Early morning.

A two-story house on South Street in Las Vegas.

Looking through the window, in the dim light, a silver-haired old man with a kind face was listening intently to the story of a black-haired young man on the side of the sofa.

The young man spoke slowly, word for word, his voice sometimes excited, sometimes cold, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with excitement and confusion.

The old man held a brand-new tome in his arms, turned the white pages, and listened as he translated the story into beautiful words and vivid patterns.

Long.

The old man put down his pen, propped his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and held his chin.

"The world is endless, and the unsolved mysteries are one after another, nocturnal species, Midian, I've never heard of it, so I'm sorry, I can't tell you where Midian is."

She lifted her glasses and looked at Dean on the other side of the couch thinking,

"But in the past, there must have been many nocturnal species that left Midian, multiplied with humans all over the world, leaving behind their bloodlines, and gradually forming a team of hunters."

"There will always be hunters who have information about their ancestors and their hometowns."

"Find them, and you will find Midian."

Dean nodded,

"I don't get it... Westen said it had violated the iron law before it was driven out of Midian. What exactly is its so-called iron law? ”

"You can try to think about it." "There's a place where she's home to a huge number of deformed-looking monsters, steely, powerful, and dangerous. ”

"But the legends about them are so scarce that almost no one knows about them. There is only one circumstance that can lead to this situation. ”

Dean rolled his eyes and interjected,

"Midian's forbiddenness to let them leave their neighborhood, forbid them to harm humans, and may even prevent them from communicating with humans,"

Tribeca smiled approvingly, "That's right. Only by being isolated from the world can Midian's life survive unharmed. Otherwise, the human army would have wiped out this group of monsters that had gathered on a large scale long ago. ”

Dean bowed.

Judging from his current experience alone, no matter how powerful the monster is, it can only be wiped out in the face of nuclear weapons mastered by humans.

If they want to survive, they must be low-key and honest.

Dean took out the openwork gold invitation card and handed it over, "Do you know this invitation?" ”

Tribeca looked at her reading glasses for a long time and shook her head,

"Maybe it's something new? I can't understand it as an old antique. ”

……

The lights flickered, and the soft morning light outside the window gradually brightened.

One old and one young discussed for a while, perfecting the description of the nocturnal species as much as possible.

Tribeca finally closed the tome with satisfaction and handed it to Dean,

"The last Eater of the Dead, plus the Nocturnal Clan this time, is only two or three months apart, and the frequency of your encounters with supernatural creatures is frighteningly high, so I prepared a separate collection for you in advance."

"It will faithfully keep a record of all the supernatural creatures you have come into contact with, past, present, and future, and you can always come and check them. And rest assured, your true identity won't appear in the book. ”

"Then you'll have to work for you."

Dean Mo held the delicate hardcover book cover, and a faint sense of accomplishment rose in his heart, after more than half a year, there were already three supernatural beings who died in his hands.

He should be counted as a proper monster hunter.

"By the way, you start in a terrible state when you enter the house... Having been experiencing insomnia lately? Tribeca put down the book and swept his bloodshot, dark-eyed eyes, "Tell me if you're worried." ”

Dean was silent.

After leaving the Stone family's manor, he seems to have fallen under some kind of curse, and as soon as he sleeps, he dreams of the Stone's family, the Gorgon, including the former Eater of the Dead, and the cruel and bloody eating scenes.

His own face was mixed up in the bloody faces.

And the last poem that the gorgony read popped out of his mind from time to time, causing him to often be in a trance during the day.

Dean began to wonder if these supernatural monsters were all in possession of some kind of spiritual curse that was only activated when they were dying.

"I'm just a little too tired."

"Rest well and don't push yourself too hard."

"Well, take care of yourself."

……

Dean left the house and got into the car, pretending to form another face, and put on a black trench coat and black wide-brimmed hat, and drove south, ready to continue the unfinished business of the past few days.

……

A dilapidated two-story bungalow in South Las Vegas.

"Give me another month." A blonde woman in a thin red sweater pleaded into the phone, "Next month, the rent will not be less." ”

“NO！ For the sake of your orphans and widows, I have made an exception to give you an extension for half a year, and you have waived your rent for three months. A helpless male voice came from the phone, "But I'm also poor, I want to support my wife and children, I've always been considerate of you, who will be considerate of me!" ”

"I have to pay the rent tomorrow or I'll move out!"

"I can't, please."

"It's not negotiable this time."

"For your brother's sake, help me again!" The woman pleaded,

"His face? Penny, there's something I didn't tell you. ”

The male voice on the phone was furious, "Amos still owes me three thousand dollars before he disappears, I didn't ask you to pay it back, and I let you live in the house for so long, and I have done my best." I beg you, move away. ”

Honk... Honk...

The woman hung up the phone and walked back down the hall in a daze, picking up her giggling son in the stroller, rubbing his smooth little face and sobbing tiredly.

"I'm so tired, I can't hold it anymore, where did your ruthless father go?"

"Bang, bang..."

"Bang, bang..."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Penny's face changed, she wiped her tears with her sleeve, put the child down, and trotted over to open the door.

"Who are you?"

The glare of the sun shone out of the door on a stranger carrying a briefcase.

He wore a slender and straight figure under a black trench coat, and he also wore a black wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face with sunglasses and a mask.

The man's magnetic and steady voice sounded.

"Ma'am, do you know Amos Milson?"

Penny pursed her lips, and her premature face turned pale,

"He's my husband and he's been missing for a year. If you come to him and ask for a debt, I'm sorry, I don't have a single coin. I owe half a year's rent and have to raise children, so don't embarrass me for God's sake. ”

"You're mistaken." The man opened the black briefcase and pulled out a packet of brown paper and handed it over, "Jack lent me a sum of money before, since he is missing. The money is yours. ”

The woman's mouth opened wide, and her red eyes shone incredibly, and she knew exactly what kind of virtue her husband was, and every time she went to drink as soon as she was paid, she left only a meager living allowance for poor little Jack.

If you ask him to lend money to outsiders, the probability is lower than winning the lottery!

But the woman didn't clarify, gritted her teeth and reached out to take the brown paper bag, glanced into the bag, and exclaimed—two green knives.

"Put the money away, and I'll give you another heartfelt suggestion, look forward."

The man pressed the rim of the hat and turned to leave,

"After paying off the debt, take the children out of this place and start a new life."

"Wait, sir, what shall I call you, and how shall I contact you in the future?"

The man waved his hand without looking back, and disappeared behind the trees after a few big steps.

……

On the side of the road, Dean returned to the car, took off his mask, took out a piece of chocolate from the passenger seat bag full of high-calorie snacks, ate it calmly, and then took out his notebook and crossed out Amos Milson's name on it.

And before this name, ten names are remembered, half of which are crossed out and the other half are marked with question marks.

After leaving the manor, Dean visited the addresses on the photos one by one, but only a very small number of victims' families were contacted, and he quickly sent out 100,000 knives.

Most of the rest can't be found, and these are just the tip of the iceberg of the atrocities of the Stone family, and ninety percent of the dead are completely submerged in history.

"I've done what I had to do."

Dean's bloodshot eyes looked out the window at the winding road, and it was a bit of a fool's luck to give the money away.

"I am a human being, not a virgin, but I must not lose my bottom line and principles and become a 'monster'."

Dean muttered to himself, his eyes regaining determination.

"The rest of the photos were sent anonymously to LVPD, so that the police could help the victims collect debts from the Stone family."

As for the rest of the money, he intends to keep it himself.

In this way, his savings can reach a staggering 110,000 cash plus 100 gold bars.

However, the money did not come from the right way, and Dean did not dare to deposit it in the bank, so as not to be surrounded by the IRS (Internal Revenue Service).

……

After finishing this matter, Dean came to the shooting range of the martial arts field.

After swiping his face card, he came to the shooting path with a bunch of guns, held Colt with both hands, and aimed at the chest target fixed fifty meters away and pulled the trigger continuously.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet bursts through the air and the cartridge casings are thrown away.

The target breaks through holes.

His hands barely vibrated and were as steady as a steel frame.

After emptying both magazines, Dean exhaled,

"None of the twelve misses, and eight hit the vital area."

"I've finally managed to make it happen."

After practicing the pistol, Dean changed into a fully automatic AR-15.

The shooting skills are miraculously comprehensive, and as soon as the rifle is in his hands, the shooting of the lv2 pours a lot of knowledge of rifle shooting into Dean's mind.

Lying position, sitting position without support, side position, back position, kneeling position...

And once it was used, it was as familiar as a rifle shooting after practicing non-stop for a year or two.

Dean took a deep breath and picked up his rifle in a standing position.

Stand with your feet parallel to shoulder width.

Lift the gun with your whole body relaxed: shoulder, grip, gun, hip, cheek.

Right eye, hole, crosshair, three points and one line aiming, steady breathing, high concentration, experience the law of shaking of the firearm.

Da-da-da-da.

The guns thundered, and the thrown bullet casings were connected in a line.

The muzzle of the black hole spewed flames.

The white smoke gave out a strong smell of gunpowder.

The target 100 meters away shook as if it had been subjected to a continuous electric shock, and a large bullet hole appeared.

After a quarter of an hour, the gunfire stopped.

Dean rubbed his slightly sore wrist and nodded in satisfaction.

Intermediate Iron Man support, even if he uses the rifle for a long time, he is as steady as an old dog, the gun only shakes in a very small range, and perfectly grasps the rhythm of firing.

In addition, shooting is increased to lv2 to gain 1 point of perception, and his vision used to be about 1.3, but now it is close to 2.0.

Plus a boost in agility and strength.

His shooting skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

But compared to firearms, the "Shadow of the Past" is Dean's biggest killer weapon, and the confidence to fight with supernatural beings.

"Wait for the meditation of lv1 to rise to lv2, improve the will, stabilize the state, and then add the upgraded attribute points to the spirit to enhance the shadow of the past."

…

"Shoot the little prince, a few more rounds today?"

The owner of the range, Sanderi Novanov, stepped forward and looked at the target in the distance and held out his hand to him.

"Generally, about fifteen hundred rounds." Dean shook hands with him gently,

"I've been driving a shooting range for so many years, and I've never seen someone as diligent as you, and instead of beating your hands after half a year of crazy training, your level has skyrocketed to top a veteran for five or six years." Andrei joked with amazement, "Tell me, you're so desperate, is there a monster chasing behind your ass?" ”

"That's right, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, I'm stressed, so I need fire support," Dean asked with a relaxed smile, "Can you provide a desert eagle?" ”

In these two battles, Dean has clearly felt that the M1911a1, and even the semi-automatic rifle, are not enough to deal with supernatural monsters, and he urgently needs powerful weapons.

"Desert Eagle? I've heard of it... But it is currently under development. Andrei shook his head, "It will be at least two or three years before it is sold publicly." ”

Dean sighed, aside from the Desert Eagle, his favorite super pistol was Smith Wesson's M500, close enough to kill a brown bear, powerful enough for a supernatural being to drink a pot.

It's a pity that in the 80s, this thing was also not born.

"If you love high-powered pistols, then I recommend you get a Pfeiffer Zelisca revolver to collect, and I can recommend a store for you if needed."

Di'an moved his head, "Why have I never heard of this thing?" Is it powerful? ”

"Power? It claims to be the best pistol in the world, but it's not very practical," the man touched his big nose, "it weighs several times as much as an ordinary revolver, is no smaller than a rifle, and can only be loaded with five special bullets in the oldest way." It's a lot of money, along with specialized bullets. ”

Di Anxin quietly eliminated this thing, if the pistol was too large and had no concealment, he might as well bring a rifle and a shotgun.

…

"Andrey, do you sell guns yourself?"

"You're asking the wrong person, I run a shooting range, I don't sell guns. If you want to buy a gun, you should go to an outdoor store, a gun store, or a Walmart. ”

"A regular place doesn't sell what I want." Dean stared into the man's eyes, "I'm going to buy fully automatic, as well as sniper rifles, explosives, you must have a way to do that." Can't add spokespeople to loyal customers for convenience? ”

"Why do you buy these things? Don't talk to me about any monsters," Andre crossed his hands and looked at him,

"I like firearms, can't I buy them for collection?"

Andrei rubbed his chin and thought for half a minute,

"There have been too many major cases in Las Vegas during this time, and the control of firearms has become very strict, and my shooting range has been repeatedly inspected, and it is not convenient to get the goods. In this way, when your uncle Pakui comes back, the limelight should pass, and when the time comes, you can choose all kinds of guns, but I don't do charity, remember to bring enough money. ”

(End of chapter)