Dean found three gangsters led by Horse-faced Isaac and Cruze in the parking lot outside the villa. He quietly hid behind a jeep to observe.
The distance was too far to hear the conversation clearly, so he checked the Colt in the holster under his arm.
Then he inspected the slate, his fingers touching the sharp and cold tip like a dagger, goosebumps appeared on his skin, and the smooth glass reflected his cold eyes mixed with a hint of excitement.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
…
After Isaac and his group separated from Cruze, they drove away in a gray Ford SUV.
Dean was not good at following the car and was worried about being discovered by this group of people, so he memorized the license plate number and waited for five minutes after they left before driving Bronco towards the old street in the South District.
…
Around 9pm.
The Ford Cross Country was parked outside a three-story house on the street.
Isaac and his entourage got out of the car and bumped fists with the guard at the door who was wearing a woolen hat, a gun, and a waist as big as a bucket. Then he took out the key from his waist and opened the door.
The three people rushed in shouting.
Five minutes later, a Bronco passed the house without stopping and drove into a remote alley.
Dean got out of the car and opened the trunk.
He rummaged through the things inside, but unfortunately tonight's action was purely on a whim and without any preparation in advance. He only found a few pieces of clothing, including the swimsuit he used to travel to Santa Monica Beach.
"You can only use waste."
Dean put on a black coat instead of sportswear and covered his hair with a black swimming cap.
Cut a gray T-shirt in half, use one half as a mask to cover most of your face, and cut the other half into several halves and tie them to your left and right hands and shoes respectively, turning into ugly and clumsy black gloves and shoe covers. Cover up possible fingerprints and shoe prints.
After completely changing his clothes, Dean left the alley.
Tonight the stars and moon are dim and the sky is dim.
At this time, there were no more pedestrians on the street.
Eight out of ten streetlights on the old street were broken, and the lights that were still working flickered on and off. Instead of bringing any warmth or light to this dark neighborhood, it made it even more eerie and terrifying, like a ghost land on earth. .
Dean, who wrapped himself tightly, took advantage of the cover of night to quickly circle around the three-story house with guards standing outside the door, repeatedly circling.
His eyes and God's perspective kept scanning the street lamps, stop signs, and the eaves of the houses along the street.
After half an hour of boring reconnaissance work, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.
"There are no security cameras."
He returned to the target house diagonally across the road and leaned against the trash can behind the barbed wire like a drunkard. He glanced at the windows on the second and third floors of the house from dozens of meters away. The lights were bright there, and it was obvious that the people inside were still active. state.
Dean began to wait boredly.
In the dark and cold night, even the chirping of insects disappeared. The only occasional traces of movement were the cold wind whistling along the long street and Dean's own heartbeat.
After a long wait.
The moon completely disappeared, and the few stars disappeared.
The fat man wearing a wool hat outside the house was yawning.
And Dean perked up——
The lights in the house suddenly went out.
He looked at his watch. It was almost 2am.
He suppressed his excitement and continued to squat for another hour, until three in the morning.
The guard tilted his head, almost falling asleep standing there.
Dean suddenly stood up and rushed over, his body as strong as a cheetah chasing its prey.
Thirty meters, twenty meters, eighteen meters.
Dean threw his right hand at the guard from a distance like a boomerang.
"hiss--"
The air hissed.
A pale light like a shooting star rippled in the dark night.
The "shadow" dragged the board and passed over the fat man's layered neck in the blink of an eye.
Swish——
The tip of the board instantly opened a tumbling centipede-like gap in the flesh, and blood rushed out. The fat man's eyes widened in pain, and he opened his mouth and shouted.
But the shadow wrapped around his entire body first, becoming like an airtight bandage, swallowing up his wails and moans.
He was frozen in place, and the fat under his clothes surged like ocean waves.
Dean also ran to him and reached out to grab the shackles.
Hold tight.
Lunge.
A poke from above!
Poof!
Blood splattered.
The entire finger-long, teardrop-shaped pan, like a hot knife cutting tofu, smoothly penetrated the fat man's chin and penetrated his vitals.
Phew!
The retreating stilts drew a dazzling line of blood.
It is hot and shiny at the same time.
A confused soul is sucked into it.
"You used the board and killed Geer... proficiency +3, fighting level 2 (3/300) → (6/300).
The whole process takes less than two seconds.
The fat man fell to the ground without saying a word, his legs shaking like a fat pig whose neck was slashed, and the blood from his neck splashed all over the ground like a fountain, like a blooming rose.
Dean's blood also started to burn, and with a slightly red face he pushed the guard under the Ford at the door.
Turn on God's perspective and observe the scene inside the house through the closed iron door.
The first, second, and third floors were completely dark.
On the sofas in the hall, on the floor, and in the bedrooms on the second floor, within ten meters, there were a bunch of men lying with guns beside them, with flowery arms, earrings, and nose rings, and their figures were strong.
"Not to be trifled with" is written all over his face.
They slept soundly, and some snored comfortably, unaware of the eyes peering through the wall.
Dean repeatedly observed and confirmed that there was no danger within the viewing range, then ordered "Shadow" to get in through the window bars, and opened the door gently.
Crunch——
A man wearing a blanket on the sofa slapped his mouth, turned around and continued to sleep.
Dean stood on his tiptoes like a cat and spun around silently, checking every corner from the first to the third floor again.
Ordinary layout, living room, kitchen, TV and sofa, no basement, no surveillance cameras, total silence.
Dean was relieved and turned his eyes to the sofa on the right, approaching the man with a fleshy face who was sleeping soundly on his back.
Bend down and hold the board tightly.
Fighting level 2 is activated.
A large amount of experience in using daggers to deliver fatal blows suddenly came to mind, and he seemed to have turned into a professional assassin with several years of experience.
Summon "Shadow".
Swing board.
Puff puff puff.
Swing twice in a flash.
With a horizontal stroke, he cut the main artery in the neck and the trachea.
A straight thrust, precisely into the heart between the third and fourth ribs.
The movements are precise and deadly, with no trace of excess.
A trace of clear pain appeared on the sleeping man's face, but after more than ten seconds, his neck tilted. Under the "shadow"'s five-flowered bundle, he couldn't even move a finger, and fell into eternal darkness.
"You used the board and killed... Proficiency +3, Fighting lv2 (9/300)."
Dean received the death information prompted by the system, then covered the body with a blanket and wiped the blood on the stilt board.
His eyes approached the second target with excitement.
Puff puff puff...
Killing, silent.
"Shadow" control adds silence, and the shackles assassinate key points.
There was no ripple in the process.
In the dark hall, six sleeping men made no sound, lost in their dreams, and bid farewell to this world.
Six still-warm corpses were lying on the ground.
If they had guns, if they were sober, it would have been a fierce fight, alerting the neighbors and calling in the police.
But without if, they would be as fragile as paper figures under the ghost of Dean.
No resistance could be made.
A strong and pungent fishy smell filled the air, and blood as thick as lava flowed on the sofa, blanket, and cold floor.
This place has become a hell on earth.
Dean glanced at his rapidly improving fighting skills, followed the stairs around the corner, and climbed to the second floor with light steps.
…
Six bedrooms.
Door-to-door reconnaissance from God's perspective - one to two people sleeping in each bedroom, ten people in total...
Two bedroom doors were locked, so Dean asked the "shadow" to fly into the bedroom through the window next door and open the door for him.
Then there was a massacre in all directions.
Sneak, wipe the throat, pierce the heart... try to kill with one hit and let the target leave quickly and painlessly.
Ten kills.
The system passed over a large blood plate with a dazzling death prompt.
His fighting proficiency was like a rocket, rising to level 2 (51/300) at a speed he could never imagine before.
An indescribable feeling of joy arose in my heart!
Killing is the fastest shortcut to promotion!
…
Tatata.
Ghost walks.
Go up to the third floor.
Dean assassinated five more people silently, and then found Isaac, the horse-faced man who caused trouble at the birthday party, and two followers in a bedroom.
Three people were lying on a blue velvet bed.
The saffron carpet underfoot was covered with wine bottles and jars, and the pungent smell of whiskey wafted in the air.
In addition, there were several rolls of slender knives on the bedside table, as well as a pile of spread papers, straws, and unused unknown powder.
Dean once heard that people who sell grass usually "keep themselves clean", but that doesn't seem to be the case now.
"Shuashua——"
Dean waved the slender board and took out Isaac's two followers one by one. He watched their sticky blood splash into the air like a high-pressure water gun, dyeing the gorgeous velvet quilt and saffron carpet red.
Then he slowly walked up to Isaac and carefully looked at this ugly yet serene horse face, with black hair and yellow skin, deep eye sockets, and high cheekbones.
"You messed with the wrong person."
Dean held his left and right temples with both hands and twisted hard!
Click.
A crisp sound of fractures echoed in the bedroom.
Isaac's head was tilted to the side at an alarming angle, with his chin almost parallel to his chest.
You seriously injured Isaac, proficiency +1, fighting level 2 (67/300)
After receiving such a heavy blow, the horse-faced man immediately fell into a coma, but he was still breathing.
…
"Don't leave in a hurry...it's a long night, finally make some contribution to me."
Dean's eyes narrowed into slits, and he turned the unconscious man around so that he was facing him.
Then he raised the board... his lv2 fighting skill was activated.
The dart board was aligned with his calf joint.
fall!
The arms bring out a series of afterimages, and the ji board is as flexible as a knife to solve a problem.
In the bedroom, I remembered a series of terrifying sounds of sharp knives entering flesh...
…
Dean let go of the shackles and dropped the bloody body.
You killed Isaac Paton, proficiency +3, fighting level 2 (72/300)
A bright red reminder flashed before my eyes:
There is no one alive in the house except you.
You eliminated the hidden danger perfectly.
The event is 100% complete.
Withdraw your rewards!
Experience +50, personal level lv2 (180→230/300)
…
Dean put away the rolls of knives on the bedside table, picked up the wine bottle and poured out the remaining liquor all over the bed and body.
Throw out the lighter.
Boom!
A burst of orange flames rose up.
The firelight illuminated the eyes stained red with blood above the mask.
The hesitation flashed in his eyes.
This time, we will kill them all and leave no one alive.
High-profile, cruel, and seemingly against principle.
But with this thought, the bloody face of the Death Eater in the dream and Isaac's nervous and scary smile at the party appeared in Dean's mind.
The corruption of the entire world is hidden in the human heart. If you do nothing, then wait for this guy to take revenge later and hurt yourself and your friends, and then slowly defend yourself and fight back?
"I did nothing wrong. I killed all scum and people who threatened my life. And no one can find out."
Dean comforted himself, his eyes becoming firm again.
He turned around and went downstairs, picked a young man with a popular face, and took a test tube of blood as a blood sample for his ability to mimic shape.
After going out, Dean carried the body of the guard under the car outside the house into the house, and set another fire on the first floor.
Once the gate is closed, return to the alley where you parked your car.
The house burst into flames, and the fire quickly swelled with the night wind.
The crackling flames, the jumping dazzling red light, and the dancing demons tore apart the dead silence of the night.
And a white Bronco drove quietly past the burning house and toward the darkness on the other side.
No one knows.
(End of chapter)
