In a remote corner of Galveston Island, a warehouse surrounded by barbed wire.
In the "dormitory" filled with Datong shops on the second floor, Juana sat quietly in the far left corner, leaning against the cold wall, with deep confusion and fear flashing in her gray-blue eyes.
In the evening more than a month ago, she suddenly lost consciousness while admiring the sunset at the beach. When she woke up, she was locked in this dormitory, surrounded by a group of strange girls.
There were about thirty girls, including brown-skinned Mexican, white and Asian girls, as well as dark-skinned African-Americans. All of them were young, beautiful, tall or plump, and they were rare beauties among the crowd.
It’s just that the long-term confinement in the dark has caused their delicate faces to lose vitality, their eyes to be dim and lack luster, and their spirits to be listless. They hold their knees with their hands and look up at the ceiling in a daze.
Some people tried to scream, call for help, and bang on the iron door to resist. However, except for provoking a reprimand and ridicule from the guards, it had no effect.
The women accepted their fate, but the maddening thing is that after being held captive for a month, they still don’t know the purpose of these kidnappers.
Speaking of seeking wealth, Juana talked to every one of her companions. None of them had a strong background or were born in a wealthy family. Instead, they were all at the bottom of society like her. They came from all over Texas, and their total net worth was less than a thousand. knife.
If you are greedy for beauty...
Bang bang!
There was a tapping sound outside the iron door, like a drumstick hitting the heart. The women's minds were shaken and they couldn't help but sit up straight. It also interrupted Juana's thoughts.
"Whoever's name is called, come and get dinner!"
The small window above the iron door opened, revealing a man's face with a deep scar on his left cheek. A sneer hung on his thin lips, and his deep eyes scanned the women in the room who were as trembling as domestic animals. Heart-stopping heat and desire.
Juana quietly spat at the corner of the bed. This scumbag looked at them with disgusting eyes every time, and his hand movements were not honest.
"Jimena!"
A slim woman with red hair picked up her lunch box and walked slowly to the iron gate.
The man took a big spoonful of the sticky mixture of minced meat, fish, corn, and chickpeas, then roughly reached out and touched her smooth face, and shouted out the next name with a smile amidst the exclamations,
“Mariana…”
"Jessica..."
"Elsa..."
The scar-faced man's rough hands kept getting stuck on the little white sheep, and Juana was not spared. She could only curse the Virgin in her heart for taking away the soul of this beast.
"Salma!"
A girl with sharp features, wild beauty, and plump figure walked to the iron gate. This time the man did not rush to scoop out the food. His eyes swept the woman's face and chest with red light, and his bulging eyeballs were almost sunken. into her collar, the sound of breathing through the nose became heavier.
Clang.
He suddenly pushed open the iron door, grabbed Salma's wrist and pulled her out. The woman dragged her back desperately, begging with red eyes,
"No, please, don't hurt me!"
The man put his nose to her neck and took a greedy deep breath, "My dear, how can I bear to hurt you? It's not too late for me to hurt you, I will make you very comfortable."
"Woo, I don't want it, let me go!"
"Shut up. If you don't want to get beaten, come with me!"
Screams and roars erupted in front of the door.
The women looked at this scene in horror and shrank back to the wall like quails.
But suddenly, another majestic male voice sounded,
"Idiot, let her go! If you're in heat, go find the bitch on the first floor to vent your anger!"
Another cowboy with thick eyebrows came outside the iron gate and gave Scarface a cold look, who nervously let go of his hand.
Salma took the opportunity to rush into the hut, threw herself back on the bed, hid her body under the sheets, and sobbed softly. Several women close to her immediately came forward to comfort her.
"Boss, please be considerate of me, just once..." The scar-faced man begged, scratching his crotch, "I've been spending more than a month with these women, and I'm so suffocated that I'm about to explode. I promise to be careful and not hurt her."
"Shut up, you stupid idiot. I have told you many times that they are expensive gifts and need to be presented to the guests without any damage..." The man with thick eyebrows pulled out the tactical dagger from his shoe and slapped the man's cheek hard, leaving a striking line. The red seal said, "Before they are sent to the dock, they must be clean and cannot be contaminated... If you dare to mess around, you will bring harm to all the brothers. I will send you to meet Satan first!"
"It's easy to stay pure. Just use other places. This can also help all brothers to extinguish their anger." The scar-faced man raised his left index finger and poked the tiger's mouth on his right hand. He argued weakly, and the black hole of the revolver's muzzle was pressed against it. to the center of his forehead.
Click.
The crisp sound of loading.
The thick eyebrows looked at him coldly, with killing intent in his eyes.
The scar-faced man swallowed, raised his hands stiffly, and said with trembling lips,
"You have the final say, I will never try to influence them again, I swear!"
"Then you will be punished. You have to participate in the night patrols this week. Be careful. If there is any trouble, I will skin you alive. Why are you just standing there? Get out!"
"Go now!"
The thick-browed cowboy put away his revolver, turned around and strode away, passing through the dim corridor. His eyes glanced at the sniper lying next to the window, the guard patrolling with an M16A1 assault rifle on the playground outside the window, and the sentry equipped with an M72 portable rocket launcher next to the searchlight of the sentry tower. .
Feeling a little more at ease.
He entered the far right side of the warehouse, opened a dark and heavy iron door, locked the entrance, and pulled out two suitcases under the desk. One of them contained hundreds of green bundles of beautiful knives, and the other was filled with bags of milk powder. things.
A greedy light flashed in his eyes, and an excited smile spread across his lips.
…
"Hiss... a gift for the guests, dock?" Juana, who overheard the brief conversation between the two, immediately understood her situation. She shrank back to the bed with a pale face, clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, and prayed, "Great Black Holy Virgin Mary, God, please send down divine punishment to exterminate these crazy devils and save us poor people."
…
"We've arrived."
Dean took Teresa and hid in a dense bush, pointing to the warehouse sleeping behind the barbed wire across the road. There were seven or eight cars parked in the warehouse, and someone could be vaguely seen patrolling.
Not far away, the vast ocean was rippling with black waves. The waves hit the rocks with a crashing sound, and the splashing foam reflected a blood-like luster in the moonlight.
"Mr. Andy, are you kidding me?" Teresa glanced at the warehouse and then looked at the confident white faces next to her. "You just looked at Juana's photo for a while without doing any research. How can you be sure that she is in the warehouse?" ?”
Even though she was anxious to find her daughter, she had not lost her mind yet, and this man's method of finding people was so unreliable, like a delusional patient.
"You believe in the Black Madonna, and I also have my own beliefs. A god told me the answer, and I will be able to reunite your mother and daughter right away." Dean explained without looking back, and the "shadow" beside him quietly rolled up the shackles. He silently crossed the barbed wire fence and quickly scouted around the entire warehouse. He circled in the sky, turned into smoke, poured into the warehouse from the window, and shuttled back and forth from house to house.
In just one minute, all humans inside and outside the warehouse were teleported to Dean by shadow.
Dean rubbed his chin. In addition to the twenty-five armed guards scattered throughout the warehouse, there were actually thirty-five kidnapped girls, Juana among them.
For such a big kidnapping case, the criminals were so well-equipped that they almost built a small military base, but the island police station had no idea?
I don’t believe any ghosts.
"How should I go in and call the police?" Teresa interrupted him,
"No," Dean said flatly, "Wait two minutes."
…
"Man, did you get scolded by the boss again?" The blond man with a nose ring at the end of the patrol lit a cigarette and handed it to the depressed scarred face.
"Damn it!" Scarface took a deep breath and shook his head, "I don't know what kind of treasures these 'prostitutes' are. The boss has set so many rules, not to touch them, and to serve them delicious food and drinks. It's up to you to take the utensils. Livestock don’t have to be in such trouble?”
"This batch of goods is very beautiful and definitely not livestock. They will most likely become 'gifts' and be transported to Mexico or Europe at the dock." The sinister-looking man at the end of the queue took the Marlboro from Scarface's hand and took a deep breath, "Sell Go to some dance club and become a cash cow, dance until you are old and lose sex, or sell it to some perverted tycoon as a plaything."
The sinister man glanced at a few people and smiled sinisterly, "You know why the gardens in rich people's mansions bloom all year round? It's because their gardeners turn people into fertilizer."
"Keep talking nonsense," the burly man at the front of the patrol pulled out the M16A1 from his back and pointed it at the man to warn him, "I'll notify the boss and let him turn you into fertilizer."
"I surrender, spare my life." The sinister man raised his hand.
"Wait a minute, brothers," the man with the nose ring who was walking at the end suddenly shrank his neck and crossed his arms over his shoulders, "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"
"Can't you stand this? You just quarreled with the bitch on the first floor too much, your body is too weak?" Scarface laughed and cursed,
"No, damn! It's so cold, don't you feel it...hiss...hiss..." Nose Ring's teeth trembled, and the originally bronze skin began to turn strangely blue. His hands scratched the neck and left red marks, and his breathing became a bunch. Bai Qi said, "I'm going to freeze to death, I, I'm so hot, so hot..."
Scarface wanted to make a joke, but an extremely terrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of him. Layers of crystal ice cubes were strangely condensed on the face of the trembling man with the nose ring. The ice cubes spread rapidly, and his hair, beard, black His bulletproof vest, even his waist walkie-talkie and M16A1 were all covered in white frost.
He seemed to have walked naked for ten minutes in the ice and snow at minus 70 to 80 degrees Celsius. His whole body was frozen into a shining ice sculpture, and his thin cheeks were twisted with a painful expression.
When the breeze blew, white cold air hit the scar-faced man's face, making him shiver all over.
"What the hell! What's going on?"
He shouted in horror, but it was as if there was a piece of ice in his throat and he couldn't make any sound. He reluctantly turned his extremely stiff neck, and then his eyes widened to the point of protruding from the sockets——
Quietly, the four companions who were chatting and laughing before all turned into crystal ice sculptures.
This unnatural scene made him so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. He ran forward with all his strength. As soon as he took out his right leg, his body seemed to be frozen and he fell to the ground out of control, and he fell to the ground.
Glittering ice flowers and a few bloody teeth exploded.
A layer of pale frost spread down the top of his head and between his feet like a living thing, swallowing his whole body. He used his last strength to turn around.
On the top of the sentry tower, the bright white light of the searchlight illuminated an ice sculpture. The sentry stared coolly at the door of the warehouse. The pit bull was peeing towards the door frame, and the crystal urine and its body were shining with art. A generally wonderful shine.
…
The sniper who was lying by the window on the second floor of the warehouse heard something unusual. He put his eyes in front of the scope and turned to the empty flat ground outside. A layer of frost appeared in front of his eyes.
Click click click.
He turned into a sniper statue.
"Shadow" waved his hand, and a sphere flashing with electric light and fire appeared out of thin air, spinning slowly and sucking in the translucent soul floating out of the ice sculpture. Between the arc jumping and the raging flames, a sinful soul turned into fly ash.
The "shadow" flashed against the corner of the second floor of the corridor, like the silent god of death, floating past the criminals resting in the warehouse and patrolling the corridors, blowing a gentle breath at them, creating beautiful ice sculptures. , and annihilated souls with fire, thunder and lightning.
Notices flashed in front of Dean, who was a hundred meters away: Shadow has absorbed 1 point of soul essence, absorbed 1 point of soul essence...
Shadow lv3(62→86/400).
"So the soul of an ordinary person is transformed into a little soul essence?"
…
When there is no more living person to be seen in the entire warehouse corridor.
"Shadow" arrived outside a thick, dark, closed iron door on the far right side of the warehouse.
Click.
The power of telekinesis unscrewed the handle from the inside.
The thick-browed cowboy, who was burying his head in the banknotes and "milk powder bag" intoxicatedly, quickly pulled out the revolver from his waist, held the trigger with his right hand, and hung his left hand on the hammer, preparing to press it continuously and use the technique he had practiced hard for decades. Cowboy shooting.
But he only saw an empty doorway, the muzzle of the gun failed to find any effective target, and then a coldness that penetrated deep into his soul enveloped him.
He maintained a alert posture with his gun drawn, unconscious.
call--
The last translucent soul flew out of the ice sculpture and flew into a teardrop-shaped slender board.
Shadow's liquid moonstone-like eyes flowed, and his mind instantly divided into dozens of tentacles, gathering handbags filled with banknotes and milk powder bags, portable rocket launchers, explosives, as well as twenty-five human ice sculptures and one dog ice sculpture inside and outside the warehouse. Go to the room and wait for your companion to deal with it.
…
"Two minutes are up."
Dean said something in the bushes and strode towards the warehouse, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
For the first time, letting Ying clear the field alone was no less efficient than doing it in person, and it was more concealed. The only flaw was that he couldn't gain proficiency, and only Ying could harvest the soul essence.
"Wait, sir, don't be so impulsive! There is danger inside!"
Teresa ran after him anxiously, following him into the warehouse door with a "No Entry" sign.
Looking at it, the whole place was empty. There were no signs of fighting or blood. It was as quiet as a cemetery.
"What happened? Where are the guards?"
"Maybe he did all the bad things and was punished by God to eliminate them. Let's hurry up."
After entering the library area, it was still smooth. Dean seemed to be walking in his own garden. He walked through the empty corridor without stopping, walked up the rusty iron staircase on the left to the second floor, and took Teresa to the final floor. Outside the closed prison door on the left, reach out your hand like a claw and press and pull on the keyhole.
Platinum flames surged, and a large lock core was pulled off with his bare hands, revealing a pit.
He pushed open the iron door, and the bright lights in the corridor illuminated the frightened faces on the bed. The women had not yet calmed down from the previous teasing of Scarface.
Salma was still sobbing.
And Dean glanced at the woman with big eyes, high nose, and wheat-colored skin in the corner.
"Juana? Teresa is here to pick you up!"
"Teresa?" The black-haired woman stood up with a shocked face, and an old and familiar figure walked out from behind the white man at the door.
Eyes facing each other.
The two of them were shocked, with surprise smiles on their faces.
"Juana! My daughter, baby, mommy is here to pick you up, mommy is here!"
Teresa rushed towards him with open arms, tears falling to the floor.
"Teresa!" the woman shouted again, hugging her mother tightly, "You found me! I knew you would come to save me! Only you can save me!"
"Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?" Teresa nervously checked her body up and down.
"I'm fine, but you've lost a lot of weight... Wuwu... You must have suffered a lot during this time, Teresa."
Seeing the reunion of mother and daughter, the remaining thirty or so women truly believed that they had been rescued. They shouted excitedly, jumped like magpies, and hugged their close companions.
“Heavenly Father bless you!”
"God has appeared, sisters, we are saved!"
"Ugh, I've had enough, I want to go home!"
"This damn nightmare is finally over!"
"Sir, you are a policeman, you saved us." Salma rushed to the white man in a black trench coat at the door and clasped his hands with gratitude on her face. "I can't imagine what we would have done without your help." What a terrible fate I have suffered, how can I thank you?"
"I'm not a policeman, so I don't need to thank you. But you are free now." Dean looked at her tearful eyes and his face softened slightly.
"Have all those damn bastards been captured?" Salma's beautiful face twisted and she asked through gritted teeth,
"I'm going to the police station to testify against them. These kidnappers will have to spend half their lives in prison!" A slim blonde girl yelled, "Everyone, go together!"
"Quiet, listen to me! The kidnappers will never come to harass you again!" Dean glanced at the group of women who were so excited that they lost control. His face became solemn, he raised his voice and gave a "calm" spiritual suggestion, "Next, you should Return to your hometown immediately and don’t go back to the island. Just pretend nothing happened.”
"Why? Can't you go to the police station and ask for help instead of suing those bastards?" an innocent female voice asked,
"There is a problem with the police station on the island, understand? We need to call the police and go back to our hometown!"
Dean's words stunned all the women, panic appeared on their faces, and there was silence for a moment.
Yes, so many out-of-towners were kidnapped and stayed there for more than a month. The police chief didn't notice at all. They were 100% rogue police officers.
"But my hometown is in Arizona, and this is Texas. It's too far..." A girl with black hair said embarrassedly, "I-I don't have travel expenses."
Dean reached behind him, took the bag from Ying's hand, took out two bundles and waved them towards the women.
"Line up to get the toll, 20,000 yuan per person!"
Anyway, he doesn't feel bad about getting free money.
"Am I dreaming?!" A green-haired girl covered her mouth and was about to faint from the pie falling from the sky.
Twenty thousand US dollars is a huge sum of money that 99% of ordinary people cannot afford in this era.
Another girl with short hair and a model figure asked in surprise, "Did you spend more than a month filming a movie? Is this the reward for filming, sir?"
Dean smiled and shook his head, "I don't have the movie, but the money belongs to you."
A group of women felt an extremely unreal feeling of going from hell to heaven. The strong contrast made them feel slightly dizzy with happiness.
Salma, who was at the front of the line, took the green knife and squeezed it hard. After confirming the authenticity, she bit her lip and looked at the person in front of her with bright eyes, as if she had made some kind of decision.
Juana looked at her mother in surprise,
"Who is this gentleman giving such a large sum of money to a group of strangers?"
"Andy, his name is Andy, a generous and selfless good Samaritan!" Theresa rushed to Dean with her daughter in her arms, waving her arms and yelling at everyone, "He saved my life." Baby girl, he saved everyone."
"You must be the savior sent by the Black Madonna. I will pray for you every day for the rest of my life," Teresa knelt in front of him and prayed, wanting to kiss his shoes, but Dean held her shoulders.
A hot blonde girl next to him took the opportunity to attack, put a faint lip print on his face, hugged his neck and said,
"I will always remember your life-saving grace, God witnesses!"
"Mr. Andy, I will never forget your face in this life!"
"You are welcome to come to New York to see me at any time!"
"My great benefactor, I want to marry you!"
The women, weeping with joy, rushed forward in droves.
Dean barely dodged a few times, but received dozens of blows on his cheeks, neck, head, and even his butt.
The crazy enthusiasm was too much for him.
"Be restrained, ladies, don't touch!" After a while, Dean broke away from a pile of warm-scented nephrite, wiped the lip marks on his face, and cleared his throat, "Collect the travel expenses and leave immediately. The kidnappers' companions will come back. , you all can’t leave!”
The women were frightened by this and hurriedly collected the money. Under Dean's arrangement, they left the warehouse in an orderly manner and entered the open space outside. Along the way, they chattered about the missing guard.
Dean put all the more than 300,000 dollars left in his handbag into space, and his savings soared to 750,000 dollars.
Another bag of "poisonous milk powder" was swept into the sea by telekinesis and destroyed.
He rounded up most of the portable rocket launchers, MP5s, various explosives, .45ACP, and 9mm Par rounds in the warehouse, enriching the weapons arsenal.
As for the twenty-six frozen corpses, Dean thought, and a crack opened in the void like a huge mouth of the abyss, revealing a desolate and dilapidated scene like a cemetery, with chains engraved with skull patterns carrying them from Protruding from the cracks, it looked like countless sea monster tentacles wrapped around the ice sculpture.
Brush brush brush——
The chains danced and filled the sky with black light, filled with death and decay. Twenty-six corpses were pulled into the underworld in the blink of an eye and disappeared, completely erasing any trace of this world.
Call of the Underworld lv0 (2→3/100)
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This killing was silent and took less than ten minutes. The warehouse was in a remote location, and not even the women imprisoned in the room were aware of it, let alone outsiders.
The night was still quiet and peaceful.
Dean scanned all eight cars in the yard to confirm that there were no tracker sensors, organized more than thirty women, assigned cars according to their home addresses, and let them drive away from Galveston Island.
As for their fate after leaving the island, they can only rely on themselves to work hard.
Mother and daughter Dean and Teresa got into a car and were about to accept the payment, while looking at the system.
"The Missing Juana" is 100% complete.
Withdraw rewards.
Experience value +60, personal level lv6 (550→610/900).
"Wait a minute, sister, why are you standing there stupidly? Find a car!"
Juana looked at Salma, who was standing alone by the barbed wire with a hesitant look on her face. The latter looked longingly at Dean in the driver's seat, "I don't have a home."
"Come up, child. Come with us first." Mrs. Teresa pulled her into the car.
A row of cars quickly disappeared along the road into the blurry night.
(End of chapter)
