"Where did you get the invitation?" Pakui asked,

"On a goddamn bastard." Dean was vague,

"So what are you waiting for?" Rust couldn't care less about asking, looked at the dim sunlight outside the car window, and urged, "Now it's too late to go back and pick it up and attend the club's party!" ”

……

The three of them marked the location of the Red Dragon Club on the map.

I drove back home, took out three invitations, and changed into a suit suitable for a formal occasion.

Dean disassembled the MP5 into a pile of small parts and distributed them to his companions to hide in their suits.

I also carried an M26 grenade just in case.

Paqui got a couple of bulletproof vests.

"We're not going to a club to find someone, why are we carrying guns and wearing this thing?" Rust laboriously put on a bulletproof vest for his skinny body,

"Maybe it's the kidnapper's lair, and in order to avoid being beaten into a sieve, you must be prepared in advance to protect yourself," Paqui calmly pulled the sleeve and checked the gun,

"Rust, it's not too late to regret it." Di smoothed his neckline and cuffs, raised his chin slightly, his temperament was like an unsheathed sword, and his left hand quickly loaded a pair of magazines into the special leather case at the waistband of his trousers, "If you have to join, you may be seriously injured or even killed, understand." ”

Rust took a deep breath, the expression on his immature cheeks was as hard as steel, a human life last night made him have no way out, but his voice was trembling, "Grace has taken care of me for more than ten years, this time it's my turn to do something for her, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance if it's too late." ”

Dean handed him an M1911a1.

"Bring your own defense."

……

It was already dark when the three of them set off again.

On the edge of the steamy artificial lake, villas, residential and commercial floors are lit up with lights, illuminating the lake sparkling.

But they didn't want to appreciate it, so they parked a mile away from the club, got out of the car and walked there.

Outside the club, dozens of luxury and sports cars such as Cadillac, Lincoln and Ferrari have been parked in the parking spaces under the palm trees.

Obviously, the people who entered the club tonight for the banquet were either rich or noble.

……

Rust was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe,

"Relax, man," said Paqui, "the sky is falling, and we're in front." ”

This reassurance seems to have worked.

The process was also exceptionally smooth.

After the security guard's eyes behind his sunglasses swept over the golden invitations of the three people inlaid with red dragons, he respectfully opened the black steel glass door.

Behind the gates.

The trio passed through a dark, narrow corridor and entered the extremely spacious, brightly lit dining room on the first floor.

The hall is decorated in a cold black, white and gray color, and the center of the hall leads to the patio on the third floor.

The wood-coloured dining tables are staggered, adding a soft aesthetic to the spacious space.

On all sides are uncarved cement walls, rough and uneven, and there are no deliberate hidden water and electricity pipes, and the building structure is clearly visible.

Bare light bulbs fall from the ceiling to the dining table.

No one has any fancy decorations.

The whole restaurant is rough and casual.

There were about thirty or forty guests.

And ninety percent of them are middle-aged and elderly white people, dressed in a dignified black evening dress, full of energy, with a polite smile on their faces, talking with their peers, and at first glance they are well-educated and successful people.

A few striped vest waiters with food and wine weave through it, and it's clearly not dinner time yet.

"I've seen him on TV." Rust quickly gestured to the middle-aged man with a glass of wine at the table on his left, with the wavy beard of the hero in Hawaiian Detective.

"That's the owner of Macy's." Paqui glanced around, and said one heavyweight after another, "The owner of Howell Real Estate, there are actually outsiders, the owner of the Los Angeles Hilton Hotel... What is the attraction of so many celebrities in such a remote private club? Herbal party? ”

"You guys talk about kidnapping Grace, do these rich people have a share?" Rust clenched his fists, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "Or are they the masterminds behind it?" ”

"Most of the rich are morally corrupt." "But he's more of a guest, and the owner of this place is more suspicious." ”

"Let's go." Dean noticed a guest smiling and looking at them with a friendly smile, as if he was about to come over to say hello.

So he quickened his pace and walked to the remote part of the restaurant.

By the way, looking around from God's point of view, the first floor leads to the second floor, and there is only one staircase, and the same is true for the second and third floors.

And this building has no back door.

In addition, there are bodyguards standing in the corners of the hall, all in black suits and sunglasses, and gun holsters under their armpits, as if they were trained by a company.

There were quite a few bodyguards, but Dean didn't notice any surveillance equipment inside the building.

……

The three of them walked to a room in the far corner of the hall, and from a long distance, they found several black-clad men standing there like gods, wearing sunglasses with cold faces written "Refuse to visit".

The place is too big, and the light inside is very dark, and God's perspective cannot see clearly, so it is impossible to determine that the target is inside.

Dean pondered for a moment and looked at the stairs in the distance, "Let's go to the second floor first, and then look for the third floor." ”

The second and third floors are surrounded by dozens of rooms like a hotel, and the doors are unlocked and can be pushed open with a twist of the handle.

The three of them searched for dozens of rooms in a row, and the decoration was the same.

Clean and simple wooden floors with a pair of yoga mats in the center of the floor.

The four walls are painted with images that are connected to each other.

A humanoid figure with slender limbs, unable to distinguish between man or woman, dressed in a knee-high tights made of cotton, with a cloth draped over his shoulders, was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and his knees facing the sun in the sky.

Oh, not the sun, it's a red star.

Then, the indistinguishable figure closed its eyes and began to make a series of unbelievable movements towards the red stars in the sky.

For example, at first, the limbs are supported on the ground like a beast, the inside of the legs hug each other, and finally a flexible posture is formed with the chin as a support point.

The mural depicts a total of seven difficult postures and several meditation postures.

This series of movements is very similar to yoga, but it is different and more difficult.

Dean even wondered if a normal person could do it?

"So the second floor is a yoga studio?" Paqui wondered how elegant and healthy yoga was, but how could such a monotonous set attract so many wealthy people?

"Is it possible that these portraits are just a gimmick, and in fact they are also exercising after the meal," Rust said, "It's just a two-person movement, and the women they kidnapped and the women they kidnapped, including Grace, are the ones they work with!" ”

"The women may be imprisoned on the third floor, let's hurry up and rescue them!"

Paqui's eyes lit up, "Rich people like this kind of messy and exciting gameplay!" ”

Dean was silent, and followed the two of them to quickly check the entire second and third floors, unfortunately empty, all the rooms were all yoga studios.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Rust's forehead, "Where the hell is Grace?" ”

"We only have a room in the hall that we haven't looked for," Paqui's pupils constricted, and his rough face was as gloomy as water, "Grace should be inside, let's break in!" ”

……

At this time, there was a strange noise in the hall on the first floor.

The three of them leaned against the high-rise guardrail and looked down.

Amid enthusiastic cheers and applause, a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform appeared in the limelight.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the dinner finally officially kicked off.

The man stood at the front of the hall, with all the guests in the center of their gaze.

He looked like he was about forty years old, elegant and handsome, with short black hair mixed with a large area of vicissitudes of silver, deep and bright eyes, a clean beard around his mouth, and a smile like a spring breeze on his face.

But Dean on the third floor held his breath, the man was about five feet eleven feet tall, well-proportioned and straight, but outside the cuffs of his white kitchen coat, his two bare arms were unusually thick, as thick as ordinary calves, and his left hand had a band-aid wrapped around the first knuckle of his left hand, and his right index finger had obvious calluses.

He was the one who took Grace!

Paqui and Rust, who were lying on the guardrail, also noticed these striking features and looked shocked.

"Good evening, and welcome to the Red Dragon Club, I'm your old friend, Al Daris...", the man began to speak, his voice magnetic and loud, as if he had brought his own megaphone, and everyone couldn't help but listen.

At the same time, the originally dim lights in the hall also lit up, focusing on him and making him glow.

"Old rule, before the dinner begins, let's remember the old friend who was lost not long ago." The chef suddenly raised his voice, his face sad and respectful, and the guests were silent with it.

"Leighton Stone, the darling of the Red Dragon, whose handsomeness and wisdom cannot be taken away by time, can always make bold and profound suggestions in the gathering to light the way forward."

'He's a mentor and friend to us, he's a big supporter for the club and his departure is a huge loss for the whole club.'

"Now, let us pray for him in silence and may he shine on the red dragon in the next cycle."

Mournful and solemn voices echoed through the hall.

The chef and the guests put their hands in front of their lower abdomen and hung their heads in silence.

Dean, who was secretly snooping from a high place, only felt that his hair was upside down.

Thirty seconds later.

The silence ended.

Al looked up and grinned brightly,

"The dead are gone."

"Now, I have good news for you that new friends have joined us today!"

A middle-aged white couple dressed in fashionable clothes walked out of the crowd, smiling and nodding to the people around them, their eyes flashing with joy and excitement, and the crowd also responded with warm applause.

Dean's pupils shrank, the two seemed to be the rock superstar who retired last year and his fifth wife.

Is this club really dedicated to celebrities?

"We've all known each other," Al looked at the two newcomers, "and I'll reintroduce the purpose of the club in order to welcome the newcomers." ”

"Do you know why everyone is here?"

The two newlyweds looked at each other and said with a smile,

"Taste your world's best cooking."

"It's just a side treat." The chef shook his head, his expression solemn, and then raised his voice, "Our only purpose here is to find a way to the otherworldly beyond the shore. ”

"In the club, the path we follow is called 'Red Dragon'"

"What is a red dragon?"

The chef's loud voice ran through the hall, his eyes scanning the crowd like electricity.

"Everyone has to go through the process of birth and death repeatedly, say goodbye to the old life, and start the next new life."

"Again and again."

"Life and death are a never-ending cycle."

"We're trapped forever and can't break free."

"But few people know that every time we die, a part of our soul and life force will be attracted into the deep space of the universe, a star called 'Red Dragon'."

Dean, who was listening upstairs, blinked in surprise, and then thought of the mural just now, and felt more and more that this "red dragon" was the red star he saw in his daily balance meditation.

"Each one corresponds to a red dragon."

"The red dragon represents the countless cycles of life and death in our past, the accumulation of countless generations of life and soul, and it contains eternal power and infinite wisdom."

"Anyone, as long as they can see their own red dragon, can receive the legacy left by the past, so as to break the physical and spiritual limits, and let this life enter a higher state of life."

"The red dragon is the key to the evolution of ordinary people, and it is the ship that leads to the other side!"

The people in the hall seemed to have been brainwashed, and their expressions were fascinated.

"But the red dragon is hard to find, and most people don't see it for the rest of their lives."

"Most of them here refer to you."

A gleam of holiness appeared on the chef's handsome face, and his voice became as majestic as a priest,

"All of you here have a good social status, endless money, and a lot of power."

"You can easily bring heavenly bliss to ordinary people, or let them fall into hell, ruin their homes, and manipulate their fate."

"This wand is wearing the wrong clothes," Paqui on the third floor retched rather repulsively and whispered, "he shouldn't have worn white, he should have worn black." He's insulting the profession of chef. ”

"You feel disgusting," Dean shook his head, his eyes moving with murderous intent. "But the guests enjoyed it."

Most of the crowd nodded happily at what Al had said.

Rust was silent, but his brow tightened.

Al continued,

"But so what, the essence of your life is not nobler than that of ordinary people, on the contrary, because you are overly addicted to wealth, power and vanity, you are getting farther and farther away from the realm of transcendence, and you will never find the red dragon."

"You're all going to get sick, you're all going to lie down in the morgue one day decades from now, and you'll forget everything as the coffin is buried in the ground, and you'll start the next cycle."

Al shook his head and sighed, his eyes suddenly lit up,

"But some ordinary people, who are poor and have a low status, are tired of running around every day to survive, but they have a strong spirit and obsession, and their love and ruthlessness in their hearts are more pure."

"In a way, they're more talented than you"

"Maybe one ordinary morning, they wake up from a sweet dream and see the red dragon."

Al's voice softened, and became full of enthusiasm and demagogy,

"And our club exists to provide such a shortcut for everyone to share the talent and enlightenment of this group of lucky ordinary people through eating, meditating, and digesting."

Eating and digesting?

The twenty or so graceful gentlemen in the hall, the smiling ladies with open faces, the faces with friendly smiles changed subtly, their cheeks were stained red, and their eyes shone with longing and fanaticism.

What kind of evil brainwashing organization is this?

Dean and Paqui's faces were heavy, while Rust stared down with a white face, goosebumps on the skin on the back of his neck.

"Eating is done in this hall, and we chew on the extreme emotions and merge with them, perhaps the process will make the newcomer feel a little uncomfortable."

Al's words made the two newcomers nervous, but the other participants exchanged glances excitedly.

"But everybody goes through it."

Al Zhengsedao,

"You need not blame yourself or feel guilty, there should be no boundaries for soul and evolutionary exploration, and there should be no restrictions on worldly morality and law."

"Once you reach detachment, you forget all your troubles, and all attempts deserve encouragement and praise."

Al shouted a slogan, and as soon as he looked up, he looked at the corridors and rooms surrounding the second and third floors,

"And digestion, in the meditation room upstairs, follow the guidance on the mural, and devote yourself to it, you can make yourself more pure, close to the red dragon."

"That's pretty much it, let's get to the subject of tonight, and now I'm honored to offer you a sacrifice that we're going to have to enjoy in all of America, and in the world, nine out of nine mortals, that no one else has ever enjoyed."

Al clapped his hands lightly, and the two men in black walked through the entrance door, and locked the door with several heavy locks, locking everyone in the hall.

At the same time, a young man in a white chef's uniform in the kitchen behind him pushed a rectangular dining cart as heavy as a coffin to the center of the hall and stood quietly with his hands behind his back.

The huge stainless steel dinner plate covers it, making it difficult to see what's inside.

"It's hand-picked by me, it's hard to find, and I put a lot of thought into keeping it in perfect condition, and I didn't do any unnecessary processing."

Al's gaze swept over everyone, his right hand raised to his chest and slowly clenched the air, emphasizing word by word,

"I have a request, especially for the two new friends, to remember that when you taste it, don't let your appetite sway you to simply eat it, and indulge in the taste, salt, sugar, starch, oil, or protein, which is a waste and waste."

"We use our hearts to experience and absorb the beauty of the ingredients, which is called the essence of the mind and personality."

"In the past many gatherings, we have had the privilege of tasting the evil, hatred, and pain of human nature, and after digesting it, we can better use our wisdom to deal with the enemy."

"Today, we taste love in human nature..."

The chef shook his head, his eyes twinkling with amazement,

"This sacrifice gave everything for the sake of his son and volunteered to give his life for our great rite of transcendence."

Al walked over to the plate, parted his hands as if to hug his companion in front of him, and then raised his chin slightly, his face filled with divine light, and his tone was as affectionate and rhythmic as reciting poetry,

"It teaches us selfless dedication and self-sacrifice for the sake of the descendants of the bloodline, and it teaches us to become more pure and close to the great red dragon."

"That's why it's called eternal love—"

Altha lifted the lid of the plate.

In an instant, countless eyes converged.

……

"No!"

A heartbreaking wail came from the top of the hall.

As soon as the cook looked up, he saw three strangers, one of whom was completely broken down and howling hysterically.

The other two Asians looked at him condescendingly and coldly.

He smiled, calming the tumultuous guests,

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are guests here tonight uninvited."

"But don't be nervous, it's a good thing, we have a few more desserts on our menu."

As soon as he clapped his hands, a group of bodyguards in black suits rushed to the third floor.

(End of chapter)