Dean found the three thugs led by Isaac and Cruze in the parking lot outside the villa, and he quietly hid behind a jeep to observe.

Too far away to hear the conversation, he took it upon himself to check the Colt in the holster under his arm.

Then he examined the board, his fingers were as sharp and cold as a mosuo dagger, his skin was covered with goosebumps, 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 Cruze separated, they left in a gray Ford SUV.

Dean was not good at driving and was worried about being discovered by the group, so he memorized the license plate number and waited for them to leave for five minutes before driving Bronco to the old street of the South End.

……

Around nine o'clock in the evening.

The Ford off-road was parked outside a three-story western-style building on the side of the street.

Isaac and his party got out of the car, reached out and touched their fists with the guard at the door with a beanie hat and a gun, and his waist was like a bucket, and then took out the key on his waist and opened the door.

The three of them rushed in shouting.

After five minutes, a Blanco drove past the house without stopping and into a small alley in the middle of nowhere.

Dean got out of the car and opened the trunk.

Rummaging through the contents, it was a pity that tonight's action was purely whimsical and did not prepare in advance, and he only found a few clothes, including the one on his trip to Santa Monica Beach.

"It can only be recycled."

Dean replaced his tracksuit with a black jacket and covered his hair with a black swim cap.

A gray shirt is cut in half, one half is used as a mask to cover most of the face, and the other half is cut in half, tied to the left and right hands and shoes respectively, and turned into ugly and clumsy black gloves and shoe covers, which are used to hide possible fingerprints and shoe prints.

After being completely disguised, Dean leaves the alley.

Tonight, the stars and the moon are dim, and the sky is dark.

At this point in time, there are no pedestrians on the street.

Eight out of ten street lamps in the old street were broken, and the lights that were still working flickered and flickered, not only did it bring a touch of warmth and light to this dark neighborhood, but it made it even more eerie, like a ghost realm on earth.

Dean, who had wrapped himself tightly, took advantage of the cover of night to walk quickly around the three-story house where the guards stood outside the door, repeating the circle.

The gaze and God's perspective kept sweeping over the street lamps, stop signs, and the eaves of the houses along the street.

After half an hour of tedious reconnaissance work, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are no surveillance cameras."

He returned to the target house diagonally across the road, leaned against the garbage bin behind the barbed wire like a drunk, and scanned the windows on the second and third floors of the house from a distance of dozens of meters.

Dean began to wait boredly.

In the dark and cold night, even the insects disappeared, and the occasional movement was only the cold wind whistling through the long street, and Dean's own heartbeat.

After a long wait.

The moon disappeared completely, and so did the faint starlight.

Outside the house, the fat man in the beanie yawned.

And Dean was in good spirits-

The lights in the house went out suddenly.

He looked at his watch, and it was almost 2 a.m.

He suppressed his excitement and excitement, and continued to squat for another hour, waiting until three o'clock in the morning.

The guard tilted his head, and was almost asleep when he stood.

Dean suddenly stood up and rushed over, as athletic as a cheetah chasing prey.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, eighteen meters.

Dean threw a boomerang at the guard with his right hand.

"Shhhh

The air hissed.

There was a pale glow like a meteor in the dark night.

"Shadow" dragged the board and blinked across the fat man's layered neck.

Hmmm-

The tip of the board instantly pulled a tumbling centipede-like opening on the flesh and blood, and the blood rushed out, and the fat man who was in pain widened his eyes for a moment, and opened his mouth to shout.

But Shadow took the lead and enveloped his entire body, becoming like an impenetrable bandage, engulfing his wailing, moaning, and swallowing it all.

He was frozen in place, and the fat under his clothes surged like waves across the ocean.

Dean had already run up to him, reaching out and grabbing the board.

Clench.

Lunge.

A stab diagonally from above!

Poof!

Blood splattered.

The whole finger-length teardrop-shaped board, like a hot knife cutting tofu, poked smoothly through the fat man's chin and penetrated his vital point.

Flutter!

The exiting board pulled out a blinding line of blood.

At the same time, it heats up and shines.

A confused soul is sucked into it.

"You used the board and killed Gehr... Mastery +3, Combat lv2 (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 with his head cut through his neck, and a fountain of blood splattered all over the ground like a blooming rose.

Dean's blood burned as well, and he pushed the guard under the Ford at the door with a slight flush.

Open God's perspective and observe the scene inside the house through the large iron door of the confinement.

The first floor, the second floor, and the third floor, it was pitch black.

In the hall around the sofa, on the floor, and in the bedroom on the second floor, within ten meters, there were a bunch of men lying around, with guns, flower arms, earrings, and nose rings, and they were in good shape.

"It's not easy to mess with" is written all over the face.

They slept soundly, some snoring pleasantly, not noticing that a pair of eyes were peering through the wall.

Dean watched again and again, making sure that there was no danger in his view, and then ordered Shadow to slip through the bars of the window and open the door with a gentle movement.

Crunch –

A man in a blanket on the couch smacked his mouth, turned around and went back to sleep.

Dean landed on tiptoe like a cat and spun in a silent circle, once again inspecting all the corners of the first to third floors.

Ordinary layout, living room kitchen, TV sofa, no basement, no surveillance cameras, dead silence.

Dean put his mind at ease and turned his gaze to the sofa on the right, approaching the meaty man who was sleeping on his back.

Bend over and hold the board tightly.

Combat lv2 is activated.

With a lot of experience in the first blow of the dagger in his mind, he seemed to be a professional assassin with years of practice.

Summons Shadow.

Swing the board.

Puff puff puff.

Wave twice in an instant.

A transverse stroke cuts the major artery in the neck and the trachea.

A straight poke is stabbed into the heart between the third and fourth ribs with precision.

The action is precise, lethal and not superfluous.

A clear trace of pain appeared on the sleeping man's face, but after more than ten seconds, his neck was crooked, and under the wrapping of the "shadow" five flowers, he couldn't even move a finger, and fell into eternal darkness.

"You used the board and killed... Mastery +3, Combat lv2 (9/300). ”

Dean received the death message prompted by the system, so he covered the body with a blanket to wipe the blood off the board.

Eyes excitedly approached the second target.

Puff puff...

Killing, silence.

"Shadow" controls and silences, and assassinates the vital points.

There wasn't a ripple in the middle.

In the dark hall, six sleeping men, without making a sound, indulged in sweet dreams and bid farewell to this world.

Six warm corpses lay alongside.

If they have guns, if they are sober, it will definitely be a vicious battle, alarm the neighbors, and call the police.

But there are no ifs, they are as fragile as paper figures under the wandering of Dean's ghost.

There is no resistance.

The pungent smell filled the air, and the viscous blood flowed like lava on the couches, blankets, and cold floors.

It became a living hell.

Dean glanced at the rapidly rising fighting skills, followed the stairs around the corner, and walked up to the second floor with light steps.

……

Six bedrooms.

God's Perspective Penetrates the Door - One or two people sleep in each bedroom, a total of ten people...

Two bedroom doors are locked, and Dean lets Shadow fly into the bedroom through the next window to open the door for him.

Then they were slaughtered.

Sneaking, wiping throats, piercing the heart... Try to kill with one hit, allowing the target to leave quickly and painlessly.

Ten kills.

The system swept through a large area of bloodplate, and the death prompt was piercing.

Combat proficiency was like riding a rocket, and at a speed that he couldn't imagine before, he increased to lv2 (51/300).

An indescribable feeling of pleasure arose in my heart!

Killing people is the fastest shortcut to promotion!

……

Tata Tower.

Ghost Walk.

Climb up to the third floor.

Dean silently assassinates five more people, and then finds Isaac, a horse-faced man who was making trouble at the birthday party, and two henchmen in one of his bedrooms.

The three of them lay staggered on a blue velvet bed.

The saffron carpet underfoot is filled with bottles and jars, and the pungent smell of whiskey wafts through the air.

In addition to this, there were several slender rolls of knives on the bedside table, as well as a pile of unused pieces of paper, straws, and unused powder.

Dean had heard that grass sellers were generally "clean and self-conscious," but that doesn't seem to be the case now.

"Uh-huh-"

Dean swung his board and took out two of Isaac's henchmen one by one, watching as their sticky blood splattered into the air like high-pressure water guns, staining the ornate velvet quilt and saffron carpet red.

Then he slowly walked up to Isaac and carefully examined the ugly and serene face of the horse, with black hair and yellow skin, deep eye sockets, and high cheekbones.

"You've messed with the wrong person."

Dean hugged his temples with both hands and twisted hard!

Click.

The crisp sound of broken bones echoed through the bedroom.

Isaac's head was tilted to the side at a frightening angle, and his chin was almost parallel to his chest.

Seriously injured Isaac, Mastery +1, Combat lv2 (67/300)

Hit by this heavy blow, the horse-faced man fell directly into a coma, but there was still a breath of air.

……

"Don't rush to go... It's a long night, and at the end I can make some contributions. ”

Dean's eyes shrank into a slit and turned the unconscious man to face him head-on.

And then he lifted the board... Lv2 Combat Skill activated.

The board was aimed at his calf joint.

Fall!

The arm brings the afterimage of the debut, and the board is as flexible as a knife.

In the bedroom, I remembered a series of terrifying blades into flesh...

……

Dean let go of the slab and dropped the bloody corpse.

You killed Isaac Payton, Mastery +3, Combat lv2 (72/300)

A bright red hint flashed in front of my eyes:

There is no living person in the house except you.

You have eliminated the hidden dangers perfectly.

100% completion of the event.

Withdraw your rewards!

Experience +50, Personal Level Lv2 (180→230/300)

……

Dean put away a few rolls of knives on the bedside table, picked up the bottle, poured out the remaining liquor, and poured it all over the bed and the corpse.

Throw out the lighter.

Bang!

An orange-red flame rose up.

The firelight illuminated the blood-stained eyes above the mask.

The wandering in his eyes flickered.

This time, he shot to kill them all, leaving no one alive.

High-profile, cruel, and seems to violate principles.

But with this thought, Dean thought of the bloody face of the Zombie Eater in his dream, and Isaac's nervous and crazy smile at the party.

If you don't do anything, then wait for this guy to take revenge later, to hurt himself and his friends, and then slowly defend himself and fight back?

"I didn't do anything wrong, I killed all the scum, all the people who threatened my life. And no one can find out. ”

Dean comforted himself, his eyes regaining determination.

He turned and went downstairs, picked out a young man with a public face, and took the blood of a test tube as a blood sample for his mimicry ability.

Outside, Dean resisted the corpse of the guard under the car outside the house into the house, and set another fire on the first floor.

As soon as the gate closes, return to the alley where you parked.

The house burned, and the fire swelled rapidly with the night wind.

The crackling and exploding flames, the dazzling red light of the jumps, and the demons that turned into wild dances tore apart the dead silence of the night.

And a white Blanco quietly drove past the burning house, driving into the darkness on the other side.

Nobody knows.

(End of chapter)