Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 199 199. Abyss strangulation
"There were about thirty guys in that group, all white, living in a heavily guarded small building in the Oak District. They were well-trained and equipped with pistols, shotguns, and rifles. I even suspected that they were retired soldiers," Carly said solemnly, "In addition to selling herbal medicine and 'poison', they also kidnapped and extorted tourists who came to Lafayette from other places. They forced themselves to meet, fight, and killed people... They did all kinds of evil."

"Are you serious?" Dean asked,

"Of course, I swear to the supernatural god that I will not tell any lies." Carly seemed to see Dean's sense of justice and raised her hand in a serious manner.

Dean was confused, "Why didn't you call the police?"

"Man, you are also an outlier, how can you be so naive?" Brother Hei smiled, "If calling the police was useful, then there would be no crime in the world."

Carly added old-fashionedly, "The security in Indiana is already bad. There are countless gangs. Even if one is defeated, the next one will rise up and be even more bloody and perverted. So as long as they are covert enough and don't destroy the bright side, The stability of the situation will not arouse strong public reactions, and the cops in Lafayette will just turn a blind eye."

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

Carly shook her head, "They are all ordinary people."

"Then I have a plan," Dean glanced at the sky. Orange fire clouds appeared in the sky, and night would fall in less than two hours. "Without further ado, I'll take action tonight."

Fang Shan clenched his fists, his face full of excitement, "What's the 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 this way. You guys just wait and be ready to meet Mick."

"Be serious! Are you facing more than [-] guns and a group of heavily armed thugs by yourself?" Carly looked at Dean with questioning eyes. "I admit that you are very skilled, but you are not Superman. Don't go and die!"

"Who said we have to fight head-on? I have a better way, at least [-]% sure." Dean's expression was calm and his eyes were full of confidence.
Kali and Fang Shan looked at each other, a look of confusion flashed across their faces.

"Okay, we believe you once, but pay attention to Mick's safety when you act, and don't let anyone hurt her. By the way, there is a lot of cash hidden in that house...don't miss it."

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

……

The sun sets, and the night casts a tranquil black veil over West Lafayette.

Big Man and Carly drove Dean to the oak area on the west side and got off the car, then walked a short distance to the foot of an oak tree with a huge umbrella crown.

The slightly yellow leaves of branches and vines cast a dense shadow on the roadside, like a majestic dark cloud brewing a silent storm.

On the street corner not far ahead, stood a building with four brown-red walls and a gable roof.

Thick curtains were drawn on all the windows of the building, and the naked eye could only faintly see dark figures moving behind the curtains.

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

Carly reminded her and watched as Dean slipped into the night ghostly and disappeared.

"Is this guy really reliable? He didn't even carry a pistol, and he acted alone." The big man recalled the frustration of being suppressed by one hand and unable to move, and a trace of panic showed on his rough face, "Except for Bruce... Lee, I’ve never seen such an arrogant Asian.”

"Aliens can never be judged by common sense. He can rescue 11 from the laboratory and suppress us easily. He must have awakened some kind of powerful super power..." A trace of fear flashed in Carly's eyes, "He gave me It feels like another person.”

"Who?"

"The most mysterious and powerful teaching assistant in Hawkins Laboratory, No. 001. Just wait and see, I feel that this guy will not be weaker than No. 1, and he will definitely bring surprises."

……

Dean circled around the brown-red building to confirm that there was no third pair of eyes around, and then found a blind spot in Carly and Fang's vision. He tapped his toes and slid into the air as lightly as a bat, quietly. Flying silently to the roof of the third floor and landing.

From God's perspective, he looked down through the tiles on the roof and took a rough glance -

There are no security cameras.

In the lobby on the first floor, the left and right sides are separated by a door. Amidst the dynamic music on the left, five drunken men carrying whiskey bottles are twisting their bodies messily to the music.

On the right, more than two dozen red-faced men were waving banknotes, shouting, and arguing about winning and losing and cards. The noise almost brought down the roof.

And Dean keenly discovered that the exposed arms and wrists of these men all had various tattoos...mainly badges, ships, flags, eagles, dolphins...the favorite patterns of naval soldiers.

"Is he really a retired soldier?" Dean frowned even more.

A large number of American soldiers have tattoos in order to relieve stress, commemorate their comrades, and make it easier for their families to identify their bodies after they are unfortunately killed.

……

Dean suppressed his thoughts and looked at the second floor.

The second floor should be an arsenal. Five men are wiping and maintaining neatly arranged firearms and ammunition. Among these arms, there are even some bulletproof vests that are prohibited from being sold to the public.

Dean became more and more convinced that their background was not simple.

The third floor was divided into several rooms. In one of the dark rooms, three captives with their limbs tied and their mouths gagged were sleeping: a pair of middle-aged men and women whose backs were pressed together, suspected to be a couple, and a skinny man. The black girl with afro hair is exactly Mick, the target of Dean's trip.

The exposed skin of the three people was covered with bruises, and they had obviously been beaten and bullied.

Target locked.

Dean did not rush to take action and continued to observe.

In a study room not far next door, in front of a bookshelf containing hundreds of books, a muscular bald man was communicating in a low voice with another bearded, burly man, while putting rolls of banknotes that smelled of ink into the bright light. In the golden safe.

"Only three people have been arrested so far, and they asked us to send six people over there. How about we go to the gas station on the interstate highway to do it tomorrow?"

"No need. Now that the school year is back to school, there are still many students and relatives from other places traveling in the city." Beard threw a bundle of banknotes into the safe and rubbed the stubble on his chin as he pondered, "There will be a disco party in the abandoned factory tomorrow night." We will definitely be able to attract them, and when the time comes, it won’t be a problem to gather six people together.”

"But this operation must be clean and tidy. Don't get caught again. Let the Faraye Police Department wipe our ass, otherwise no one will be able to cover it up!"

The bald man nodded heavily.

……

"Gather six people together, where are they going to be sent?" Dean felt as if he had discovered some great conspiracy, "It's time to take action."

He squinted his eyes, and his spine squirmed like an earthworm under the mud of his facial muscles. In less than half a minute, he transformed into a blond, blue-eyed, white man.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he summoned the ghost armor to protect himself, and opened the window on the third floor with his mind. Dean fell along the roof, grabbed the window sill with both hands, and then jumped into the corridor on the third floor like a civet cat.

He silently walked to the study and opened the door.

His eyes turned cold!
abyss!

"who?!"

When the bald man and the bearded man heard the noise, they instinctively pushed away the banknotes on the table, held the guns at their waists, and turned around.

Too late to pull the trigger.

The bright light in the study disappeared in an instant, and the suffocating infinite darkness rushed towards them. In this darkness, a pair of whirlpools swirled, and the sparkling eyes firmly attracted their attention.

The two of them glanced at each other intently, and suddenly felt their feet were empty, and a strong sense of weightlessness arose spontaneously.Their bodies seemed to have jumped off a cliff and kept falling into the bottomless abyss.

The skin, flesh, bones, and vitality were pierced by the strong wind in the darkness, and the soul buried deep in the body was also torn in half.

Huge pain gushed out from it, drowning the physical perception, emotion, and thinking.

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

……

In the center of the interaction between light and darkness, Dean knelt down and cut the necks of the bearded and bald man with a dart board.

“你杀死了卡罗尔、格雷西，熟练度+5*2，格斗lv3（130→140/400）…”

"The proficiency is actually so high."

Dean wiped off the blood on the slightly hot board and turned his eyes to the bright golden safe open on the table. With a wave of his hand, rolls of knives and pieces of gold bars automatically flew to him and were placed in the fantasy space.

Dean calculated it and found that the total value was about 30. At this point, his savings soared to 51 dollars.

Then, this "human-shaped black hole" left the study, walked down the stairs to the second floor, and continued to radiate infinite darkness to the surroundings.

puff puff!
A series of muffled noises.

The five men on the second floor who were wiping firearms fell to the ground with a muffled sound as soon as they looked up, still holding the oilcloth tightly in their hands.

In the darkness, the sound of breaking through the air was accompanied by the flying silver light, and necks were cut.

"You killed... Proficiency +20, Fighting lv3 (170/400).

As if he were walking in his own garden, Dean walked comfortably through a pile of rifles, shotguns, and ammunition before continuing downstairs.

……

On the first floor, the men who were arguing over a good deck of cards suddenly became obsessed and turned their gazes to the stairwell in the corner. The redness and anger on their faces suddenly solidified into confusion - like dark living creatures. It crawls out of the ground, hangs down from the ceiling, and swallows people.

They pursed their lips tightly and made no sound, unable to move a finger. They just stared straight at the ever-expanding swirling pupils in the darkness——

Separate light from darkness.

Through dusk and dawn.

puff puff.

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

Five other people were bleeding from their seven orifices and lost their vitality. But right next to them, their dull-faced souls were so shocked that they left their bodies, turned into streaks of light, and were absorbed by the shackles.

puff puff.

In the dark hall, the wooden board was waved, causing a series of sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh and blood splashing. The fifteen surviving people had their throats cut one by one and lost their lives.

"You killed...Proficiency +60, Fighting lv3 (230/400)"

"You used skills to affect a large number of ordinary targets, Abyss lv0 (1→4/100)"

Two minutes after Dean entered the building, 2 living lives were turned into cold corpses without any resistance at all.

Dean tiredly deactivated his skills and looked around at the scattered corpses on the ground. A look of thought flashed in his eyes. If he fought normally, it would take a lot of effort to kill all these people, but using "Abyss" to deal with it was fast and stealthy.

Now, he wanted to kill a group of well-trained ordinary people head-on, as easily as cutting wheat and crushing ants.

"I became even less human."

After a large number of killings at one time, uneasy thoughts surged crazily, and annoying auditory hallucinations grew in Dean's ears.
"To the north, Athabasca, the kingdom of night has opened. Baphomet has marked you. You are destined to be unable to escape!"

Dean's expression was dazed for a moment, and a sickly blush flashed across his face. For a moment, he felt as if he had turned into a green-faced, fanged monster in the darkness that dominated the life and death of mortals.

But these terrifying abnormalities only lasted for a second before being completely washed away by the strong will!

breathe…

Dean's face regained his composure,

"Why do you care about killing a few kidnapping and extortion criminals? They will wash away their sins and redeem themselves in Limbo."

He returned to the solitary room on the third floor, opened the door, rolled up the bodies of the three prisoners with his mind, released the mimicry, and left the house.

……

Under the large oak tree outside the building.

Carly excitedly held her thin companion in her arms, her eyes red,

"Mick! Mick, are you feeling okay? Where are you hurt?"

"Well...Carly, Fang, I'm fine, I just suffered a little skin trauma..." Mick hugged Carly tightly as if he had just woken up from a dream, with a trace of confusion on his face, "But I remember, wasn't I raped by Gray before?" Xi’s men caught him and locked him up?”

"We rescued you." Fang Nuannuan smiled and patted his companion on the shoulder, "To be precise, our new friends rescued you from the dragon's pond and the tiger's den."

"Dean." Dean reached out to Mick with grateful eyes and shook it gently.
"How did you do it, buddy? It's a miracle." Carly pushed Mick into Fang Kuanhou's arms, her curious eyes wandering between Dean and the building next to her, "Just now we saw the house The lights flickered a few times, and those guys let you go? There were no roars or gunshots, it was as quiet as a cemetery."

Carly paused after speaking, clenched her fingers, 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 of people, they just went where they should go."

"Okay, I know, this is your secret. So have you got the money?" Carly asked, and all three pairs of eyes turned to Dean expectantly.

"This money should belong to me, right?" Dean said calmly,

"That's your trophy, of course it's up to you to arrange it," Fang said frankly. "We just think it would be a pity if you forget to take it. We can help you."

"Haha." Dean smiled, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the three people, as if he could see through their hearts, "If your answers satisfy me later, maybe I will consider giving you some travel expenses. But now, Let’s go back to the car first. Mick looks tired and hungry, so take her to get something to eat first.”

Mick swallowed and nodded wildly.

"What should we do with these two unlucky guys?" Carly pointed to a couple on the ground who were rescued by Dean. They were still in a coma, and the moonlight made their bruised and congested faces look as funny as tabby cats.

Dean thought for a while,
"Rescuing them is the best thing to do. Just drop them off near the police station or hospital."

(End of this chapter)