previous method of grabbing people directly in the church. Just do it directly! Unfortunately, you can't do it often. Doing it once a year or two is the best."
The bearded man sighed as he spoke.
The thug who unbuttoned the collar of his shirt sneered.
"Are you missing the nun who was strangled to death by your own hands?"
"Who asked her to scream?"
"Originally she could live for a few more days, but who made her not cooperate?"
The bearded man said and shrugged deliberately.
"Cooperate?"
"I heard that one of the 'goods' this time was very uncooperative."
The thug who unbuttoned the collar of his shirt seemed to have remembered something.
"The girl wanted to run away, but she was caught and taken back. If it weren't for the fact that she was still a virgin and could be sold at a higher price, she would have been given to those guys as a reward!"
"You know, the girl who was used as a reward before was tortured alive by those guys for three days before she died. That scene... tsk tsk."
The bearded man sighed loudly.
However, there was a trace of yearning on his face.
There was a light like a jackal in his eyes.
then!
A patch of scarlet covered his face and eyes.
The yearning on his face and the sparkle in his eyes were all covered in scarlet.
Lothar Beard was stunned.
He subconsciously turned his head and saw his accomplice being held in the hands of a tall, strong figure wearing a hockey mask.
A generous, strong palm covered his accomplice's mouth, and five fingers pinched into the muscles of the cheek. The thug's cheek, which had unbuttoned his shirt, showed a certain distortion, and he completely lost the ability to speak.
Raider?!
The moment this idea appeared in Lotharhu's mind, a cold light flashed in front of him.
puff!
The blood in his chest spurted out, and Losahu's head rose into the sky, while his face remained sluggish.
The thug whose face was pinched by Jason's eyes widened, and the thug began to struggle frantically, trying to break free.
However, the fists and kicks that this thug was usually proud of were of no use at this time.
Bang, bang bang!
The blows hit Jason's body one after another, as if they were hitting a concrete pile. Not only did Jason not relax at all, but it also made his hands and feet feel painful.
After several times in a row, the thug quickly recognized the reality.
His eyes were pleading, hoping that Jason would spare his life.
But Jason didn't even look at the other person. After killing the bearded man with one knife, he slit the thug's throat with a backhand knife.
After casually throwing the opponent's body on the ground, Jason began to look at the surveillance screen in front of him.
He didn't come here for no reason.
Not only did he get rid of the 'eyes' that might detect abnormalities, he also wanted to understand everything about this mansion in more detail.
Including but not limited to patrol posts, secret posts and possible secret rooms.
Although there was Brian's investigation, Jason habitually wanted to confirm it.
Of course, being able to sneak into the control room directly was largely due to Brian's information.
Soon, Jason confirmed everything he needed to confirm.
The next moment, the tall figure disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.
Then, the killing began.
The unsuspecting thugs were dragged in one by one by the palms stretched out from the shadows.
Or the crisp sound of bones breaking.
Or the sound of a knife cutting.
Ringing continuously.
Although these thugs have undergone considerable training, they are not at the same level as Jason.
Therefore, when they were watched by Jason, the outcome was already doomed.
Asa sat in the sofa chair, frowning slightly.
He always felt that something was wrong.
But I can't tell what it is.
"Is it because the next auction is about to start?"
Asa secretly speculated on the possible reasons.
As Ahmaud's number one subordinate, Asa is very clear about the real purpose of this auction, to attract more people to join his boss's camp, and then to allow his boss to be qualified to enter the parliament.
Once their boss enters Cherry City's council, their situation will change drastically.
Their boss will become a real big shot.
And them?
Naturally, a rising tide lifts all boats.
More importantly, their boss must not be stingy with rewards at that time.
As Ahmaud's number one subordinate, he will definitely get more money, power, and women than he imagined.
Asa, a street gangster, couldn't help but get excited when he thought about the rewards he could get.
"I hope this day comes soon!"
Asa thought like this, then stood up and walked to the refrigerator.
He wants to drink some water and calm down.
The refrigerator door opened silently, and a head wrapped in plastic wrap was placed in the refrigerator. The blood blurred the plastic wrap, and the face of the head could no longer be seen clearly.
Asa saw the head, but was indifferent.
Because he was the one who put the head in.
A guy who sneaked into their midst was executed by him himself.
The identity of the other party?
Except for Sheriff David's informant, there is no second possibility.
The other party has been keeping a close eye on him recently.
However, Asa believes that his boss will handle it well.
Therefore, this head will be shown to Ahmaud.
Then, destroy it.
As for the body?
The dog has been fed for a long time.
Those ferocious, aggressive dogs that he personally selected.
He admired that picture very much.
Raising his hand to take out the bottled water placed on the side of the refrigerator, Asa unscrewed the bottle cap and drank heavily.
The 500ml bottle of water is almost drank in one go.
The coldness hovered between his chest and abdomen, quickly suppressing the irritability in his heart and calming Asa's brain. Then, he was stunned.
He finally realized something was wrong!
The dog barks!
The seven fierce dogs he selected had not barked again since half an hour ago.
You know, this is impossible!
Those seven ferocious dogs would roar uncontrollably even if they were led by their own people, let alone at night when they were tied up at the entrance, garage, etc.
As long as there are vehicles passing by, there will be dogs barking.
Although my boss's mansion is far away from the center of Cherry City, it is not in the wilderness.
On the contrary, this is a wealthy area with absolutely no shortage of vehicles and patrolling security guards.
Once these people get close to here, those dogs will definitely bark.
If you don't call...
There is only one possibility!
Thinking of this, Asa took out his gun and turned towards a wall.
There are two sets of monitoring equipment.
One set is in the monitoring room.
A set in his room.
Compared with the former, the latter's monitoring scope is larger and more detailed.
Including but not limited to the thugs' rooms.
As Ahmaud's most trusted subordinate, Asa has such special rights.
Click!
The wall slowly rose, revealing a piece of surveillance video.
When he saw the situation in the surveillance video, the pupils in Asa's eyes shrank.
Corpse!
He saw the bodies of his men!
Not one or two!
But most of them!
The rest were not found, but Asa understood what would happen to those people.
Without any hesitation, Asa picked up the phone.
He wants to call his boss.
But at this moment, a tall, masked figure opened the door to the room.
Bang, bang bang!
Asa pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The gunfire burst out, and the bullet casings fell to the ground crisply.
But the tall, masked figure did not dodge at all, and the bullet hit the strong figure accurately, but...
Sparks are flying!
Warheads are flying everywhere!
Asa's eyes couldn't help but widen.
He was about to pull the trigger again, but the figure didn't give him a chance at all.
He was still at the door a moment ago.
At this moment, this figure appeared in front of him.
Under the light, a strange halo appeared on the ice hockey mask, making it look more ferocious and terrifying. When the broad-bladed short-handled machete was raised.
The cold light of the sharp blade enveloped Asa.
puff!
With a flick of his hand, Asa's wrist holding the gun was cut off straight away.
"Ahhhhh!"
"monster!"
"There is a monster!"
In pain, Asa couldn't help crying out in pain.
Then, the sound suddenly stopped.
Asa was beheaded with a knife.
"Hello? Hello?"
"Asa? Asa?"
Ahmaud's voice rang from the phone, and Asa just made the call.
"I don't care who you are!"
"I'm telling you!"
"You're dead!"
Ahmaud's furious voice sounded.
Jason didn't pay attention at all. He directly raised his foot and crushed the microphone that fell to the ground.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the microphone was completely shattered.
Jason's nose hidden behind the hockey mask kept twitching.
He is determining the exact location of the 'food'.
This was not difficult for Jason.
After solving the unnecessary trouble, it only took him four or five seconds to find where the 'food' was.
"Underground?"
Jason stepped towards the ground.
In Brian's previous information, Ahmaud's mansion has two underground floors, which are claimed to be a wine cellar and activity room.
Of course, that is, externally.
An elevator leads directly to the two underground floors.
However, Jason chose the stairs.
He doesn't like the closed, narrow environment in the elevator.
That kind of environment always makes him feel like a coffin.
According to the information provided by Brian, Jason found the stairs leading to the underground floor next to the elevator. The stairs were divided into two parts, connected by a platform, and staggered up and down.
At the end of the lower half is a door locked from the outside with a ?-shaped latch.
Bang!
Jason pulled the latch and immediately heard a panicked voice coming from behind the door.
There were both uneasy whispers and the sound of bodies curling up.
And the moment he pushed the door open, there were even more exclamations.
Under the incandescent light, a tall, strong man wearing a hockey mask walked in. The man was holding a bloody machete in his hand. The moment Kemi saw it, he curled up and backed up.
The same goes for the girls around me.
Some of them couldn't help sobbing uncontrollably.
However, even if they were sobbing like this, they covered their mouths to prevent themselves from making any sound.
They were targeted by this butcher-like guy because of his voice.
They don't want to die.
Kemi doesn't want to die either.
She wants to go home.
She now deeply regrets not listening to her father's words.
Dad, where are you?
I want to go home.
Kemi prayed in her heart.
Then, she saw the butcher-like man standing in front of her cage.
"Kemi?"
"Your dad called you home."
Jason had seen Kemi's photo.
The fact that he was able to deal with Ahmaud's men so quickly was largely due to Brian's information. Under such a premise, of course he wouldn't mind rescuing the other party's daughter.
clang!
The iron rope was cut off by Jason's knife.
Squeak.
The cage door was opened.
Not only the cage where Kemi was, Jason also opened all the remaining four cages.
Since one was saved, the rest were naturally saved as well.
"You get out of here, tell your family, and call the police."
"Tell you the truth about what happened."
"Let's go, hurry up."
Jason said to the girls.
The girls looked at each other and didn't dare to move.
They were worried that this was some kind of trick.
But Kemi walked out bravely and ran quickly towards the door.
Once one person takes action, a swarm of people will naturally follow.
The five girls ran out, but when the door closed, Kemi glanced back.
In the crack of the door, the tall figure continued downward.
What is he going to do?
Kemi thought.
But she didn't dare to ask, let alone pursue him.
Hope you are safe!
Kemi blessed like this.
Jason did not hear such blessings, and the fragrance in his nose made him walk faster and faster.
Soon, he entered the second underground floor.
The smell of ‘food’ comes from here.
Squeak!
Jason pushed the door open and entered amidst the friction of the door's axis and door frame.
