At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark.

Palm Tree Street.

The car sped down the road and stopped at the foot of the steps of House 121.

Dressed in a black trench coat with a wide brim and a black hat that covered most of his face, revealing only his smooth chin, Dean got out of the car and looked around to make sure that the surrounding houses were quiet and no one was paying attention.

Get out of the car and carry a black sports bag, which looks like it can almost fit a person.

He carried his bag and walked gently up the low steps in the path between the two bushes.

God's perspective scans an area of ten meters nearby.

Bright street lamps, rusty fire hydrants, large dark brown iron gates ahead, and dense bushes all around.

There are no surveillance cameras.

Perhaps because of the weakness of being a thief, criminals usually do not like to install surveillance equipment near their homes to avoid leaving evidence of their crimes.

Behind the door, in the living room, luxuriously decorated and as spacious as a junior suite, crystal lamps flickered with crystalline light, but it was empty.

The owner should be in the inner bedroom.

Dean walked softly to the door and put down his black sports bag.

"Knock knock."

Knock on the door three times and pause.

"Knock knock."

Three more times, and then Dean silently hid on tiptoe to the right side of the door, out of the range of the cat's eye, crouched against the wall, holding his breath, and monitoring the door from God's perspective.

Less than thirty seconds.

Click...

Footsteps from far and near.

A familiar face appeared in God's perspective, blonde and slender, none other than the real estate merchant's youngest son, Gru Stone.

At four o'clock in the morning, normal people are asleep, and night owls who have been crazy all night should almost rest, but there is no trace of sleepiness on the face of this rich second generation, his eyes flashing with terrifying desire and excitement, he keeps shaking his nose and taking a deep breath, with a sickly greed on his expression.

He was wearing not comfortable pajamas, but a strange dark red apron that covered his chest and thighs, and was covered with an unknown layer of dirt that was so thick that it was pleated.

His steps were as rapid as an ant on a hot pan.

Crunch –

Gru opened the door, rubbed his hands together excitedly, and eagerly lifted his sports bag.

But the feeling of starting his hand instantly made his face change greatly.

It's too light.

It's impossible to pretend to be human!

Realizing that something was wrong, Gru dropped the bag and shrank into the house like a loach.

But he was slow.

A gust of wind blew.

An iron pillar-like thigh stuck in front of the closed iron door and door frame.

At the same time, a pistol with a silencer was held to his temple.

A face moved from behind the door to Gru's eyes, grinning and showing white teeth, and the smile was so hospitable.

But Gru couldn't laugh.

"Shhhh

Dean made a stop-motion with his left index finger to his mouth, and the pistol clenched in his right hand pushed Gru back through the door.

With a hook of the hind foot, the sports bag was also hooked into the house.

Poof.

The door is closed.

Dean forced Gru behind the leather couch and sat him on the cold marble floor.

Throwing away the wide-brimmed hat, the playful gaze began to look up and down at this rich second generation-

He tensed his cheeks and closed his lips, trying to maintain his composure and composure, but the trembling corners of his mouth and fingers betrayed his true heart.

"Mr. Stone, in order to thank you for the great gift you gave me in the early hours of this morning, I specially came to the door to return the gift."

Dean slapped his face with his hand slanderously, watching a humiliating flush on his face, the grievances of the previous case being flipped and vanished.

He can't use normal means to deal with the rich second generation with a prominent background.

But he can kill the other party.

Dean wasn't going to let this guy die too happily right now.

"How does it feel? Surprised, moved, satisfied? Dean stared at him with round eyes and slowly twisted the muzzle of the gun against his thick short white blonde hair, "Remember to give me a 10 point when you go to hell." ”

The veins in Gru's neck stirred,

"I don't know what you mean, did you have some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?"

Bang!

The pistol drew a violent black line.

Dean swung the butt of his rifle and slammed it into his face, and a ridiculous red mark suddenly appeared on the side of his face as perfect as a marble sculpture.

Handsome men turn into funny clowns.

But Gru was also hard, grinning his teeth, swallowing all the wails into his stomach, and squinting at Dean,

"OK, I admit it! I hired two people to deal with you... I have misestimated your strength, I have offended your dignity, and I am willing to make amends. What do you want, money, status, or woman? ”

Gru Stone clasped his hands on his knees, stared into his eyes, and pretended to be calm with his expression,

"There is no undying hatred between us. As long as you spare me this time, all the conditions are mentioned, believe me, the power and financial resources of the Stone family are beyond your imagination. ”

"If you're worried about my retaliation afterwards, I'll help you get a foreign identity, plus Mada, Frannistan... Let you take a sum of money that is enough for the rest of your life to have no worries about food and clothing, and fly away. ”

Dean looked at him condescendingly for a long time, and his eyes inadvertently showed a heart-warming expression,

"It's tempting, I'll think about it, but before that, you'll have to answer a few questions honestly."

His pupils shrank, and a breathtaking cold light filled the air,

"Every month from January to October of this year, you asked Tatian to kidnap a living person for you and bring it to this house, for what purpose did you do? Where did you get all those innocents? ”

Gru swallowed his spit, showing an extremely incredulous expression, and then his face sank, and he raised his head and spitted and quibbled,

"Who told you about these fake news? Tatyo and Cruise? This is nonsense, this is slander! I haven't hurt anyone but you! ”

"Huh."

Dean grinned, his right hand drooping.

The muzzle of the gun is aimed at Gru's right thigh and the trigger is pulled.

Shout!

The skin and flesh opened, and a ball of blood burst out on the dark red apron, and the blood fell to the ground.

Hiss—

Gru's face was distorted in pain for a moment, and blood vessels and green tendons drilled under his face like loaches.

But he still gritted his teeth, covered the blood-soaked wound, let the blood stain his fingers red, and never let out a cry of pain.

There was even a hint of weird excitement in those green eyes.

Shet.

This guy can't be a masochist, right?

A cold glint flashed in Dean's eyes, and he raised the muzzle of his gun to aim it in the middle of Gru's forehead.

"The bones of the Stone family are so hard? Very well, I'm here to fulfill you. ”

"Stop! Don't kill me! I say! ”

"I kidnapped ten people. I took them to this house and tortured them. ”

The man finally broke down and screamed, looking at Dean like a madman,

"After I vented, I sold them to Europe!"

Dean glanced at the system, and the progress of the investigation jumped from 10 percent after entering the door to 15 percent.

Too little, this guy is not honest.

He sighed, a hint of pity in his eyes,

"If I'm not mistaken, there is an old man in his seventies among the kidnappers, and people in Europe are so picky?"

Phew-

Bullets burst into the air.

Gru groaned as he groaned as he tried to cover a wound with one hand, but he couldn't, and the blood poured out into a pool of blood on the ground.

He sobbed, and a cry came out of his throat, and tears flowed from the pain,

"You won, you madman!"

"I told you, they're in the house, go back... But let me bandage it first, I don't want to bleed to death. ”

…

Dean put two rudimentary bandages on Gru, barely bandaged the wound, and the gun was held to the back of his head and escorted him across the hall and toward the kitchen.

At the same time, let the ghost armor cover the body further and avoid any traps.

The bright lighting illuminates a wide range of large-scale kitchenware, comparable to the back kitchen of a formal restaurant.

Dean twitched his nose, and on the cooktop cutting board was a large plate of chopped and green parsley, rosemary, black pepper, sage, and more than ten spices.

It exudes a highly layered, intense aroma.

Next to the spices, the colorful foie gras, caviar, vegetable salad...

Dean looked at Gru, who was limping, with a strange expression, and joked,

"You were cooking before? Ready to wait for me to come for a supper? ”

"These are appetizers." Gru clutched his thighs and said regretfully, "The main course, probably I'll never get a chance to taste it." ”

……

Dean followed him to the innermost part of the kitchen, in front of the freezer, which was blocked by a silver stainless steel door.

Gru clicked the switch on the outside of the door a few times to unlock it, and opened the door outside, and a burst of white freezing gas gushed out, quickly pouring into the kitchen, and the temperature of the kitchen instantly dropped by several degrees.

Gru, who had lost so much blood, shivered from the cold that he turned to look at Dean inquiringly.

But the rich experience of watching movies in his previous life told Dean not to enter an unfamiliar room casually.

Recklessly running into the freezer to check?

And then Gru Stone closes the door, won't he become frozen meat?

It is impossible to get through the door.

Dean still held the gun to the back of Gru's head, ignoring the fleeting disappointment on the other side's face.

Open God's perspective and search through the white frozen air.

As the fog cleared and visibility increased, he saw a purgatory-like scene.

At a glance, Dean's chest was tight, his abdomen was rolling, and a cold, vague, and mournful wail sounded in his ears, and his temples stirred strangely.

Thinking of the place outside the freezer, he understood everything, and looked at the man in front of him like an arrow,

"Fako, you monster!"

"No, no, no, as you can see...", the man turned his back to Dean, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and a strange sense of pleasure exuded in his tone, "I just let them merge with me. ”

Dean's hand holding the gun shook a few times, resisting the urge to shoot this guy in the head,

"Are you still a person?"

"We prefer to call ourselves 'hunters.'" Gru slowly turned his head to look at Dean as he endured the sharp pain in his thigh, noticing that the hateful mockery on the other man's face had finally disappeared, revealing naked killing intent for the first time.

"Hunter? I'm really going to put gold on my face. Dean took a deep breath, calmed down his restless mood, and glanced at the progress of the investigation, seventy percent, "Your family is so rich and you can buy everything, why did you degenerate into a demon?" Idle and bored in pursuit of excitement? ”

Gru shook his head, relieved to see Dean's attitude strangely relaxed, and a trace of memory flashed across his cheeks, "I used to be as normal as you, and I despised such a disgusting beast. ”

"I believe that nine out of ten normal people in the world hold this view."

"But it's a pity," Gru's voice changed, and he took a step back towards the door, "I later found out that I am not a normal person, and I can't survive on ordinary food all the time like a normal person. ”

"I have an innate 'talent', and I am born with an abnormal desire in my body that is more than ordinary people."

"I have to eat special foods every once in a while, up to a month, otherwise, my body will get sick."

"It's just an excuse you make for your psychopath." Dean moved the gun to the back of his neck.

"We went to more than a dozen of the most famous hospitals in the country, and finally confirmed that it is not only a psychological problem, but also a problem with the body, genetic material, and genes."

Gru's answer was unusually calm,

Dean asked, "So what happens if you eat normally all the time?" ”

"This desire will completely destroy my sanity and turn me into a demon. When the time comes... I will destroy everything uncontrollably, devour everything until it is completely filled! ”

"In order to keep my sanity and avoid getting out of control, I learned to hunt actively every once in a while."

The progress of the investigation skyrocketed.

Dean looked moved, could they really be just some kind of alien creature in human skin?

"You've got a missing brother who looks like Tim Cambage..."

"It's come to this, and I won't hide it from you, he's not missing, I got sick a few years ago and accidentally hurt him, and I'm very guilty, so when I saw Tim's face at Macy's, I couldn't help but kidnap him, but I didn't intend to hurt him."

The progress of the survey jumped from 70 percent to 80 percent.

"You were going to use me as a hunting target today?"

Gru simply nodded, his gaze moving up and down, exuding a terrifying greed and fear, "You are very strong, far more than ordinary people. In the safe passage of the mall, I could smell your vitality and exuberant vitality from afar, and I knew then that you were no ordinary person, and that you were there to arrest me. ”

"After that chance encounter in the mall, I fell in love with you, but I made a big mistake, I underestimated your ability." Gru gave a small boast.

A row of prompts flashed in front of Dean's eyes.

The progress of the investigation is 100 percent.

The purpose of the event is accomplished.

Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.

Extract.

Personal XP +30, Lv2 (260/300) → (290/300)

"Smell me?"

Dean remembers that Tribeca had mentioned something similar.

This special group has an extremely sensitive sense of smell, comparable to a hunting dog, and its body is close to fifteen points, and more than ninety out of nine humans have become a sweet spot in their eyes?

This one has been cut.

(End of chapter)