"There were thirty or so fellows, all white, living in a small, heavily guarded building in the Oak District, well trained, armed with pistols, shotguns, rifles, and I even suspect they were retired soldiers," Carly said with a solemn face, "In addition to selling herbs and 'poisons,' they kidnapped and extorted tourists from outside the country to Lafayette, and forcible them, fights, and killed people... It's just evil. ”

"Are you serious?" Dean asked,

"Of course, I swear to the supernatural gods that there is no half-lying." Carly seemed to see the sense of justice in Di's peace of mind, and raised her hand in a matter-of-fact manner.

Dean wondered, "Why didn't you call the police?" ”

"Man, you're also an anomaly, how could you be so naïve?" Brother Hei smiled, "If it was useful to call the police, there would have been no crime in the world for a long time." ”

Carly added in an old-fashioned manner, "Indiana is already inherently poor, there are too many gangs to count, and even if you get one, the next one to rise will be even more bloody and perverted." So as long as they do it covertly enough and don't undermine stability on the surface, it won't cause a strong public reaction, and Lafayette's COPs will only open one eye and close one eye. ”

"OK, are there any outliers like us among them?" Dean asked,

Carly shook her head, "It's all normal people. ”

"Then I have a plan," Dean said, glancing at the sky, where orange fiery clouds appeared, and it wouldn't be more than two hours before night fell. "Without further ado, I'll do it tonight."

Fang Shan clenched his fists, his face full of eagerness, "What plan, how should Carly and I cooperate with you?" ”

Dean glanced at the two of them and said seriously, "I'm used to acting alone, it's more efficient, just wait honestly and get ready to meet Mick." ”

"Seriously! Are you alone in front of a dozen guns, a group of heavily armed thugs? Carly looked Dean up and down with questioning eyes, "I admit you're good, but you're not Superman, don't die!" ”

"Who said that you have to be tough, I have a better way, at least ninety percent sure." Dean's expression was calm and his eyes were full of confidence,

Carly and Fang Shen looked at each other, a tangled look on their faces,

"Okay, we trust you once, but keep an eye on Mick's safety when you act, and don't let anyone hurt her. By the way, there's a lot of cash hidden in that house... Don't miss out. ”

Dean nodded and rubbed his belly, "It's still early, let's have a meal together and replenish some strength?" ”

……

The sun sets, and the night casts a serene black veil over the Silafayette.

The big guy and Carly drove Dean to the west of the oak district and got off the bus, then walked a distance under a huge oak tree.

The yellowing leaves cast a dense shadow on the side of the road, like a majestic dark cloud, brewing a silent storm.

On the street corner not far ahead, there is a building with four brown and red walls and a gabled roof.

The windows of the building were all covered with thick curtains, and the naked eye could only faintly see the dark figures walking behind the curtains.

"Man, they're in there, be careful."

Carly reminded her, and watched Dean ghostly disappear into the night.

"Is this guy really reliable? I didn't even bring a pistol, so I went it alone. Dahan recalled the grievance of being suppressed by one hand and unable to move, and a trace of horror appeared on his rugged face, "I have never seen such an arrogant Asian except for Bruce Lee." ”

"Alien, you can never use common sense to guess, he can save 11 from the laboratory and suppress us easily, he must have awakened some kind of powerful superpower..."A trace of fear flashed in Carly's eyes, "He gives me the feeling of being another person." ”

"Who?"

"The most mysterious and powerful teaching assistant in the Hawkins Labs, No. 001. Wait and see, I feel that this guy will not be weaker than No. 1, and it will definitely bring surprises. ”

……

Dean circled around the small brown-red building from a distance, and made sure that there was no third pair of eyes around, and then found a blind spot in Carly and Fang's vision, and on tiptoe to the ground, he slid into the air as lightly as a bat, and quietly flew to the roof of the three-story building to land.

God's perspective went down through the roof tiles, and he took a cursory glance—

Surveillance cameras are not present.

In the hall on the first floor, the left and right sides are separated by a door, and in the dynamic music on the left, five drunken men with whiskey bottles writhing their bodies to the music.

A dozen men on the right were red-faced and red-faced brandishing bills, shouting, arguing about wins and losses and cards, and the noise almost toppled the roof.

And Dean keenly discovered that this group of men had various tattoos on their exposed arms and wrists... Mainly badges, ships, flags, eagles, dolphins... A favorite pattern of naval soldiers.

"Is it really a retired soldier?" Dean's brow furrowed even tighter.

In order to relieve stress, commemorate their comrades, and make it easier for their families to identify their bodies after their own tragic deaths, a considerable number of GIs in the United States left tattoos.

……

Dean suppressed his thoughts and looked to the second floor.

On the second floor, which should be an arsenal, five men are wiping down neatly maintained guns and ammunition, and there are even some bulletproof vests that are forbidden to be sold publicly.

Dean became more and more convinced that their backgrounds were not simple.

The third floor was divided into several rooms, one of which was pitch black, and in one of them was a sleeping captive with their limbs tied and their mouths gagged: a middle-aged man and woman with their backs pressed together suspected to be husband and wife, and a scrawny black girl with an explosive head, who was the target of Dean's trip.

The three had bruises all over their exposed skin, and they had all been clearly beaten and bullied.

Target locking.

Dean didn't rush to make a move and continued to observe.

In a study not far from the next door, in front of a bookshelf with hundreds of books, a muscular, bald man whispered to another bearded, burly man, as he shoved rolls of ink-scented banknotes into a bright gold safe.

"We've only caught three people so far, and we've been asked to send six people, or why don't we go to the gas station on the interstate highway tomorrow?"

"No, I don't have to. Now that the school season is in school, there are still many students from other places in the city who are traveling. Rubbing the stubble of his chin into the safe, he pondered, "Tomorrow night's disco party in the abandoned factory will definitely attract them, and it will be a matter of six people when the time comes." ”

"But this operation must be clean, don't get caught on the horse's feet again, and let the Farayeh police station wipe our butts, otherwise no one will be able to cover it!"

The bald man nodded heavily.

……

"Gather six people, where are you going to send this?" Dean felt as if he had discovered some great conspiracy, "It's time to do it." ”

He squinted, his spine wriggling like an earthworm under the mud and sand of his facial muscles, and in less than half a minute, he transformed into a big white man with blond hair and blue eyes.

Wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, summoning the ghost armor to protect himself, Nian opened the window on the third floor, Dean fell down the roof, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, and then turned into the corridor on the third floor with the agility of a tanuki.

Silently, he walked over to the study and pushed open the door.

The eyes are cold!

Abyss!

"Who?!"

The bald man and the bearded man heard the movement, instinctively pushed away the banknotes on the table, held the gun at his waist, and turned around.

It's too late to pull the trigger.

The bright light in the study faded in an instant, and the suffocating darkness rushed in, and in this darkness a pair of swirls swirled, and the sparkling eyes firmly attracted their gaze.

The two of them looked at each other reluctantly, and suddenly felt empty under their feet, and a strong sense of weightlessness arose.

Their bodies seemed to have jumped off a cliff, and they kept falling into the bottomless abyss.

Skin, flesh, bones, and life force were pierced by the gale in the darkness, and the soul buried deep in the body was torn in half.

Great pain erupted from it, drowning the physical senses, emotions, and thoughts.

They knelt forward, fell to the ground with a pop, and passed out.

……

At the center of the interaction between light and darkness, Dean crouched down and slashed the bearded and bald man's neck with a board.

"You killed Carol and Gracie, proficiency +5*2, combat lv3 (130→140/400)..."

"The proficiency is so high."

Dean wiped the blood from the slightly hot board, turned his gaze to the bright gold safe open on the table, and with a wave of his hand, rolls of American knives and pieces of gold bars automatically flew in front of him and loaded them into the fantasy space.

Dean calculated that the total value was about 300,000, and at this point, his savings skyrocketed to 51W dollars.

Then, the "humanoid black hole" left the study and walked down the stairs to the second floor, continuing to radiate endless darkness around it.

Puff puff puff!

A series of muffled sounds.

As soon as the five men wiping their guns on the second floor looked up, they fell to the ground with a muffled sound and turned into a rolling gourd, still clutching the oilcloth in their hands.

In the darkness, the sound of breaking the air was accompanied by silver light, slicing necks.

"You killed... Mastery +20, Combat lv3 (170/400).

Dean walked like he was walking in his own garden, cosy past a pile of rifles, shotguns, and ammunition, and continued downstairs.

……

On the first floor, the men who were spitting over a good deck of cards suddenly became obsessed, and turned their gaze to the stairwell in the corner, their faces suddenly frozen into a blank as dark creatures burrowed out of the ground, drooped down the ceiling, and swallowed people into their stomachs.

They pursed their lips and couldn't make a sound, they couldn't move a finger, they just stared straight at the swirling pupils that were constantly expanding in the darkness—

Separate light from dark.

Through twilight and dawn.

Puff puff puff.

Fifteen people fell to the ground at the same time, falling into a deep coma.

Another five people lost their vitality by bleeding and losing their vitality, and right beside them, the dull-faced souls were shocked out of their bodies, and turned into streamers and were absorbed by the board.

Puff puff puff.

In the dark hall, the board swung with a series of sharp blades into flesh and blood splatters, and the surviving fifteen people were cut throats one by one and died.

"You killed... Mastery +60, Combat lv3 (230/400)"

"You have affected a large number of normal targets with your skills, Abyss Lv0(1→4/100)"

Two minutes after Dean entered the building, all 32 living beings were reduced to cold corpses, and there was no resistance at all.

Dean was tired and relieved of his skills, looking around at the corpses all over the ground, a hint of thought flashed in his eyes, if he fought normally, it would take a lot of effort to kill this group of people, but use the "abyss" to deal with it, quickly and hiddenly.

Now, he wants to kill a group of well-trained ordinary people head-on, with the same ease as cutting wheat and trampling ants.

"I'm becoming less human."

Under the mass killing at one time, uneasy thoughts surged wildly, and annoying auditory hallucinations grew in Dean's ears.

"North, Athabasca, the realm of the night opens, and Bapho has made a mark on you, destined to be unable to escape!"

Dean was in a trance, a sickly flush crossed his face, and for a moment, he felt as if he had become a blue-faced fanged monster in the darkness that dominated mortal life and death.

But these terrible anomalies only lasted for a second, and they were washed away by a strong will!

Breathe...

Dean's face regained composure,

"Why bother to kill a few kidnapping and extortion criminals? They will be cleansed from their sins and redeem themselves in the Spiritual Prison. ”

He returned to the confinement room on the third floor, opened the door, and telekinesis rolled up the bodies of the three captives, unformed again, and left the house.

……

Under the large oak tree outside the building.

Carly excitedly held her emaciated companion in her arms, her eyes reddened,

"Mick! Mick, are you feeling okay, where did you get hurt? ”

"Hmm... Carly, Fang, I'm fine, just a little skin trauma..."Mick hugged Carly as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his thin face showed a hint of confusion, "But I remember, wasn't I caught and locked up by Gracie's men before?" ”

"We got you out." Fang Nuan smiled and patted his companion on the shoulder, "To be precise, our new friend rescued you from the Longtan Tiger's Den. ”

"Dean." Dean reached out to Mick, who was grateful, and shook it gently,

"How did you do it, man, it's a miracle." Carly pushed Mick into Fang's broad embrace, her curious gaze swirling between Dean and the building next to her, "We just saw the lights in the house flicker a few times, and those guys let you go?" There were no roars, no gunshots, and it was as quiet as a cemetery. ”

Carly paused, her fingers clenched, and there was a hint of respect and excitement in her eyes.

"You killed them all?"

"Carly, no one ever told you?" Dean smiled and shook his head, "Never ask about the abilities of other aliens, as for that group, they just went where they were supposed to go." ”

"Well, I know, it's your secret. Did you get the money then? Carly asked, and all three pairs of eyes turned to Dean expectantly,

"This money should be mine, right?" Dean said indifferently,

"That's your loot, of course, it's up to you to arrange," Fang said calmly, "We just think that if you forget to take it, it's a pity, we can help you." ”

"Huh." Dean smiled, his sharp gaze sweeping over the faces of the three of them, as if he had seen through their hearts, "If your answer satisfies me later, maybe I will consider giving you a little money." But for now, let's get back to the car. Mick looks tired and hungry and takes her to get something to eat first. ”

Mick swallowed and nodded frantically.

"What about these two unlucky ghosts?" Carly pointed to a couple on the ground who had been rescued by Dean, both of them still unconscious, their faces swollen and congested from the moonlight as funny cats.

Dean thought for a moment,

"It's all right to rescue them, just send them to the police station or near the hospital and drop them off."

(End of chapter)