Third floor.

Paqui held the gun in one hand with a solemn face, and the other muscular arm was holding the collapsed Rust, who desperately pulled the guardrail to jump.

Hysterical shouting in his mouth.

And Dean looked down at the crowd below.

There are no other hunters in Las Vegas.

The group of celebrities didn't smell his unusual smell either.

They are all pure human beings, uncontrolled by gluttony, and they have committed such demonic acts!

Dean's cheeks tensed like rocks, and his pupils shot a knife-bladed cold light.

They all have to die!

"Man, give me something!"

Dean took the barrel and receiver assembly, bolt, grip and firing mechanism from Paqui...

The LV2's shooting skills and inhuman agility are launched, and the hands can piece together a bunch of parts into a complete MP5 submachine gun with incredible speed.

Click.

Insert the magazine, turn off the fuse, and the knob is turned into a three-shot burst mode.

Seeing everything through God's eyes, Dean observed through the floor beneath his feet as he ran to the corridor on the second floor and frantically chased after the bodyguards on the third floor.

When the bodyguard ran past the position at his feet.

"Paqui, protect yourself and Raste, leave this group to me!"

"What are you doing, don't mess around?"

Dean didn't care about the guardrail with his left hand, kicked the ground with his right foot, and his lower body jumped over the guardrail like lightning, and the whole person fell to the first floor!

A dark shadow swept through the air.

It's as fast as a falcon swooping down from the sky to hunt its prey.

The black shadow fell out of the guardrail on the second floor with lightning and flint, stepping on the air and slamming into the air, as if a stepping stone appeared out of thin air under his feet, counteracting the inertia of his fall.

At the same time, his right hand supported the guardrail on the second floor, and he flexibly climbed into the second floor, landing silently.

As soon as I looked up, in the hallway, eight bodyguards were running towards the stairs leading to the third floor, but their backs were unreservedly exposed.

Dean didn't hesitate to raise the MP5, pull the trigger with his index finger, and shoot horizontally from right to left.

The air hissed, and the fiery snake spewed.

The bullets burst through the air continuously, and the blood splattered.

The six bodyguards flickered, their bodies fell straight head-on, bloody holes burst open in the back of their heads, miserable white brains and red blood splattered out, and under the inertia of the body, they dragged out shocking blood paths!

In the reflection of the marble floor, there was still a look of concentration on the cold faces, and he didn't realize that he had been attacked until he died.

You killed Owen... Mastery +6*5, Shooting Lv2 (118→148/300)

……

Eight gunmen died in an instant, six dead.

The remaining two realized that something was wrong, and instinctively rolled on the ground, crouched down, hid in nearby shelter, and raised their guns to fight back.

Bang bang bang!

Dean strode without dodging or dodging, and bullets hit his body and were dropped to his feet by the "ghost armor".

And he flicked his hands behind his waist and on the gun, replaced the spare magazine, and finally slapped down the handle with a "snap".

Raise your gun and shoot at it.

Bang bang!

The two men in black had bloody holes in their foreheads and knelt forward, their cheek muscles contorted with horror.

Even to death, they couldn't figure out the reason for the extremely unreasonable scene.

You killed... Mastery +5*2, Shooting Lv2 (158/300)

……

The intense gunfire lasted less than five seconds.

Paqui dragged Rust with his gun, his butt against the hallway, and slowly moved down from the third floor like a crab.

The corridor on the second floor was almost empty, except for Dean standing in a pool of blood, pinning the pistols between the corpses to his waist one after another.

There wasn't even a drop of blood on that gorgeous black suit.

"Digging hair? Am I dazzled, or am I possessed by Quetzalcoatl? ”

Paqui had experienced a lot of fierce battles, but at this moment he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise and rubbed his eyes, his eyes were complicated and incredulous.

At this time, the cheerful laughter of the chef sounded in the hall on the first floor, and the elegant face had a triumphant smile.

"I am sorry that there was a little accident just now, and I am sorry to disturb you, but the riots are over... As a gift, I will immediately deal with the new ingredients for you, this time you don't need to digest, you just need to eat, and you will taste the ultimate sweetness. ”

Syllable!

He slapped his palm.

In response.

Poof.

A dark shadow fell from the second floor into the hall on the first floor.

In an instant, the crowd of tycoons, government dignitaries, celebrities, and public figures swallowed their saliva, their eyes involuntarily swept towards the attraction of a pile of shimmering metallic objects stuck in the black shadow's waist.

Their throats seemed to be blocked with a mouthful of phlegm, and the air became sticky and muddy, making it difficult to breathe.

The calmness, elegance, and arrogance on his face all turned into horror and panic.

Dean walked straight to the closed black doorway, blocked it, turned and swept his gaze—

Thirty-six in total.

"You like to have cannibalistic parties?"

"Want to see the red dragon, want to be detached?"

Click, Dean MP5 in his right hand and Colt in his left hand, using the powerful wrist force and amazing hand speed to load at the same time.

The muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at the center of the hall!

"I'll send you detachment!"

“No！ No！ ”

"Oh God!"

"Listen to me!"

Da-da-da-da!

The continuous sound of gunfire and the torrential rain concealed the panicked justification.

In an instant, more than a dozen bullets tore apart luxurious designer suits and evening dresses, pierced flesh and blood, and swept down a piece of people like wheat.

The smooth marble floor was covered with a layer of paint, blood.

The moment they fell to the ground, they were not completely dead, they were lying on the ground helplessly and desperately moaning, calling for help, begging for mercy, and the whole hall exploded!

The crowd scurried around like headless flies, hiding under the table, behind the marble columns, and fleeing to the kitchen with the former stick chef's farts and urine!

And Dean didn't relent, turning into a ruthless killing machine, slowly but steadily grinding forward from behind the butts of this group of people, and the two guns in both hands exploded at the same time.

The Colt in his left hand was directly thrown away, and another new gun was pulled out from behind his waist.

The pistol was used by him with a momentum that was not inferior to that of the MP5.

He seemed to be holding two submachine guns, and his superhuman physique, strength, and agility allowed him to perfectly suppress the recoil.

Harvest life to your heart's content.

And the only way for this group of unarmed men and women to escape -

The expressionless Paquamen quietly blocked there, constantly making up for the fish that slipped through the net under Dean's gun.

As soon as he raised his hand, he blew off the head of an old white man, turned the muzzle of the gun to the left, and another woman with heavy makeup covered her bloody neck and threw herself down.

In the club, the situation is one-sided, and the predator becomes the prey.

The sound of shooting, the sound of bullets piercing flesh, the sound of blood splashing, and the terrible howl composed a song of killing.

……

Dean's eyes were blood-red.

At a certain moment, the body was hot, and surging power surged.

Shot Lv2→ Lv3 (0/400)

Sensitivity: 13.2→13.7

Perception: 11.9→12.9

At the same time, the knowledge of firearms and shooting slowly but surely crept into my mind, and suddenly the firearm in my hand became more handy, like an extension of an arm.

There are also streams of coolness that rush through the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and body, rapidly broadening the perception.

The smell of blood in the air, the smell of sweat, and the scarlet outline of blood in the hall became more and more visible.

……

Bang!

Dean stepped over a man in a suit with a red back and kicked over a smashing table.

"Don't kill me!"

"It's my first time in the club, I haven't killed anyone, I didn't know if I came to participate in this evil activity, spare my life!"

The quail-shivering middle-aged woman at the table knelt down and tilted her head, her face still full of tears.

He was one of the two newcomers who had just joined before.

Dean looked at her face, his brow furrowed, and the finger that pulled the trigger hesitated for half a second.

Bang!

Gunshots.

A bloody hole was broken in the woman's forehead.

His eyes fell backwards, and he lost his life.

You killed Corolla, Mastery +1, Shooting Lv3 (1/400)

This is the end of the matter, and there is no way to stop it.

Click.

Dean pulled the trigger on a man with a big waist in front of him, but all he saw was the sleeve that popped open.

The ammunition for the submachine guns and pistols was empty, and the spare magazines were also used up.

There was nothing left behind the waist.

"He's out of bullets!"

The desperate man yelled as if venting, and the five remaining people around him were encouraged to flee in a hurry.

The biggest, most daring, meaty-faced man lifted a pair of chairs and rushed towards Dean to launch a counterattack, his face covered with a scar that crossed the bridge of his nose and half of his face, and his eyes were fierce.

Apparently there was a crazy time when I was younger.

Maybe a few more people have been killed!

He managed to rush in front of Dean and swung his chair head-on him.

Bang!

He slammed into the air, and the chair hit the ground with a burst of sawdust.

At the same time, a ghostly shadow flashed behind him.

Flashed his hands like lightning—

The left elbow hooked the man's neck and fixed his head.

At the same time, the palm of his right hand pushed his chin to the left, and quickly pushed to the right.

Click!

Tears in the trachea and cervical spine.

The man was limp and paralyzed on the ground.

His face was red, his limbs spasmed, and he moaned weakly.

Hiss –

Monster!

The four people who had stopped watching screamed and turned to run away.

At some point, Dean had an extra teardrop-shaped handful of plates in his hand.

Throw a boomerang at the front.

A silvery moon-shaped glow swept through the hall...

Puff puff...

Several clouds of blood splattered.

The four people who fled for their lives were dyed red on their ankles, their bodies shook, and they lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Several large bloody teeth crumbled, and a wail of despair echoed.

As soon as Dean raised his hand, Shadow manipulated the board and flew back into his palm.

"Don't kill me, I'll give money!"

The man with the wavy beard watched the "Grim Reaper" approach, his ass moving back comically against the ground, his head raised and pleading

"Is a million enough?"

"Ten million!"

Poof!

Dean is short.

The board struck a horizontal wave.

It's fast and powerful.

Wipe your throat.

It's like wielding a kitchen knife to slaughter a fish, and the hot knife cuts through the butter, making it easy and comfortable.

The man clutched the gap around his neck and hissed forward, blood splattering onto Dean's spotless suit and bounced open by the invisible barrier.

Dean looked at the remaining three, ignoring all the pleas in his ears.

Hold the board tightly and swing it continuously at your throat.

……

You killed Boris ... Mastery +5, Combat lv2 (160→165/300)

……

Thirty-six people died, and thirty-five died.

Dean flooded his blood-glittering pupils and turned to the head of the Red Dragon Club, who was sitting on the ground against the wall, Al Dalis, a chef dressed in white with blood-red accents.

He wasn't going to let this guy die too easily.

But the horror on Al's charismatic face suddenly vanished, and his eyes looked straight at Dean.

The four eyes met for a moment.

Dean felt a flash of lightning pass in front of him.

The whites of Al's eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and the black pupils bloomed with a dazzling white light, and then quickly split, one split into two smaller ones, and two into smaller four...

Soon countless white points of light covered his dark eye sockets in horror, and fireflies came out like fireflies and flew into the ceiling of the building.

Dean's soul throbbed and he looked up uncontrollably.

He saw a strange scene—

The hard ceiling melted like a candle quickly, and the white undertones instantly turned into a dull dark color.

A sense of remoteness and vastness came over us.

Countless white points of light flying out of the chef's eyes spread out on the gradient roof, forming a brilliant galaxy in the starry sky on a summer night.

It slowly rotated, and a crack gradually cracked in the center of darkness and silver, and a magnificent dark red arc outline emerged.

Occupies all of Dean's sight-

It was a huge red star, pressing head-on for Dean, casting an all-pervasive gravitational pull.

It seemed to be staring at Dean, and an inescapable sense of fear rose in Dian's head, and the whole world began to twist and collapse rapidly as the red star squeezed against him.

He was completely trapped in the increasingly narrow space, unable to move even a finger, unable to breathe, and moaning from the squeezing of his bones.

The blood vessels and green tendons on his hands and neck bulged, the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and beads of sweat and blood oozed through the skin that was tight to the point of cracking.

He felt a kind of extreme vertigo, tingling, and collapse,

His body and spirit are constantly being crushed, squeezed, and disappeared by the approaching "red dragon".

Bang!

A piercing gunshot erupted in the hall, ending the terrible process.

Dean was momentarily removed from the illusion of terror.

Fell to his knees with weakness.

Call... Suck...

On his pale face, wisps of blood oozed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, dripping down his chin and falling to the ground.

He was so weak that he almost fainted, but deep inside, an indescribable sense of exhilaration, as if some kind of confinement had been shattered under that extreme oppression.

"What did this guy do to you, why are you bleeding inexplicably?" The big man who retrieved the gun helped him up and looked at his bloody face in surprise.

Dean shook his head and looked at the other side, Al Darius was clutching his bloody thighs that had been pierced by bullets, his eyes were flowing with bloody tears, and there was no more thrilling magic from before,

His cheeks were flushed with a sickly flush, and he asked in an excited and trembling voice,

"You've seen it, you've seen the power of the red dragon!"

"Human beings are born incomplete, their strength is limited, and only by finding the red dragon can they perfect themselves and break the shackles!"

"You react so violently, your talent is far beyond ordinary people!"

"Work with me and I'll help you get to the other side!"

He explained with a fervent face,

Dean wiped the blood from his face, the confusion and pain in his eyes gone.

At first, he thought that the red dragon in the other party's mouth was just a ridiculous lie to brainwash the fool, but the experience of capsizing in the gutter just now subverted his thoughts.

Red Dragon, real.

……

"To your mother's head!"

Paqui kicked a big foot in shiny leather shoes from the side, hitting Al in the side of the face, kicking him two meters like a sandbag, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and half of his face was stained with an ugly sole pattern.

"Don't fall for this god!"

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid." Dean looked back at the table.

Rust was holding Grace, who was sleeping peacefully inside the ice, and was steaming cold, and had been frozen for at least a day.

And Rust and her face to face, shoulders shrugged, silent tears, emaciated backs, rich sadness and despair as substance.

He had long since lost his father, and now his last loved one was gone.

Dean sighed and released one of the ten souls that had been filled in the board, freeing up a spot,

"Rast, the person who hurt Grace is here, and you don't want to avenge her?"

Rust's body shuddered.

Letting go of the cold body in his arms, he turned his head and looked at Al through gritted teeth.

The kind of seeping eyes that are eager to eat its flesh and blood make chefs, who have always lacked humanity, can't help but tremble.

"It was a misunderstanding!"

"You killed her." Rust rushed over.

"I didn't kill your mother, she did it all of her own free will!"

"You made her miserable!"

"No, she started the next cycle calmly and without any torture. And before she left, she begged me to bring you into the club, and I promised her, come, good boy, and I will guide you to meet the great red dragon now. Yes! What are you doing, stop! ”

"You killed her!"

"Ahhhh

Rast took the knife Paqua handed him and stabbed the man in the eye.

In the midst of his terrible screams, he violently stabbed him all over the body...

Puff puff!

The sound of continuous sharp blades slamming into the flesh made Al's body scarred like a punctured water bag.

The wailing grew low.

The splatters of blood stained the young face of the avenger Rast, and that face instantly became hideous, engraved with madness to the bone!

But a knife alone was not enough to appease Rust's anger.

At one point, he dropped his knife and pounced on the dying Al like a mad beast, biting him by the neck.

Di watched the cruel scene quietly, and an indescribable pleasure suddenly welled up in his heart, as if the person who was venting his anger in front of him was not Rust, but himself.

He turned to look around, and the grim hall was full of corpses, like a purgatory on earth.

And all this is made by his own hands.

Blood and fire intertwined, and the surging pleasure broke the of reason, triggering a dusty switch in the body.

Dean was in a trance again, his brain was buzzing, and all the sounds around him were strangely away from him at this moment.

The scene in front of me suddenly distorts, like an abstract painting by an oil painting master.

It was as if he was in the midst of indescribable, strange clouds.

A pleasant voice that was indistinguishable between a man and a woman rang out.

"See, how noble can humans be compared to monsters?"

"Let go of the shackles, embrace freedom, and kill if you want!"

"You will be reborn as me."

"God is in heaven."

"Oz is at the end of the rainbow."

"Midian's paradise is a paradise for monsters."

"Come on, come on... Take away your pain and give you eternal life. ”

"It's your calling."

"Come on, come on, go north..."

"Northside."

"North!"

"Dean!"

"Ahh Dean patted his temples frantically, the terrifying bloodshot in his eyes faded like a tide, and the strange colors in front of his eyes and the enchanting auditory hallucinations in his ears also vanished.

"What the hell is wrong with you today?"

Paqui couldn't figure out how this nephew could be distracted twice in a row when he was killing, which was completely unworthy of his outstanding skills.

"Sorry, I'm too tired."

"Then you won't help your good friend?"

Rust lay on Al, who was already silent, covered in blood, and shook his fist weakly, crying and laughing, like crazy,

"Let him vent, if this grief does not turn into anger and vent, he will collapse." Dean felt that the last place in the board was also filled, and shook his head with gloomy eyes,

Paqui circled the hall, "Forget it, let's get the finishing touches done first." I've disposed of the surveillance footage, now, wipe all the security guard's guns you used before, and wipe off your fingerprints..."

"Ancestor forbid, that god stick knows that he is not doing personnel, building the club in such a remote place, and now it is night, no one should find out about our actions."

"Take away another 'lucky' deceased to blame it, and reduce the suspicion a little."

"It's a pity that we can't set a fire, and we have to leave Grace's body here as evidence to let the police know about the atrocities of this group of demons."

"Did you work as a private security guard or a killer?"

"If it weren't for wiping your ass, I would have to go to such pains?"

"I'm acting alone, and I can get this ticket without knowing it."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

The uncle and nephew worked together to deal with most of the conspicuous marks in a quarter of an hour.

Then he approached Rust, who was sitting on El's corpse, covered in blood and even his mouth was red, "It's done, boy, it's time to go." ”

Rust just held Grace motionless.

Paqui forcibly broke his hand and dragged him out of the club's door.

Dean took one last look at Grace's serene face, picked up the corpse of a security guard, and turned to leave.

(End of chapter)