The two glanced at each other, ignored the bartender, and walked straight to the corner.

Lift the beaded curtains, and the inside is the essence of this bar.

"Crackle."

A crisp whip came from the passage inside.

Seeing that Ethan wanted to run forward, Siobhan hurriedly grabbed his arm: "Relax, it's normal for this kind of movement to happen here." ”

Confused, Ethan walked inside along the red-brick mottled passageway.

The area at the back is made up of semi-open rooms, like a cage.

The scene inside is clearly visible, and from time to time there are sounds of joy.

The red light bulbs illuminate the back in red, and there are red bricks, iron chains, and fences everywhere, giving people the feeling of being in a dungeon.

The two walked briskly inside, a man and a woman leaning against the wall and kissing, Ethan approached to take a look.

Well, it's the standing pile.

Moving on, in a nearby room, several naked men and women were tied up with ropes and suspended in the air.

Rope art.

These two words appeared in Ethan's mind inexplicably.

There was another crackling sound, and a naked woman wearing fake gadgets next to her brandished whip in her hand and struck at those people.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Ethan looked hot and swallowed and asked Siobhan.

"Don't ask."

Siobhan shook his head: "Asking is voluntary, we don't care if others play role-playing." ”

"It's just that these people play with things that are wilder."

"Most of the people here like Satanic culture, although they are not used to it, but others like it."

"Satanists?" Ethan narrowed his eyes:

"Cult?"

"Lovers, tourists, most of them are strange sexual fetishes." Siobhan shook his head: "These people are not up to the level of cult fanatics. ”

"Who was the colleague that the bartender was talking about? It can't be Brock, they're here too. ”

Before Ethan could answer her, there were several roars from ahead.

Immediately afterward, a black suit was thrown out of the room and slammed to the ground with a low grunt of pain.

Look closely, good fellow, Phillips.

Ethan quickly rushed forward and looked past him into the room.

In the large room, several men in black leather were beating up Hank.

Two fists were invincible to eight hands, he blocked a few times in a row, was punched in the chest, and staggered back a few steps.

Another leather man picked up a slinger and tried to rush from behind.

"Hey."

Ethan yelled and lunged forward, slapping the man in the neck.

The man's body was weak, and the throwing stick was snatched by Ethan.

"Poof."

Ethan played the stick in a circle, grabbed the handle of the stick and whipped the man over.

Several people who were besieging Hank noticed the movement behind them.

They quickly turned around and lunged at Ethan.

The stick flicked, and a whistling sound sounded.

The one who rushed to the front was hit hard.

"Click."

The crisp sound of a fracture sounded, and the arm bent at a strange angle.

"Ah!!h

Ethan followed with a straight kick that knocked the screaming man into the air, knocking out several people behind him like a bowling ball.

He strode up, gathered up his strength, swung his stick, and struck him with a slash in the face.

"Smack, smack."

"Stop !!"

As he whipped with a stick, screams and begs for mercy rang out.

After confirming that none of them dared to make a mistake, Ethan finally stopped wielding his stick.

In just a dozen seconds, the people who did what they did to Phillips and Hank just now were all lying on the ground.

Ethan grabbed the stick and turned his head to look to the side.

Next to the wide sex chair, there stood a blonde woman in a hollow leather dress, with two belts crossed on her upper body, blocking two points.

He has a good figure, slender legs, and looks about twenty years old.

She held a dagger in both hands, her arms trembling, the tip of the knife like an electric shock.

Seeing the liquid running down her thighs and smelling a pee of urine.

Ethan shook his head and waved his stick:

"Let's go home."

The woman nodded in horror, threw down the dagger, and hurried outside, running all the way, with a ticking sound all the way.

"Are you alright?"

Ethan stepped forward and held out his arm.

"It's fine." Hank grabbed his hand and stood up, moving his body to indicate that he was fine.

Hank was very experienced in guarding the vital point just now, and was about to draw his gun.

Unexpectedly, in just a short period of time, several thugs asked Ethan to subdue all of them.

Siobhan also helped Philis up, and the two walked in together.

She was not surprised by what was happening inside, and she didn't even pull out her gun.

"Why do I see you every time."

Ethan patted the stick and looked at Phillips with a smile: "Are you all this unlucky?" ”

"Shet."

Phillips slapped the dust off his body, a little annoyed: "Before I could identify myself, these bastards did it." ”

"How did you find here?"

"Today's thing that the Chino kid drawn." Siobhan took the piece of paper out of his pocket and waved it, "This is the only place where these people can be found." ”

"But I guess you already know, right?"

Phillips held his arm and shook it, grinning back: "I only received the news in the afternoon, these cases are consistent with other sacrificial murder methods in the FBI database, and they all point to Satanism. ”

"So I found it through connections to see if I could get some clues."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the man who had just taken the lead.

The man was lying on the ground, his bare back, with a row of pointed steel horns embedded along his vertebrae.

"Hey, idiot."

Phillips kicked him in the ass: "Where did you make the thing on your back?" ”

The dark-haired man struggled to sit up, sweating profusely.

He held on to his broken arm and didn't say a word, just stared at Ethan with resentment.

"Bang."

Without saying a word, Ethan kicked him over and then crushed his foot over his broken arm.

"Fakeu, let go."

A cry of pain rang out, the black-haired man's face was hideous, and his other intact hand kept tapping the ground.

"You want to remember what I look like?"

Ethan rubbed his foot back and forth a few times, then flipped him over. Then he crouched down and smiled, "My name is Ethan Morgan." ”

"Now I'll let you see it clearly."

"Do you want to seek revenge on me in the future and need me to tell you your home address?"

The black-haired man's eyes flickered, he thought of something, and shook his head frantically.

"Can't you speak?"

Ethan moved the slinger to his lower body: "Will you speak?" ”

"Yes, I can speak."

The black-haired man nodded hurriedly and said in horror: "I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, how can I take revenge on you." ”

"Very well, now please answer this agent's question."

Ethan gently put the slinger down: "Where are those things on your back made, and who made them for you?" ”

"That man's name is Quake, and we'll all call him Dr. Quake."

The black-haired man shuddered and said quickly, "He works in the back of a dry cleaner, and people in several nearby towns are looking for him for surgery. ”

"Thank you for your cooperation." Ethan stood up and tossed the stick to Phillips:

"Simple work."

After speaking, he reached into his trouser pocket, grabbed two or three hundred dollars, and threw them on the black-haired man: "You know what to do, right?" ”

"Understood." Looking at the fluttering banknotes, the black-haired man said with a bitter face:

"My friends and I would keep our mouths shut."

Hank, who was standing in the corner, saw the scene happening in front of him, and the hand behind his back opened and closed vigorously, and then clenched it tightly.

(End of chapter)