Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 279 269. Club

at dusk.

A street south of Juarez.

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

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

"Look, Maximo, these goods are all carefully selected and of the highest quality," the strong man looked at the blond and elegant man opposite. At the man's feet lay a Chihuahua with a round head and big eyes ( Chihuahua), barking irritably, like a stinky-faced pocket alien.

"Not bad." The man took a puff of his cigar and glanced at the women's beautiful figures and faces, "But the skin and hair colors are too single to satisfy the diverse tastes of the goddess."

"I have no idea about this. The northern line has temporarily lost contact. There is a high probability that they will be picked up by the police, and the American girls are gone." The strong man sighed, "So we can only find these people who want to sneak across the border. "

"How much did it cost?"

"20, [-] to [-] each depending on the figure and appearance..."

"The price is barely acceptable, but if the temple is not satisfied, I will drag you to pay for it next time." Maximo said, ignoring the frightened bald head, and asked his men to lead the women out of the carriage and lock them in into a large cage surrounded by barbed wire in the warehouse.

Maximo walked into the warehouse with the dog in his arms and bowed reverently to the portrait of a woman in a red skirt, green tube top, jade feather crown on her head, and a golden python on the wall.

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

After praying quietly, he turned around and picked out the most beautiful black-haired girl from the cage and pulled her into the field outside.
"what name?"

The woman hunched her shoulders timidly, "Erica."

Maximo glanced at Erica and the women in the cage, "Listen, everyone, I don't care who you were before, whether you were from Guatemala, Panama or Costa Rica, or what wishes you wanted to achieve in the United States, but now, I am here You spent a lot of money on me. You belong to me. You must make money for me to pay off your debt. When you pay off your debt, I will send you to the 'paradise' on the other side of the Rio Grande. Otherwise, the desert of Chichihua will be yours. Boneyard, understand?”

The women nodded in horror.

The man turned on the radio attached to the wall, played a piece of Mexican-style dynamic music, and said in a commanding tone,
"Erica, use your racial talents and set an example for everyone to dance."

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

"I'll teach you." The man put the remaining quarter of the cigar next to the ashtray, tore the cloth covering the woman's shoulders, made her face humiliatingly to her companion in the cage, and moved her gently , pressing his cheek against her neck and hair to sniff, grinning to reveal his hidden fangs,
"Feel the music, just like this, embrace it with all your heart,"

The man danced with her heartily for half an hour.

"Very good, Erica, you have the potential to become a top player. You can earn enough money to go to the United States in two or three years at most."

"Are you grateful to me? Smile!"

Erica held back her tears and forced a smile. Maximo whistled to call back the dog, winked at the guard at the door and the male dance teacher in tights, and exited the warehouse.

Passing through the dark second floor, he entered another hall with swirling music, picked up a glass of Noble wine, and lay on the guardrail to look down.

Under the rotating colored lights, on the small stages with steel pipes on the first floor, his "money trees" were leisurely doing warm-up exercises before the performance, and from time to time they performed some difficult moves such as hanging upside down with their legs and doing the scorpion upside down.

Dusk has not yet set, it is not time to get off work, and the rich men in American factories have not yet come to support them, so they can only perform for the public.

No, there are guests too.

There were three guests sitting on the stage in the corner, wearing huge cowboy hats and sunglasses covering most of their faces. They were chatting with their blond sweethearts. The leader turned out to be Asian.

"Kerry, you drank too much and your eyes are blurred? Didn't you see that Asian guy breaking the rules?" Maximo waved to the boys next to him, "Go and have a good talk with him. If you want to chat with my baby, you must buy VIP. For service, three people have to buy three lap dances, and they have to be at exclusive prices. If you don’t agree, grab them all and send them to my room."

The three bulky bodyguards nodded and ran down the stairs aggressively to surround him. Maximo smiled, ready to appreciate the humiliated expression of the Asian who thought he was unlucky.

The result was beyond Maximo's expectation.

As soon as the three boys approached the Asian, the ferocious expressions on their fleshy faces flattened as if they had been ironed. They were like three tamed hyenas, and they began to question and answer each other in front of him, the big boss.

As the Asian listened to the answer, his expression became more and more serious, like a tight string. At a certain moment, he suddenly stood up and ordered to the five female dancers and three bodyguards on the stage, "You are tired, go to sleep. "

This sound seemed to contain unpredictable magic power, spreading into the air along with some kind of force field, like God's will.

The eight people he glanced at fell to the ground without saying a word and fell asleep, and were then moved to the wine table on the right by an invisible force.

"Fake!"

This incredible scene immediately made Maximo on the second floor change his face and yell,
"Level 1 alert, call the guy!"

He took out the pistol from 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 each room on the first and second floors, aiming at the three guests in the hall and holding on to the trigger without mercy.

Da da da!
Bang bang bang!
Deafening gunshots resounded throughout the hall, countless flickering firelights suppressed the colored lights on the ceiling, and the pungent gunpowder opened up streaks of white mist in the air.

The storm of bullets pierced the sofa, floor, and wooden stage, leaving rows of bullet holes. Snow-white sponges and yellowing sawdust were flying all over the sky.

Everything in the ballroom was brutally destroyed.

At the center of the shooting, the space near the three guests seemed to be evacuated, and time stopped there and solidified into a ball. Hundreds of warheads lost their kinetic energy and hung motionless, like glass beads passed through by thousands of threads. The same, delicate, beautiful, but without lethality, not even scratching a piece of skin on the three targets.

He was hit by more than a dozen submachine guns.

The Asian man suddenly moved and grabbed a handful of bullets with a wave of his big hand, as easily as grabbing caramel corn kernels from a bag.

Spin around and launch in all directions.

An extremely simple action, yet extremely fast.

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

shhhhh--

A large number of sharp bullets were thrown out from the palm of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the frightening sound of bullets entering flesh suppressed the sound of submachine gun fire. One after another, the men holding guns around seemed to be hit by invisible battering rams, flying into the air, hitting the wall, rolling down the stairs... lying on the ground in a mess. There was no movement, and not a trace of blood flowed from his body.

In just one second, the fourteen club bouncers armed with fierce firepower all turned into "vegetative states" with relaxed expressions.

"Where did the monster come from!"

Maximo popped out his fangs, grew scales and turned into a snake demon, and ran away as fast as lightning.

Wang!
The noisy Chihuahua at his feet let out one last scream and flew across in front of him. It hit the door frame and crossed its legs. A pool of turbid urine opened up on the ground beneath him.

Then Maximo was held in place by a powerful force.

Unable to move a finger, unable to breathe, I could only stare wide-eyed, watching the Asian man, leading his two companions in a light leap, fly to the corridor on the second floor, and reached out to take off a bunch of keys from his waist.

He walked calmly to the warehouse in the side building.

Amidst the patter of footsteps, a drake-like scream erupted in the warehouse.

"Who are you? Stop! Security, there is an intruder!"

The sissy dance teacher and guard hurriedly reached for the pistols at their waists, and then maintained their frightened postures and expressions, reflecting dazzling crystal light all over their bodies, turning into lifelike ice sculptures. "The enemies have been dealt with, Elsa." The man, Dean, turned around and handed the key to the Queen of the Night, "Release them."

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

"Free?" Erica looked confused, and her companions around her didn't move either.

Dean glanced at these beautiful women with delicate features, tall figures, and South American mixed-race style, which inspired the divine realm to start brainwashing, "Leave separately and forget about the club experience when you go out. You have never seen us."

"Then continue north, pass through the churches and squares in the center of Juarez, and then pass the bullring. After a total of 10 minutes of running, you will see the iron bridge across the Rio Grande, with the United States on the other side."

"Can you get to the United States in 10 minutes?"

A group of women's eyes lit up with blazing light, and they all rushed out and down the stairs as if they had been shot.

Dean stared at their backs, and there seemed to be another group of stowaways like Salma's mother, working illegally, marching, marrying locals... allowing the next generation to integrate into the native land.

Happiness and pain can only be achieved by themselves.

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

She seemed to have received a great redemption by rescuing a group of female dancers who were imprisoned like herself.

"Dean, Lena, thank you for helping to save my sisters."

"Easy to do..." Dean shook his head, "To get to the point, there are close to 20 prisoners in the strip club, which is enough for everyone to 'train' for a while."

"Will they wake up suddenly?" Lena twirled her cowboy hat. She didn't exert any strength during the whole process. It was like watching a science fiction short film. The power Dean showed was far beyond her imagination.

No one she'd ever met in Hawkins Lab was as good as Dean.

"No, it's very safe." Dean smiled. When he threw out the bullets, he added sensory suppression. Now these gunmen have completely lost their consciousness. Unless Dean removes the suppression effect, they will remain unconscious until the end. die.

Ordinary people equipped with ordinary weapons are no longer qualified to resist in the face of his superpowers.

"By the way, Elsa, you have to have a good chat with Maximo..." Dean looked at the portrait of a woman wrapped in a python on the opposite side of the cage, "He is most likely your believer, a snake demon..."

……

Maximo stood stiffly next to the portrait, looking at the three people opposite him at close range, swallowing nervously, until the woman in the center took off her sunglasses, revealing a face that was so flawless that it could confuse all living beings. He was trembling with excitement, piously Kneel down on the ground,

"Kisa, the great Queen of the Night, goddess of guardianship and death, welcomes you. Please allow me to pay you my highest respects."

"Do you know me?" Aisha asked condescendingly, her pretty face covered with frost.
"Yes, I was lucky enough to see your face in the temple, but it's a pity that I couldn't stay until night to witness your dance of redemption."

The dance of redemption and the dance of death are more or less the same, Dean interjected, "Are there many snake monsters like you living outside the temple?"

The man didn't answer until Elsa urged him to say,

"The belief in the Queen of the Night has been spread for hundreds of years, and believers can be found in every city in Mexico, even in Honduras and Argentina in the south... Every corner of South America is filled with snake monsters."

Dean's face turned serious. The phantom snake's minions were spread all over South America. Even though they destroyed the temple, the phantom snake's influence still existed.

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

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

"So we need strip clubs like ours to select and deliver outstanding female sacrifices to the temple every once in a while. Of course, as a snake demon, I also need some blood to survive."

The two women exchanged glances, with a stern look on their faces, and asked coldly, "Are these girls from Mexico and the south trying to smuggle themselves into the United States through the border?"

Feeling the Queen's sharp gaze, the man lowered his head, "Not all, there are also girls shipped from the United States, but I promise that every time I will give you the one with the most outstanding beauty and the best dance."

When Dean heard this, he couldn't help but think of his experience at the Galveston port, with the group of kidnapped girls, "Do you have any accomplices in Galveston?"

"There is a dedicated transportation line in Galveston that is responsible for transporting high-quality goods from the United States to Mexico by water, but the connection was lost not long ago."

Dean nodded, saying that was right. He had saved Galveston's criminals.

However, this group of blood sacrifice gangs were so crazy that they actually extended 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 her black eyes, "Why do you think I need a blood sacrifice, just because the priest said so?"

"Goddess of mercy, there are countless large and small sects throughout Mexico, and there are countless gods who are eager for blood sacrifices," the man looked up to the goddess with respect and explained, "Even if you don't harvest these sacrifices, they will fall into the hands of other sects... "

This sentence comes out.

It made the three people present feel ridiculous. Is it still justified to kidnap an innocent woman?

Maximo suddenly said with a longing look on his face, "Your Majesty the Queen of the Night, I have dedicated ten years of sacrifices to you. Do you have the honor to enter the temple and serve you?"

Elsa's eyes shrank like a snake, "You want to enter the temple?"

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

"I'll help you," Aisha helped the man stand up, blinked her eyes, her black gem pupils turned into slit-like vertical pupils, two fangs popped out of her red lips, and patches of dark brown appeared on her beautiful face. The scales, forehead and nose are connected in a line and protrude forward,
Two large holes ripped open on the back, and a pair of dark brown membrane-like wings emerged.

The image is far uglier and scarier than ordinary snake monsters.

brush--

She bit the main artery in the man's neck, and the black blood vessels on the side of his face swelled, squirming like a row of active earthworms.

goo goo goo...

Less than half a minute.

Maximo fell forward and lay on the ground, turning into a corpse with blue skin.

Elsa's forked letter licked the blood at the corner of her mouth, and then tore apart the portrait on the wall with her claws.

"Sorry, I hate these bastards who imprison women and force them to dance. I really can't control myself."

"Just kill this scum." Dean shook his head, his eyes curious, "But is there any difference between sucking the blood of a snake demon and human blood to you?"

The scales all over Aisha's body faded away, her wings retracted, and she regained her sexy and enchanting image. She smiled at him, "The snake demon's blood tastes more complex and has more energy."

"Okay, it's going to be a long night and a lot of dreams. Let's take the prisoners back first?" Lena suggested.

……

Dean then cleaned the club, cleared the surveillance cameras, brainwashed the unconscious dancers, collected knives, gold, and jewelry from various rooms... a total of more than [-] knives, put them into a handbag and took them away. Perfectly filling up the consumption of purchasing blood bags.

Then he activated a scroll of telekinesis, and nine of the nineteen prisoners flew into the hall, gathered into a pile, shrank into a ball of flesh under the squeeze of more than thirty tons of force, and were then dragged into the underworld by chains that cracked in mid-air.

影汲取到9点灵魂精华，lv3(126→135/400)。

Call of the Underworld lv0 (7→8/100)

Dean left the club, put a closed sign at the door, and drove the ten unconscious prisoners back to the hotel.

(End of this chapter)