At dusk.

A street south of Juarez.

A blue van was parked in the back alley of the Red Dress Club.

A bald man with a tattoo on his neck got out of the car and opened the back door of the cargo compartment, and out of the cargo compartment came a group of ragged refugee-like women, looking as timid as a herd of lambs about to enter the slaughterhouse.

"Look, Maximo, these are the finest of the finest selection," the strong man looked at the blonde man opposite, and at the man's feet lay a round-headed, big-eyed Chihuahua, barking furiously, like a pocket alien with a stinky face.

"Not bad." The man took a puff on his cigar and his gaze swept over the beautiful figures and faces of the women, "But the skin and hair color are too monotonous to satisfy the diverse tastes of the goddess." ”

"I don't have a problem with this, the line on the north side is temporarily out of contact, and there is a high probability that it will be taken off by a nest of strips, and the American girl is gone." The strong man sighed, "So I can only find this group of people who want to smuggle from the border line." ”

"How much did it take?"

"Two hundred thousand, five thousand to ten thousand each according to body appearance..."

"The price is barely enough, but if the temple is not satisfied, next time I will pull you to atone." Maximo said as he ignored the frightened bald head, and asked his men to lead the women out of the carriage and put them in a large cage surrounded by barbed wire in the storeroom.

Maximo walked into the storeroom with the dog in his arms and bowed reverently to the portrait of a woman in a red dress, a green bandeau and a jade feather crown and a golden python on the wall.

"Supreme Queen of the Night, I will select the best and most outstanding sacrifices for you and offer you great sacrifices."

After whispering a prayer, he turned around and picked out the most beautiful black-haired girl from the cage and pulled her to the outside field.

"What's the name?"

The woman cowered her shoulders timidly, "Erica." ”

Maximo's gaze swept over Erica and the women in the cage, "Listen, everyone, I don't care who you used to be, from Guatemala, Panama or Costa Rica, and you want to go to the United States to fulfill your wishes, but now, I have spent a lot of money on you, you belong to me, and you must make money for me to pay off my debts." When you're done paying your debts, I'll send you to 'paradise' on the other side of the Rio Grande, or the desert of Chichiva will be your burial ground, understand? ”

The women nodded in horror.

The man turned on the radio against the wall, played a piece of dynamic music with Mexican characteristics, and said in a commanding tone,

"Erica, use your racial talents, give a demonstration to everyone, dance."

Erica lowered her head and said weakly, "I won't. ”

"I'll teach you." The man put the remaining quarter of the cigar on the side of the ashtray, tore the cloth of the woman's clothes covering her shoulders, and made her face her companion in the cage in humiliation, and led her to a gentle rhythm, his cheek sniffing against her neck and hair, grinning and revealing his hidden fangs,

"Feel the music, just like this, embrace it with all your heart,"

The man danced with her for half an hour.

"Very well, Erica, you have the potential to become the number one, and you can earn enough money to go to the United States in two or three years at most."

"Appreciate me? Laugh a little! ”

Alika held back her tears and forced a smile, and Maximo whistled to call back the dog, glanced at the guard at the door and the male dance teacher in the leotard, and exited the storeroom.

Passing through the dark second floor, he entered another hall with a musical whirlwind, picked up a glass of Nopur, and leaned down at the guardrail to look down.

Under the rotating lanterns, in the small stage with steel pipes on the first floor, his "cash cows" are leisurely doing warm-up exercises before the performance, and from time to time there are a few difficult actions such as hanging upside down with their legs and inverting scorpions.

Now that dusk has not yet set, it is not time to get off work, and the big guys in the American factories have not yet come to cheer, and they can only perform for the air.

No, there are also guests.

On the corner stage sat three guests wearing huge cowboy hats and sunglasses covering most of their faces, chatting with their blonde sweethearts, led by an Asian face.

"Kerry, too much and your eyes are blurry? Don't you see that Asian guy breaking the rules? Maximo beckoned to a few younger brothers next to him, "Go and have a good talk with him, if you want to chat with my baby, you must buy VIP services, three people have to buy three knee dances, and they have to be at an exclusive price, and they don't promise to catch them all and send them to my room." ”

The three bodyguards nodded and ran down the stairs to surround them, Maximo smiling at the corners of his mouth, ready to admire the humiliated expression of the Asian who considered himself unlucky.

The result was beyond Maximo's expectations.

As soon as the three younger brothers approached the Asian, the fierce expressions on their fleshy faces flattened as if they had been ironed, and they were like three domesticated hyenas, and they began to ask each other questions and answers in front of him, the big boss.

The Asian listened to the answer, his face became more and more serious like a tight string, and at one moment he suddenly got up and ordered the five female dancers and the three bodyguards on the stage, "You are tired, go to sleep." ”

The sound seemed to contain an unfathomable magic, and it spread into the air with some kind of force field, like the decree of God.

The eight men swept by his gaze fell to the ground and fell into a coma without saying a word, and were then carried by an invisible force to the wine table to the right.

"Fako!"

This unbelievable scene suddenly made Maximo's face on the second floor change greatly, and he shouted,

"Level 1 alert, copy guy greeting!"

He pulled out the pistol at his waist and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

The gunshot sounded like some kind of signal.

More than a dozen bodyguards armed with submachine guns poured out of various rooms on the first and second floors, aiming at the three guests in the hall and holding on to the triggers without mercy.

Da-da-da-da!

Bang bang bang!

The deafening sound of gunfire resounded throughout the hall, countless flickering fires pressed down the colored lights on the ceiling, and the pungent gunpowder opened up white mist in the air.

The bullet storm pierced the sofa, the floor, and the wooden stage, sweeping out rows of bullet holes, and snow-white sponges and yellowed wood chips flew all over the sky.

Everything in the ballroom was brutally destroyed.

In the center of the shooting, the space near the three guests seemed to be pumped into a vacuum, and time stopped there to freeze into a ball, and hundreds of warheads were suspended motionless without kinetic energy, like glass beads passed through thousands of silk threads, delicate, beautiful, but without lethality, not even a piece of the skin of the three targets could be scratched.

More than a dozen submachine gun clamps hit.

The Asian man moved suddenly, and with a wave of his big hand, he grabbed a warhead, easily grabbing caramel corn kernels from the bag.

Spin around and shoot in all directions.

It's a simple action, but it's extremely fast.

So much so that several afterimages of waving hands appeared around the man at the same time, and the entire dance hall was firmly covered by one of his palms.

Woooo

A large field of sharp warheads emanated from the palm of his hand.

Immediately after that, the heart-pounding sound of bullets entering the flesh suppressed the strafing sound of the submachine guns, and the men with guns around them seemed to have been hit by the invisible battering ram one after another, soaring into the air, crashing into the wall, rolling down the stairs... Lying on the ground and losing his movement, not a trace of blood flowed from his body.

In just one second, the fourteen club bodyguards with fierce firepower all became "vegetative people" with relaxed expressions.

"Where did the monster come from!"

Maximo pops out his fangs and grows scales to turn into a basilis, and runs away with lightning strikes.

Woof!

The noisy Chihuahua at his feet let out a final scream and flew across in front of him, hitting the door frame and crossing his legs, pulling a cloudy cloud of urine on the ground beneath him.

Then Maximo was frozen in place by a powerful force.

Unable to move a finger and unable to breathe, he could only stare wide-eyed as he watched the Asian man, who flew to the corridor on the second floor with two companions and reached out to take off a bunch of keys from his waist.

Calmly walked to the storeroom in the side building.

Amid the sound of clattering footsteps, a screech erupted in the storeroom.

"Who are you? Hold it! Security, someone is intruding! ”

The sissy dance teacher and guard hurriedly reached for the pistol at their waist, and then maintained this frightened posture and expression, and the dazzling crystal light reflected all over the body, turning into a lifelike ice sculpture.

"The enemies are all gone, Elsa." The man, that is, Dean turned and handed the key to the Queen of the Night, "Release them." ”

Aisha rushed over and unlocked the door of the iron cage with the key, waving at a group of panicked girls huddled in the corner, "Run, you are free, no one can force you to dance anymore!" ”

"Free?" Erica looked dazed, and her companions didn't move.

Dean's gaze swept over the beautiful women with delicate facial features, tall figures, and deep South American mixed race style, which inspired the divine realm to start brainwashing, "Leave separately, forget about the club experience when you go out, you have never seen us." ”

"Then continue north, through the church and square in the center of Juarez, and then past the bullring, for a total of ten minutes, and you will see the iron bridge across the Rio Grande, opposite the United States."

"Ten minutes to the United States?"

A group of women had a scorching light in their eyes, and one by one they rushed out of the stairs like chicken blood.

Dean stared at their backs, and there seemed to be another group of stowaways like Salma's mother, working in the dark, marching, marrying locals... Integrate the next generation into the local community.

Happiness and pain can only be won by themselves.

And the Queen of the Night grinned with red lips, her hands around her chest and an extremely happy expression, and a touch of blush appeared on her face, as if she was drunk, exuding a thrilling beauty.

Saving such a group of female dancers who were imprisoned like herself, she seemed to have received great redemption.

"Dean, Lena, thank you for helping save my sister."

"Hands-on," Dean shook his head, "to get to the point, there are nearly twenty captives in the strip club, enough for everyone to 'train' for a while." ”

"Will they wake up suddenly?" Lena spun around her cowboy hat, and she didn't do anything during the whole process, like watching a sci-fi short movie, and Dean showed a lot more power than she could have imagined.

Everyone she'd seen in the Hawkins lab was inferior to Dean.

"No, it's safe." Dean smiled, adding perceptual suppression when he threw out the bullet just now, this group of gunmen has now completely lost their senses, and unless Dean disengages the suppression effect, they will remain unconscious until they die.

An ordinary person equipped with an ordinary weapon is no longer qualified to resist in the face of his superpowers.

"By the way, Elsa, you'll need to have a good chat with that Maximo..."Dean looked across the cage at the portrait of the woman wrapped around the python, "He's probably your follower, a basilis."

……

Maximo stood stiffly beside the portrait, looked at the three people opposite him closely, and swallowed nervously until the woman in the center took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that was perfect enough to turn all beings upside down, and he trembled with excitement and fell to his knees reverently,

"Welcome to Kiza, the great Queen of the Night, Guardian and Goddess of Death, and allow me to pay you my respect."

"You know me?" Aisha asked condescendingly, her pretty face shrouded in frost,

"Yes, I have had the privilege of seeing you in the temple, but it is a pity that I cannot stay until the evening to witness your dance of redemption for sin."

The Dance of Redemption, the Dance of Death, is about the same, Dean interjected, "Are there many basilistries like you who live outside the temple?" ”

The man didn't answer until Aisha urged,

"The belief in the Queen of the Night has spread for hundreds of years, and its adherents have spread to every city in Mexico, even to Honduras and Argentina in the south... Every corner of South America is infested with snake demons. ”

Dean's face became serious, the Phantom Snake's minions were actually all over South America, so although they destroyed the temple, the influence of the Phantom Snake was still there.

Aisha asked, "Who told you to kidnap those girls on your own initiative?" ”

The man said, "The priest of Carlos in the temple said that you need a lot of blood sacrifices and sacrifices to atone for the sins of the believers, and most of the sacrifices attracted by the blood sacrifice ritual are men, and there is a lack of women to balance. ”

"That's why we need a strip club like ours to select and deliver excellent female offerings to the temple every once in a while, and of course I, as a snake demon, also need some living blood to survive."

The two women exchanged glances, their faces showed a hint of fierceness, and they asked in a cold voice, "These girls are all women from Mexico and the south who want to smuggle into the United States through the border?" ”

The man felt the Queen's sharp gaze and lowered his head, "Not all, there are girls shipped from the United States, but I promise, I will always dedicate the most beautiful and dancing to you." ”

When Dean heard this, he couldn't help but think of what happened to him in the port of Galveston, the group of kidnapped girls, "Do you have accomplices in Galveston?" ”

"There was a dedicated line in Galveston that was responsible for transporting high-quality goods from the U.S. to Mexico by water, but it wasn't long ago that we lost contact."

Dean nodded, and that was right, Caveston had already been overtaken by him.

However, this group of Blood Sacrifice Gangs was also too frenzied, and actually stretched their tentacles into the other side for the sake of the ceremony.

Aisha took a deep breath and stared into the man's eyes with black eyes, "Why do you think I need a blood sacrifice just because the priest said so?" ”

"The goddess of mercy, countless sects and sects in the whole of Mexico, and countless gods who thirst for blood sacrifices," the man explained, looking up to the goddess reverently, "even if you don't harvest these sacrifices, they will fall into the hands of other sects..."

As soon as this sentence came out.

made the three people present feel ridiculous, is it reasonable to kidnap an innocent woman?

Maximo suddenly spoke with a look of longing, "Your Majesty the Night Queen, I have devoutly offered sacrifices for ten years, and it is up to you whether or not I have the honor to enter the temple and serve you." ”

Elsa's eyes shrunk into a slit like a snake, "You want to enter the temple?" ”

"Yes, I'm willing to give everything for that."

"I'll fulfill you," Aisha helped the man to stand up, blinked her eyes, the black jewel pupils turned into slit vertical pupils, two fangs popped out of her red lips, and her beautiful face drilled out of patches of black-brown scales, and her forehead and nose bulged forward in a line.

Two large holes were torn open in the back, and a pair of dark brown wing-like wings were drilled.

The image is far uglier and scary than the average snake demon.

Brush –

She bit down on the man's neck artery, and the black veins on the side of her face filled up like a row of active earthworms.

Grunt...

Less than half a minute.

Maximo fell forward on the ground, turning into a blue-skinned corpse.

Aisha's forked Nobuko licked the blood stains off the corners of her mouth, and tore the portrait on the wall with another claw,

"I'm sorry, I hate this bastard who imprisons women and forces them to dance, I can't help myself."

"If this kind of scum is killed, it will be killed." Dean shook his head, his eyes curious, "But is it different for you to suck the blood of the snake demon and the blood of a human?" ”

The scales around Aisha's body faded, her wings retracted, and she regained her sexy and bewitching image, and smiled at him, "The blood of the snake demon has a more complex taste and more energy. ”

"Alright, I won't have a lot of nights, let's take the captives back first?" Lena made an observation.

……

Then Dean cleaned up the club, cleared the surveillance, brainwashed the unconscious dancers, and collected razors, gold, and jewelry from various rooms... It adds up to more than 100,000 knives, packed into a handbag and taken away, which perfectly fills the consumption of buying blood bags.

Then, nine of the nineteen captives flew into the hall, gathered into a pile, shrunk into a ball of flesh under the squeeze of more than thirty tons of force, and then were swept into the underworld that cracked in mid-air by chains.

Shadow drains 9 Soul Essence, Lv3 (126→135/400).

Call of the Underworld Lv0 (7→8/100)

Dean exited the club, put up a sign at the gate that was closed, and drove back to the hotel with ten unconscious captives.

(End of chapter)