third floor.
Paquet held a gun in one hand with a solemn face, and tightly hugged the collapsed Rust with his other muscular arm. The latter desperately pulled on the guardrail and tried to jump off.
Shouting hysterically.
And Dean looked down at the crowd below.
There are no other hunters in Las Vegas.
This group of celebrities didn't smell his unusual smell either.
They are all pure human beings, not controlled by gluttonous appetites, yet they do such evil things!
Dean's cheeks were as tight as rocks, and his pupils shot out a cold light like blades.
All must die!
"Dude, give me the stuff!"
Dean took over the barrel and receiver assembly, bolt, grip and firing mechanism from Paqui...
With LV2's shooting skills and inhuman agility, his hands pieced together a pile of parts into a complete MP5 submachine gun at an incredible speed.
Click.
Insert the magazine, close the safety, and adjust the knob to three-round burst mode.
God's perspective sees everything, and Dean observes through the floor beneath his feet the bodyguards who ran to the corridor on the second floor and chased after them on the third floor.
As the bodyguard ran past his feet.
"Paqui, protect yourself and Rust, leave these people to me!"
"What are you doing, don't mess around?"
Regardless of Dean, he supported the guardrail with his left hand, kicked off the ground with his right foot, and his lower body climbed over the guardrail like lightning, falling down to the first floor!
A black shadow passed in mid-air.
The speed is so fast that it is like an eagle swooping down from the sky to hunt its prey.
The black shadow fell to the guardrail on the second floor with lightning, stepping on the air and suddenly paused, as if a stepping stone appeared out of thin air under his feet, offsetting the inertia of his fall.
At the same time, he supported the guardrail on the second floor with his right hand and flexibly climbed into the second floor, landing silently.
Looking up - in the corridor, eight bodyguards were running towards the stairs leading to the third floor, but their backs were exposed without reservation.
Dean raised the MP5 without hesitation, held the trigger with his index finger, and fired horizontally from right to left, click click—
The air hissed and fiery snakes breathed.
The bullets continuously penetrated the air, and blood exploded.
The six bodyguards paused and fell straight down face to face. Bloody holes opened in the back of their heads. Pale brains and bright red blood spurted out. Under the action of the body's inertia, they dragged out shocking blood paths. !
And in the reflection of the marble floor, these cold faces still had a look of concentration, and they did not realize that they were being attacked until they died.
You killed Owen...Proficiency +6*5, shooting lv2 (118→148/300)
…
In an instant, six of the eight gunmen died.
The remaining two people realized something was wrong and instinctively rolled on the ground, crouched down, hid in a nearby shelter, and raised their guns to fight back.
Bang bang bang!
Dean sprinted forward without dodging. Bullets hit his body one after another and were dropped to his feet by "Ghost Armor" bullets.
And he flicked his hands on the back of his waist and the gun, replaced the spare magazine, and finally clicked the charging handle with a "snap".
Shooting with a gun.
Bang bang!
The two men in black had blood holes on their foreheads, and they knelt forward, their cheek muscles twisted in extreme horror.
Even to the end of their lives, they could not figure out the reason for this extremely unconventional scene.
You killed...Proficiency +5*2, shooting lv2 (158/300)
…
The fierce gunfire lasted less than five seconds.
Paquet dragged Rust, holding the gun, with his butt against the corridor, and slowly moved down from the third floor like a crab.
The corridor on the second floor was almost empty, with only Dean standing in a pool of blood, holding the pistols among the corpses behind his waist one after another.
There wasn't even a drop of blood on that gorgeous black suit.
"Did you dig it? Am I dazzled, or are you possessed by Quetzalcoatl?"
Paquet had experienced many fierce battles, but at this moment he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise and rubbed his eyes, his eyes complex and unbelievable.
At this time, the chef's cheerful laughter rang out in the hall on the first floor, with a triumphant smile on his elegant face.
"A little accident happened just now, which disturbed all my friends. I'm sorry, but the commotion has ended... As an apology, I will immediately handle the newly arrived ingredients for you. This time, you don't need to digest them, you just need to eat them. You will taste them to the extreme. Fresh and sweet.”
Snapped!
He clapped his hands.
In response.
There was a pop.
A black shadow fell from the second floor into the lobby on the first floor.
In an instant, the crowd of rich people, government officials, celebrities and public figures all swallowed their saliva, and their eyes involuntarily glanced at the attraction of a bunch of shiny metallic objects inserted into the black figure's waist.
Their throats seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of phlegm, and the air became as thick as mud, making it difficult to breathe.
The calmness, elegance, and arrogance on his face all turned into horror and panic.
Dean walked straight to the closed black door, blocked it, turned around and glanced -
Thirty-six in total.
"You like to have cannibal parties?"
"Want to see the red dragon, want to transcend?"
Click, Dean used the MP5 in his right hand and the Colt in his left hand, using the powerful wrist power and amazing hand speed to load the gun at the same time.
The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at the center of the hall!
"I will send you to transcendence!"
"No! No!"
"Oh, God!"
"Listen to my explanation!"
Da da da!
Continuous gunshots covered up the panicked excuses like a torrential rain.
In an instant, more than a dozen bullets tore apart luxurious designer suits and evening dresses, pierced flesh and blood, and mopped up a crowd of people like wheat.
A layer of paint-like blood spread on the smooth marble floor.
The moment they fell to the ground, they were not completely dead. They lay on the ground moaning helplessly and desperately, calling for help and begging for mercy. The whole hall exploded!
The crowd was scurrying around like headless flies, hiding under the dining table and behind the marble pillars, while the former great chef pissed himself and fled to the kitchen!
But Dean showed no mercy at all. He turned into a ruthless killing machine, slowly and steadily grinding forward from behind the group of people, and fired with two guns in both hands at the same time.
He threw away the Colt in his left hand and took out a new gun from his waist.
But he used a mere pistol with an aura that was no less impressive than the MP5.
He seemed to be holding two submachine guns. His superhuman physique, strength, and agility allowed him to perfectly suppress the recoil.
Harvest life to your heart's content.
And the only way for these unarmed men and women to escape——
The expressionless Paqui stood there silently like a goalkeeper, constantly filling in the missed shots of Dean.
He raised his hand and blew off the head of an old white man. He turned the gun to the left, and another woman with heavy makeup threw her down while covering her bleeding neck.
Inside the club, the situation was one-sided and the predator became the prey.
The clicking sound of shooting, the sound of bullets piercing flesh and blood, the sound of blood splashing, and the shrill howls composed a song of killing.
…
Dean's eyes were blood red.
At a certain moment, my body felt hot and a surge of power surged up.
Shooting lv2→lv3 (0/400)
Sensitivity: 13.2→13.7
Perception: 11.9→12.9
At the same time, the knowledge about firearms and shooting slowly and continuously penetrated into my mind, and the firearm in my hand suddenly became more handy, like an extension of my arm.
There are also waves of coolness flowing through the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and body, rapidly broadening the perception.
The surging smell of blood and sweat in the air, and the scarlet color outlined by the blood in the hall, became more and more clearly visible.
…
boom!
Dean stepped over a man with a suit whose back was stained red, and kicked over a horizontal dining table.
"Do not kill me!"
"This is my first time coming to the club. I have never killed anyone. I didn't know I was here to participate in such evil activities. Spare my life!"
Under the dining table, a middle-aged woman trembling like a quail knelt down and raised her head, her face still full of charm and stained with tears.
Amazingly, he is one of the two newcomers who just joined.
Dean looked at her face, his eyebrows furrowed, and his finger on the trigger hesitated for half a second.
boom!
Gunfire.
A bloody hole opened in the woman's forehead.
He fell backwards with his eyes widened, lifeless.
You killed Corolla, proficiency +1, shooting level 3 (1/400)
The matter has come to this point and cannot be stopped.
Click.
Dean aimed at a tall and round man in front of him and pulled the trigger, but all he saw was the slide that popped open automatically.
The submachine guns and pistols were all empty of bullets, and the spare magazines were all used up.
There is nothing behind the waist.
"He's out of bullets!"
The man who was running for his life roared as if to vent his anger. The five remaining people around him were inspired and stopped in their footsteps to escape.
The biggest, most courageous man with a sinewy face raised a chair and rushed towards Dean to fight back. There was a scar on his face that spanned the bridge of his nose and half of his face, and his face was densely covered with sinews and his eyes were fierce.
Apparently there were some crazy times in his youth.
Maybe he even killed a few people!
He managed to get in front of Dean and swung the chair down on him.
boom!
He hit the air, the chair hit the ground hard, and a large piece of sawdust was ejected.
At the same time, a ghostly shadow flashed behind him.
He waved his hands like lightning——
His left elbow hooked the man's neck to hold his head in place.
At the same time, the palm of his right hand pushed his chin to the left, and then quickly pushed it to the right.
Click!
The trachea and cervical vertebrae were torn.
The man lay limp and paralyzed on the ground.
His face was red, his limbs were spasming, and he was moaning weakly.
hiss--
monster!
The four people who had stopped to watch screamed, turned around and ran away again.
Dean didn't know when a teardrop-shaped scorpion appeared in his hand.
Throw it forward like a boomerang.
A silvery moon-shaped cold light passed through the hall in mid-air...
Puff puff puff...
Several balls of blood exploded.
The ankles of the four people who escaped were stained red. Their bodies swayed, they lost their balance and fell to the ground.
Several big bloody teeth shattered and flew away, followed by a cry of despair.
Dean raised his hand, and "Shadow" controlled the slender board to fly back to his palm.
"Don't kill me, I'll give you money!"
The man with a wavy beard looked at the "god of death" approaching step by step, moving his buttocks back comically against the ground, raising his head and pleading.
"Is one million enough?"
"Ten million!"
Poof!
Dean ducked.
Swing the board horizontally.
It's fast and powerful.
Wipe throat.
It's like wielding a kitchen knife to kill a fish, and the hot knife cuts through the butter, so relaxing and comfortable.
The man clutched the gap in his neck and knelt forward, hissing and gasping. The gushing blood splashed onto Dean's spotless suit and was bounced away by the invisible barrier.
Dean looked at the remaining three people and ignored all the pleading in his ears.
Hold the board tightly, aim at the throat and wave it continuously.
…
You killed Boris...Proficiency +5, Fighting lv2 (160→165/300)
…
Thirty-six people died and thirty-five died.
Dean's pupils were filled with blood, and he turned to the head of the Red Dragon Club, Al Dalis, who was sitting on the ground and pressing against the wall. He was dressed in white with blood red spots.
He wasn't going to let this guy die too easily.
But the panic on Al's charming face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes looked straight at Dean.
The moment their eyes met.
Dean felt a flash of lightning flash before his eyes.
The whites of Al's eyes suddenly turned pitch black, while the black pupils burst into intense and dazzling white light, and then split rapidly, one split into two smaller ones, and the two split into four smaller ones...
Soon, countless white light spots filled his dark eyes in horror, and they emerged like fireflies and flew into the ceiling of the building.
Dean's soul throbbed and he raised his head uncontrollably.
He saw a strange scene——
The hard ceiling melted quickly like a candle, and the white background instantly turned into a dull dark color.
A sense of remoteness and vastness came over me.
Countless white light spots flying out from the chef's eyes are spread on the gradient roof, forming a bright Milky Way in the summer night starry sky.
It rotated slowly, and a gap gradually opened in the middle of the darkness and silvery white, and a magnificent dark red curved outline emerged.
Taking up all of Dean's sight——
This is a huge red star, pressing towards Dean, projecting an omnipresent majestic gravitational force.
It seemed to be staring at Dean, and an unavoidable feeling of fear arose in Dean's head. The whole world squeezed towards him as the red star, and the space around him began to rapidly distort and collapse.
He was completely trapped in an increasingly narrow space, unable to move even a finger and unable to breathe, and all his bones groaned under the squeeze.
The blood vessels and veins on his hands and neck were bulging, and the hairs on his body stood on end, and beads of liquid sweat and blood seeped out of the skin that was so tight that it was chapped.
He felt extreme dizziness, tingling and exhaustion,
His body and spirit were constantly being crushed, squeezed, and lost by the approaching "red dragon."
boom!
A piercing blast of gunfire broke out in the hall, ending the horrific process.
Dean was instantly freed from the terrifying vision.
His knees gave out and he fell to the ground.
breathe…
On the pale face, strands of blood seeped out from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, dripping down to the ground along his chin.
He was so weak that he was about to faint, but deep inside, he felt an indescribable sense of joy, as if some kind of imprisonment was broken under the extreme oppression.
"What did this guy do to you? Why are you bleeding inexplicably?" The big man who took back the gun helped him up and looked at his bloody face in surprise.
Dean shook his head and looked across. Al Dallis was holding his bloody thigh that had been penetrated by a bullet. His eyes were filled with blood and tears. He no longer had the thrilling magic power before.
With a sickly blush on his cheeks, he asked in an excited and trembling voice,
"You've seen it, right? You've seen the power of the red dragon!"
"Human beings are born incomplete and have limited power. Only by finding the red dragon can we perfect ourselves and break the shackles!"
"You reacted so violently, your talent is far beyond ordinary people!"
"Work with me and I'll help you get to the other side!"
He explained with enthusiasm,
Dean wiped the blood from his face, and the confusion and pain disappeared from his eyes.
At first, he thought that the red dragon mentioned by the other party was just a ridiculous lie brainwashed by idiots, but the experience of capsizing in the sewer just now overturned his idea.
The red dragon is real.
…
"As big as your mother!"
Paquet kicked Al from the side with a big foot wearing shiny leather shoes, hitting Al in the side of the face. He kicked him two meters like a sandbag and spat out a mouthful of blood. Half of his face was stained with ugly shoe soles.
"Don't be fooled by this bastard!"
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid." Dean looked at the dining table again.
Rust held Grace, who looked peaceful and sleeping inside the ice cube, with a chill all over her body. She had been frozen for at least a day.
Rust was cheek to cheek with her, his shoulders were hunched, he was weeping silently, his emaciated back, and the rich sadness and despair were as real as they were.
He had already lost his father, and now his last relative was gone.
Dean sighed, released one of the ten souls that had been filled in the tablet, and made a space available.
"Last, the person who hurt Grace is right here. Don't you want to avenge her?"
Rust trembled.
He let go of the cold body in his arms, turned his head, and glanced at Al with gritted teeth.
That penetrating look that made him want to eat his flesh and blood made the chef, who had always lacked humanity, couldn't help but tremble.
"This is a misunderstanding!"
"You killed her." Rust rushed over.
"I didn't kill your mother, she did everything voluntarily!"
"You made her suffer!"
"No, she started the next cycle very calmly without suffering any torture. And before she left, she begged me to introduce you to the club. I have already promised her, come on, good boy, I will guide you to the club now. Seeing the great red dragon. Ah! What are you doing, stop it!"
"You killed her!"
"Ahhhhh!"
Rust took the table knife handed by Paquet and stabbed the man blindly.
As he screamed in agony, he stabbed violently all over his body...
Puff puff puff!
With the sound of continuous sharp blades piercing flesh, Al's body was riddled with holes like a punctured water bag.
The wail gradually became lower.
The splattered blood stained the childish face of the avenger Rust, and his face instantly became extremely ferocious, filled with madness that was engraved in his bones!
But the knife alone was not enough to quell Rust's anger.
At a certain moment, he dropped the knife and pounced on the dying Al like a mad beast, biting his neck.
Dean quietly watched the cruel scene, and suddenly an indescribable joy surged in his heart, as if the person in front of him who was violently venting his anger was not Rust, but himself.
He turned around and looked around. This cold hall was filled with corpses, like a purgatory on earth.
And he made it all with his own hands.
Blood and fire intertwined, and the surge of pleasure broke down the dam of reason and triggered a dusty switch in the body.
Dean was in a trance again, his mind was buzzing, and all the sounds around him strangely left him at this moment.
The scene in front of me suddenly distorted like an abstract painting by an oil painting master.
He seemed to be surrounded by indescribable and bizarre clouds.
A pleasant and indistinguishable voice sounded.
"See, how can humans be more noble than monsters?"
"Let go of the restraints, embrace freedom, and kill if you want!"
"You will be reborn as me."
"God is in heaven."
“Oz is at the end of the rainbow.”
“Midian is a paradise for monsters.”
"Come, come... take away your pain and give you eternal life."
"This is your calling."
"Come on, come on, go north..."
"North."
"north!"
"Dean!"
"Ah!" Dean slapped his temples manically, and the frightening bloodshot eyes faded away like a tide. The strange colors in front of his eyes and the charming auditory hallucinations in his ears also disappeared.
"What happened to you today?"
Paquet was a little confused, how could this nephew be in a trance twice in a row while killing people, which was completely unworthy of his outstanding skills.
"Sorry, I'm too tired."
"Then why don't you help your good friend?"
Rust was lying on top of Al, who was already silent, covered in blood. He was shaking his fists feebly, crying and laughing at the same time, like crazy.
"Let him vent. If this grief doesn't turn into anger and vent out, he will collapse." Dean felt that the last position in the board was also filled, and shook his head with dark eyes.
Paquet walked around the hall, "Forget it, let's finish the finishing work first. I have dealt with the surveillance video. Now, wipe all the security guns you used before and wipe off your fingerprints..."
"Bless me, my ancestors. That bastard knew what he was doing was not human affairs. He built the club in such a remote place. It's night again, so no one should notice our actions."
"Bringing another 'lucky' deceased person to bear the blame will slightly reduce the suspicion."
"It's a pity that we can't set fire to it. We have to leave Grace's body here as evidence to let the police know the atrocities of this group of demons."
"Did you work as a private security guard or a killer?"
"If it weren't for wiping your butts, why would I bother so much?"
"If I act alone, I can get this ticket done without anyone noticing."
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
The uncle and nephew worked together to deal with most of the obvious traces in a quarter of an hour.
Then he approached Rust, who was sitting on Al's body, covered in blood and even his mouth was red, "It's time to vent, kid, it's time to go."
Rust just held Grace in his arms and remained motionless.
Paquet forcibly opened his hand and dragged him out of the club door.
Dean took one last look at Grace's peaceful face, picked up the body of a security guard, and turned to leave.
(End of chapter)
