Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 119 119. Killing, Illusion
third floor.

Paque held the gun in one hand with a serious face, and the other muscular arm tightly hugged the collapsed Rast, who desperately pulled on the guardrail and wanted to jump off.

Shouting hysterically.

And Dean looked down at the crowd below.

There are no other hunters in Las Vegas.

The group of socialites didn't smell anything unusual about him either.

They are all pure human beings, not controlled by gluttony, but why do such demonic acts!

Dean's cheeks were tense like a rock, and his pupils shot out a cold light like a blade.

must die!
"Dude, give me something!"

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

With LV2 shooting skills and inhuman agility, his hands assembled a bunch of parts into a complete MP5 submachine gun at an incredible speed.

Click.

Insert the magazine, close the safety, and adjust the knob to the three-round burst mode.

Seeing everything from the perspective of God, Dean observed through the floor under his feet and ran to the corridor on the second floor to catch up with the bodyguards on the third floor.

When the bodyguard ran past his feet.

"Paqui, protect yourself and Rust, leave this group of people to me!"

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

Regardless, Dean put his left hand on the guardrail and kicked his right foot on the ground. His lower body jumped over the guardrail like lightning, and he fell to the first floor!
A black shadow flitted across the air.

The speed is as fast as a falcon swooping down from the sky to prey on its prey.

The black shadow fell beyond the guardrail on the second floor with lightning speed, and suddenly stopped when he stepped on the air, as if a stepping stone appeared out of thin air under his feet, offsetting the inertia of his fall.

At the same time, he supported the guardrail on the second floor with his right hand, flexibly rolled into the second floor, and landed silently.

Looking up—in the corridor, eight bodyguards were running towards the stairs leading to the third floor, but they exposed their backs without reservation.

Dean raised the MP5 without hesitation, held the trigger with his index finger, and fired horizontally from right to left, da da da——

The air hissed and the fire snake spit.

The bullets pierced through the air continuously, and blood sprayed in circles.

The six bodyguards paused and fell straight to the ground. Bloody holes burst out in the back of their heads. Pale brains and bright red blood spurted out, and under the action of the inertia of their bodies, shocking blood trails were dragged out. !
And in the reflection of the marble floor, these cold faces were still focused, and they didn't realize that they were attacked until they died.

你击杀了欧文…熟练度+6*5，射击lv2(118→148/300)
……

In an instant, six of the eight gunmen died.

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

Bang bang bang!
Dean strode forward without dodging or dodging, bullets hit his body and fell 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 patted the pull handle with a "snap".

Raise guns and shoot.

Boom!

The two men in black had blood holes on their foreheads, and they knelt forward, their cheek muscles distorted in extreme horror.

To the end of their lives, they couldn't understand the reason for the extremely unreasonable scene.

你击杀了…熟练度+5*2，射击lv2(158/300)
……

The intense gunfire lasted less than five seconds.

Paque dragged Ruster to hold the gun, his butt pressed against the corridor, and slowly moved down from the third floor like a crab.

The corridor on the second floor was almost empty, only Dean was left standing in a pool of blood, fastening the pistols among the corpses to his waist one by one,
Not even a drop of blood was stained on that gorgeous black suit.

"Dig the hair? Am I dazzled, or have you been possessed by the Feathered Serpent?"

Pacqui had experienced many fierce battles, but at this moment he couldn't help opening his mouth wide in surprise and rubbing his eyes, his eyes were complicated and unbelievable.

At this time, the cheerful laughter of the chef resounded in the hall on the first floor, with a triumphant smile on that elegant face,
"There was a little accident just now, which disturbed all friends. I'm sorry, but the disturbance is over... As an apology, I will immediately process the newly arrived ingredients for you. This time, you don't need to digest, you just need to eat. You will taste the ultimate fresh and sweet."

Snapped!
He clapped his palms.

In response.

Puff.

A black shadow fell from the second floor into the lobby on the first floor.

In an instant, the crowded crowd of rich people, important government officials, celebrities and public figures all swallowed their saliva, their eyes involuntarily turned to the attraction of a bunch of shining metallic objects stuck in the waist of the shadow.

Their throats seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of phlegm, and the air became thick 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 door, blocked it, turned around and glanced——

36 in total.

"You guys like having cannibal parties?"

"Want to see the red dragon, want to transcend?"

Click, Dean's right hand MP5, left hand Colt, using the strong wrist strength and amazing hand speed to load the gun at the same time.

The muzzle of the black hole is aimed at the center of the hall!
"I will send you to escape!"

"No! No!"

"Oh, God!"

"Listen to my explanation!"

Da da da!
The continuous gunfire, like a torrential rain, covered up the hasty excuse.

In an instant, more than a dozen bullets tore apart the extravagant designer suits and evening dresses, pierced through the flesh and blood, and swept away the people like cutting wheat.

On the smooth marble floor spread a layer of blood like paint.

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

The crowd ran around like headless chickens, hiding under the dining table, behind the marble pillars, and the former master chef fled to the kitchen!

And Dean was not soft at all, turning into a ruthless killing machine, slowly and steadily rolling forward from behind the group of people, and bursting with two guns in both hands at the same time.

The Colt in his left hand was empty and hung up, and he threw it away, and took out another new gun from the back of his waist.

He used a mere pistol with an aura no less than that of the MP5.

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

Harvest your life heartily.

And the only way for these unarmed men and women to escape——

The expressionless Paque quietly blocked there like a god, and kept making up for the fish that slipped through the net of Dean's gun.

As soon as he raised his hand, he exploded the head of an old white man, turned the muzzle of the gun to the left, and another woman with heavy make-up fell down, clutching her bleeding neck.

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

The sound of shooting, the sound of bullets piercing through flesh and blood, the sound of blood splashing, and howling screams compose a song of killing.

……

Dean's eyes were blood red.

At a certain moment, his body became hot, and surging power surged up.

Shot lv2 → lv3 (0/400)

Sensitivity: 13.2→13.7
Perception: 11.9→12.9
At the same time, the knowledge about firearms and shooting slowly and continuously penetrated into my mind, and the firearms in my hand suddenly became more handy, like an extension of my arm.

There is also a gust of coolness rushing through the eyes, ears, nose, and body, quickly widening the perception.

The surging smell of blood and sweat in the air, and the scarlet color outlined by the blood in the hall became more and more clearly visible.

……

boom!
Dean stepped over a man in a suit whose back was dyed red, and kicked over a horizontal dining table.

"Do not kill me!"

"It's the first time I've come to the club. I haven't killed anyone. I didn't know I was here to participate in this kind of evil activity. Spare my life!"

The middle-aged woman trembling like a quail under the dining table knelt down and raised her head, her charming face was covered with tears.

It was one of the two newcomers before.

Dean looked at her face, his brows furrowed, and his finger holding the trigger hesitated for half a second.

boom!
Gunshots.

The woman had a bloody hole on her forehead.

With round eyes, he fell back to the ground and lost his anger.

You killed Corolla, proficiency +1, shooting lv3 (1/400)
The matter has come to this point, and it cannot be stopped.

click.

Dean aimed at a big man with a round waist in front of him and pulled the trigger, but only saw the sleeve that popped off automatically.

The bullets of the submachine gun and pistol were all empty, and the spare magazine was also used up.

Nothing behind the waist.

"He's out of bullets!"

The fleeing man yelled like he was venting, and the only five people around were encouraged, and their escaping steps stopped.

The biggest, most courageous man with a full face raised a chair and rushed towards Dean to fight back. He had a scar running across the bridge of his nose and half of his face. His face was densely covered with flesh and his eyes were fierce.

Apparently there were crazy years in his youth.

Maybe even killed a few people!

He managed to get in front of Dean, swinging the chair and smashing him head-on.

boom!
He hit the air, the chair hit the ground hard, and a cloud of sawdust exploded.

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

He waved his hands like lightning——

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

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

Click!

Tracheal and cervical spine tears.

The man was limp and paralyzed to the ground.

His face was flushed, his limbs convulsed, and he groaned weakly.

hiss--

monster!

The four people who had stopped to watch screamed all over, turned around and ran away.

Dean didn't know when there was a teardrop-shaped sledgehammer in his hand.

Throw it in front of you like a boomerang.

A silver moon-shaped cold light flashed across the hall...

puff puff...

Several clusters of blood splashed.

The back ankles of the four fleeing for their lives were dyed red, their bodies swayed, they lost their balance and fell to the ground head-on.

Several blood-stained teeth collapsed, and desperate wailing echoed.

As soon as Dean raised his hand, "Shadow" flew back to his palm by manipulating the plank.

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

The man with the wavy beard watched the "Grim Reaper" approaching step by step, moved his buttocks on the ground comically backwards, raised his head and begged

"Is 100 million enough?"

"1000 million!"

puff!

Dean shrunk.

The shackles swung horizontally.

It's fast and powerful.

Wipe throat.

It's like waving a kitchen knife to butcher a fish, and the hot knife cuts across the butter, which is relaxing and comfortable.

The man clutched the gap in his neck and hissed and knelt forward. The gushing blood splashed on Dean's spotless suit and was bounced away by the invisible barrier.

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

Hold the Jiban tightly, aiming at the throat and waving it continuously.

……

你击杀了鲍里斯…熟练度+5，格斗lv2(160→165/300)
……

36 of the 35 people died.

Dean's blood-filled pupils turned to the head of the Red Dragon Club, who was sitting on the ground close to the wall, chef Al Dalis, who was dressed in white with blood-red dots.

He didn't intend to let this guy die too easily.

But the panic on Al's charming face suddenly disappeared, and he looked straight at Dean with his eyes.

The four eyes met for a moment.

Dean felt a flash of lightning flash before his eyes.

The whites of Al's eyes suddenly turned pitch black, but the black pupils glowed with an intense and eye-catching white light, and then split rapidly, one split into two smaller ones, and the two split into four smaller ones...

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

Dean's soul throbbed and he raised his head uncontrollably.

He saw a strange scene——

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

A sense of distant and vast emptiness hits the face.

Countless white light spots flying from the chef's eyes are spread on the gradient roof, forming a bright galaxy in the summer night starry sky.

It rotated slowly, a gap gradually opened in the center of the darkness and silver, and a magnificent dark red curved outline emerged,
Occupying all of Dean's sight——

This is a huge red star, pressing towards Dean head-on, projecting an omnipresent majestic gravitational force.

It seemed to be staring at Dean, and an unavoidable sense of fear rose in Dean's heart. The whole world squeezed towards him with the red star, and the space around him began to twist and collapse rapidly.

He was completely trapped in an ever narrower space, he couldn't even move a finger, and he couldn't breathe, his bones groaned under the squeeze.

Blood vessels and veins protruded on his hands and neck, and his hair stood on end. Beads of sweat and blood oozed out of his skin, which was so tight that it was chapped.

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

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

boom!
A piercing gunshot erupted in the hall to end the horrific process.

Dean pulled away from the terrifying vision in an instant.

His knees softened and he fell to the ground.

breathe…

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

He was so weak that he was about to faint, but deep in his heart, he felt an indescribable sense of joy, as if some kind of imprisonment was broken under the extreme oppression.

"What did this guy do to you? Why are you bleeding out of nowhere?" The big man who retracted his gun helped him up and looked at his bloody face in surprise.

Dean shook his head and looked towards the opposite side. Al Dalis was clutching his bloody thigh pierced by bullets, his eyes were streaming with blood and tears, and he no longer had the thrilling magic power before.
With a sickly blush on his cheeks, he asked in a trembling voice,
"You have seen it, right? You have seen the mighty power of the red dragon!"

"Human beings are born incomplete, and their strength is limited. Only by finding the red dragon can we perfect ourselves and break the shackles!"

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

"Cooperate with me, and I will help you reach the other shore!"

He explained frantically,

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

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

Red dragons are real.

……

"To your mother's head!"

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

"Don't be fooled by this magic stick!"

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

Luster hugged Grace, who looked peaceful and asleep inside the ice cube, and was covered in cold air, having been frozen for at least a day.

And Ruster and her face to face, shoulders shrugged, tears silently, thin back, rich sadness and despair are as real as they are.

He has long since lost his father, and now the last of his relatives is gone.

Dean sighed, released one of the ten souls already stored in the board, and made a space available.
"Last, the person who hurt Grace is here, you don't want to avenge her?"

Ruster shuddered.

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

The piercing eyes that wished to eat his flesh and blood made the chef, who had always been inhuman, couldn't help but tremble.

"This is a misunderstanding!"

"You killed her." Rust rushed over.

"I didn't kill your mother, she did it voluntarily!"

"You made her suffer!"

"No, she started the next cycle very peacefully, without suffering any torture. And she begged me before she left to lead you to the club. I have promised her. Come on, boy, I will guide you to see you now." See the great red dragon. Ah! What are you doing, stop!"

"You killed her!"

"Ahhhh!"

Ruster took the table knife from Paque and stabbed the man in the eye.

Amidst his miserable screams, he violently stabbed at his whole body...

puff puff!

Amid the continuous sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh, Al's body was riddled with holes like a punctured water bag.

The wailing gradually subsided.

The splattered blood stained the immature face of the avenger Rust, and that face instantly became extremely ferocious, full of madness!
But the knife alone was not enough to calm Rust's anger.

At a certain moment, he dropped the knife and jumped on the dying Al like a mad beast, biting his neck.

Di quietly watched the cruel scene, and suddenly felt an indescribable joy in his heart, as if the person in front of him venting his anger violently was not Ruster, but himself.

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

And it's all made by him.

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

Dean's expression was in a trance again, his mind was buzzing, and all the surrounding sounds left him strangely at this moment.

The scene in front of him suddenly distorted like an abstract painting by a master oil painter.

He seemed to be in a group of indescribable, grotesque clouds.

An indistinguishable male and female voice sounded.

"See, how can humans be more noble than 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."

"Midean is the paradise of monsters."

"Come on, come on... take away the pain for you, and give you eternal life."

"This is your calling."

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

"North."

"north!"

"Dean!"

"Ah!" Dean patted his temples frantically, the horrifying blood in his eyes faded like a tide, the weird colors in front of his eyes, and the charming auditory hallucinations in his ears also disappeared.

"What the hell happened to you today?"

Paqui was somewhat puzzled, how could this nephew be in a trance twice in a row while killing people, which is completely unworthy of his outstanding skills.

"Sorry, I'm so tired."

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

Rast lay bloodied on Al's body who was already silent, punching feebly, crying and laughing like crazy,
"Let him vent, if this grief doesn't turn into anger, he will collapse." Dean felt that the last place in the plank was also filled, and shook his head with dim eyes,
Paqui walked around the hall, "Forget it, let's finish the finishing work first. I've already disposed of the surveillance video, now, wipe all the security guns you used before, and wipe off your fingerprints..."

"Bless the ancestors, that magician knows that what he did was not a human thing, and he built the club in such a remote place. It is night now, and no one should notice our actions."

"Take away another 'lucky' dead person to set the blame on, and reduce the suspicion a little bit."

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

"Have you ever worked as a private security guard or as a killer?"

"If it wasn't for wiping your ass, would I need to bother so much?"

"I act alone, and I can get this ticket without anyone noticing."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Uncle and nephew worked together to deal with most of the obvious traces in a quarter of an hour.

Then he approached the blood-stained Rast who was sitting on Al's corpse, and even his mouth was red, "It's over, boy, it's time to go."

Ruster just held Grace in a daze, motionless.

Pacqui forcibly broke his hand and dragged him to the gate of the club.

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

(End of this chapter)