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Chapter 407 - 244: Massacre, Unexpected Arrival (May Monthly Bonus 1)

Chapter 407: Chapter 244: Massacre, Unexpected Arrival (May Monthly Bonus 1)

Drip-drop, drip-drop~

One by one, police cars, flashing their sirens, surrounded the area.

A large number of tourists were evacuated.

Brian also caught up with the escaping guard vehicle, smashed the car window to create a big hole, questioned them for a bit, and then, with one bullet each, he sent them away.

He evaded the hotel security team that had rushed over, climbing on the exterior walls of the hotel, and under the cover of night, he climbed towards the hotel’s top floor.

This operation was a failure.

What was supposed to be an assassination turned into a massacre.

The uncertainty of information is always such an inconvenience.

To expedite the process,

Brian even ignored the few obsessions that burst forth.

These obsessions from ordinary people were hardly attractive to him anymore.

This approach also found Brian an opportunity.

..

Underground parking lot.

Looking at the wrecked bullet-proof sedan, a dozen armed security guards opened their mouths slightly in shock.

The security team leader rubbed his eyes, "My God, was this car attacked by a T-Rex?"

A team member inspecting the inside of the car said with an ugly expression, "Captain, they’re all dead. The blood inside is still warm. The killer might be close by."

A group of people, frightened, gathered together, looking around in terror.

Security, security, sometimes you can’t even protect yourself.

The captain, watching his subordinates’ poor performance, dark-faced, spoke into the communicator, "Surveillance, any sightings?"

The pager buzzed with an electric sound, "The killer is a British man in a suit, definitely a Brit. He left the garage and isn’t in the surveillance area anymore."

"Understood, relay the message to Kulunbu’er’s manager, tell all the guests to stay in their rooms and wait for the police to arrive."

"Okay, Captain."

Kulunbu’er’s manager is the official person in charge of the hotel and casino.

He is a relative of Miss Sudan, a complete idiot who only knows pleasure.

The surveillance room attempted to contact him several times, but no one answered. Knowing he was probably indulging in entertainment again, they had no choice but to send a hotel waiter up to inform him personally.

..

By the time the hotel waiter arrived, he only saw two security guys lying in a pool of blood, and a huddled mass lying on the floor, with its entire skin peeled off and stuck to the wall.

Beside the huddled mass,

several very young looking girls with dog collars around their necks, wrapped in towels, lay scattered on the ground.

Clearly, the waiter was also a confidant.

He knew all these were the manager of Kulunbu’er’s captives, kept as playthings.

The waiter stepped forward trembling and checked on the girls, finding they were just unconscious, not killed.

This gave him a breath of relief.

It’s not that he was glad the children were okay.

He wasn’t that noble, it was simply the knowledge that the killer had probably left already, ensuring his own safety.

The fact was just so.

Brian had already left.

With the stench of blood on him, he grimly leaped across neighboring buildings.

According to the interrogation,

that disgusting pig revealed that Sudan was only ostensibly the casino hotel owner, but actually also the leader of the Rat Gang.

The Rat Gang, a gang specialized in human trafficking.

The little girls from the fat pig’s room were supplied by the Rat Gang.

This kind of business, actually wasn’t very profitable.

Compared to the casino hotel, this inevitably small gang could probably not make as much in a whole year as the casino hotel made in half a month.

The risks were higher, too.

The fat pig never understood why Sudan cared about such a small gang and even personally oversaw it.

But Brian knew.

She must be one of the Doomsday Sect’s material suppliers.

The others trafficked could also serve as bait, drawing in those seemingly illustrious politicians, the transactions involved, too complex to express with words.

...

At this moment.

An ostensibly abandoned factory.

Brightly lit.

A fierce-eyed woman, putting down her phone, looked at her subordinates, busy at several crates, "Everyone stop what you’re doing, grab your weapons, and enter Level 1 alert!"

These people were well-trained, completely lacking the loose discipline typical of gang members.

Almost the instant the woman ordered,

these people orderly put down what they were doing, lined up to the weapon and ammo boxes aside, donned Bullet-Proof Vests, and picked up standard-issue automatic rifles.

Mechanical doors closing resounded around them.

Lines of infrared security beams and lights turned the sizable factory into a sealed fortress.

Seeing this, the woman got up, preparing to go to the security room to inquire about the specific situation on the hotel side.

The next moment.

Boom~

A loud noise came from above.

Debris fell in torrents.

Everyone shockingly looked up, only to see a figure jumping from a gap more than ten meters high, landing directly in front of the woman.

Thud~

The ground trembled slightly, raising dust.

Brian scanned the surroundings, grasping the neck of the somewhat stunned woman, slowly lifting her into mid-air, "Not a single camera installed, you’re really cautious, Sudan."

Sudan was truly stunned.

According to the news, the hotel and casino had been attacked seven or eight minutes ago, her foolish uncle was discovered dead in the hotel penthouse five minutes ago.

The death was gruesome, limbs broken, skin peeled off while alive, dying excruciatingly.

None of this scared Sudan.

What she did was bound to attract retribution from inhuman entities.

Thus, the hotel and casino were nothing but a lure.

The fact was indeed so.