Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 87 87. Ghost Walk
Dean found the three gangsters led by Isaac with horse face and Cruz in the parking lot outside the villa, and he quietly hid behind a jeep to observe.

The distance was too far to hear the conversation clearly, so he checked Colt in the holster under his arm.

Then he inspected the Jiban, fingering the sharp and cold tip of Mosuo's dagger, goosebumps appeared on his skin, and his cold eyes mixed with a hint of excitement were reflected on the smooth glass.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

……

After Isaac and his group separated from Cruz, they drove away in a gray Ford SUV.

Dean was not good at driving and following, and he was worried about being discovered by this group of people, so he memorized the license plate number and waited 5 minutes for them to leave before driving Bronco to the old street in the South District.

……

Around nine in the evening.

The Ford off-road parked outside a three-story building on the street.

Isaac and his party got out of the car, and the guard at the door, wearing a woolen cap, armed with a gun, and a waist like a bucket, reached out and fisted, then took out the key in his waist, and opened the door.

The three of them swarmed in, yelling.

Five minutes later, a Bronco passed the house without stopping and drove into a remote alley.

Dean got out of the car and opened the trunk.

He rummaged through the contents, but tonight's action was purely on a whim, and he didn't prepare in advance. He only found a few clothes, including the swimsuit for the Santa Monica beach trip.

"It can only be used as waste."

Dean put on a black jacket instead of tracksuit, and covered his hair with a black swimming cap.

Cut a gray t-shirt in half, use one half as a mask to cover most of the face, cut the other half into several halves, tie them to the left and right hands and shoes respectively, and turn them into ugly and clumsy black gloves and shoe covers for Cover up possible fingerprints and shoe prints.

Dean left the alley after completely changing his costume.

Tonight the stars and the moon are dim, and the sky is dark.

At this point in time, there were no pedestrians on the street.

Eight out of ten street lamps in the old street were broken, and the working lights were also flickering. Instead of bringing warmth and light to this dark neighborhood, it made it even more eerie, like a ghost land on earth. .

Dean, who wrapped himself up tightly, took advantage of the cover of night, and walked quickly around the three-story house with guards standing outside the door, repeatedly circling.

Eyes and God's perspective kept scanning street lamps, stop signs, and the eaves of houses along the street.

After half an hour of extremely boring reconnaissance work, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are no surveillance cameras."

He returned to the target house diagonally across the road, leaned against the garbage bin behind the barbed wire like a drunk, and glanced at the windows on the second and third floors of the house tens of meters away. There were bright lights, obviously the people in the house were still active state.

Dean began to wait idly.

In the dark and cold night, not even the chirping of insects could be heard, only the cold wind whizzing past on the long street, and Dean's own heartbeat.

After a long wait.

The moon disappeared completely, and the scattered starlight also disappeared.

The fat man in the woolen cap outside the house was yawning.

And Dean's spirit perked up——

The lights in the house suddenly went out.

He looked at his watch, it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning.

He suppressed his excitement and excitement, and continued to squat for another hour until three o'clock in the morning.

The guard tilted his head, almost falling asleep standing up.

Dean stood up suddenly and rushed over, his figure was as vigorous as a cheetah chasing its prey.

30 meters, 20 meters, 18 meters.

Like throwing a boomerang, Dean threw his right hand far away at the guard.

"hiss--"

The air hissed.

A pale light like a shooting star rippled in the dark night.

"Shadow" dragged the plank and blinked across the fat man's fat neck.

Swah——

The tip of the shackle instantly pulled out a cleft like a rolling centipede on the flesh, blood rushed out, and the fat man in pain widened his eyes for a moment, opened his mouth and shouted.

But the shadow wrapped around his whole body first, becoming like a layer of airtight bandages, swallowing his wailing, moaning, and everything.

He was fixed in place, and the fat under his clothes surged like waves.

And Dean also ran up to him, stretching out his hand to grab the plank.

hold tight.

lunge.

Poke it diagonally upwards!
puff!

Blood splattered.

The entire finger-long teardrop-shaped plank, like a hot knife cutting tofu, stabbed smoothly from the fat man's chin, penetrating into his vitals.

Puchi!

The retreating shackles pulled out a glaring line of blood.

At the same time, it is hot and shiny.

A bewildered soul is sucked into it.

“你使用乩板，杀死了格尔…熟练度+3，格斗lv2(3/300)→（6/300）。

The whole process takes less than two seconds.

The fat man fell to the ground without saying a word, shaking his legs like a fat pig whose neck was cut, and the blood between the necks splashed all over the ground like a fountain of blood, like a blooming rose.

Dean's blood also burned, his face flushed slightly, and he pushed the guard under the Ford car at the door.

Open the God's perspective and observe the scene inside the house through the closed iron gate.

The first floor, the second floor, and the third floor were pitch black.

In the lobby surrounded by sofas, floor coverings, and bedrooms on the second floor, within ten meters, there were a bunch of men lying with guns, flower arms, earrings, and nose rings.

"Not to be messed with" written all over his face.

They slept soundly, and some snored comfortably, without even noticing that there were a pair of eyes peeping through the partition wall.

Dean observed repeatedly and confirmed that there was no danger within the viewing angle, so he ordered "Shadow" to get in through the iron bars of the window, and opened the door gently.

crunch--

A man in a blanket on the sofa smacked his mouth, turned around and continued to sleep.

Dean landed on tiptoe like a cat and circled silently, inspecting all the corners from the first floor to the third floor again.

Ordinary layout, living room kitchen, TV sofa, no basement, no surveillance cameras, dead silence.

Dean was relieved, and turned his gaze to the sofa on the right, approaching the man with a fleshy face sleeping on his back,

Bend down and hold the shackles tightly.

Fighting lv2 starts.

In an instant, a lot of experience of using a dagger to kill a blow appeared in his mind, as if he had become a professional assassin with several years of practice experience.

Summons "Shadow".

Wield the board.

puff puff.

Swipe twice in an instant.

With a horizontal stroke, the aorta of the neck and the trachea were cut.

With a straight thrust, it penetrates precisely into the heart between the third and fourth ribs.

The movements are precise, deadly, and there is nothing superfluous.

There was a clear trace of pain on the face of the sleeping man, but after more than ten seconds, his neck tilted, and he couldn't even move a finger under the "Shadow" bundle of five flowers, and fell into eternal darkness.

"You used the shaman board to kill... proficiency +3, fighting lv2 (9/300)."

After receiving the death message prompted by the system, Dean covered the corpse with a blanket and wiped off the blood on the plank.

Eyes approached the second target excitedly.

puff puff...

Killing, silent.

"Shadow" is controlled and silenced, and the ghost board assassinates the vital points.

There was no disturbance in the middle.

In the pitch-black hall, six sleeping men did not make a sound, indulged in their sweet dreams, and bid farewell to this world.

Six still warm corpses were laid out.

If they had guns, if they were sober, it would have been a hell of a fight, alarmed the neighborhood, brought in the police.

But there is no if, they are as fragile as paper dolls under Dean's ghost walk.

Can't make any resistance.

A strong and pungent fishy smell permeated the air, and the viscous blood was like magma, flowing on the sofa, blankets, and the cold floor.

This place has become a hell on earth.

Dean glanced at the rapidly rising fighting skills, followed the stairs around the corner, and walked lightly to the second floor.

……

Six bedrooms.

God's perspective through the door to detect - one or two people sleep in each bedroom, a total of ten people...

Two bedroom doors were locked, so Dean asked "Shadow" to fly into the bedroom through the next window to open the door for him.

Then kill the Quartet.

Sneak, wipe your throat, pierce your heart... Try to kill with one hit, and let the target leave quickly and without pain.

Ten kills.

The system flashed a large piece of blood plate, a dazzling death reminder.

His fighting proficiency has risen to lv2 (51/300) at an unimaginable speed like riding a rocket.

An indescribable sense of joy welled up in my heart!

Killing people is the fastest way to improve!

……

Tap Tata.

ghost walks.

Go up to the third floor.

Dean silently assassinated 5 more people, and then found Isaac, the horse-faced man who made trouble at the birthday party, and two followers in a bedroom.

The three of them lay staggering on a blue velvet bed.

The saffron carpet underfoot was piled with bottles and cans, and the pungent smell of whiskey wafted in the air.

In addition, there are several rolls of slender beautiful knives on the bedside table, as well as a pile of spread papers, straws, and unused unknown powder.

Dean once heard that people who sell weeds usually "clean themselves", and now it seems that this is not always the case.

"Shhh-"

Dean waved his sword, and first dealt with Isaac's two followers one by one, watching their viscous blood splash into the air like a high-pressure water gun, dyeing the gorgeous velvet quilt and saffron carpet red.

Then he walked slowly in front of Isaac, and carefully looked at this ugly and peaceful horse face, with black hair and yellow skin, deep eye sockets, and high cheekbones.

"You messed with the wrong person."

Dean hugged his left and right temples with both hands, and twisted hard!
Click.

There was a crisp cracking sound in the bedroom.

Isaac's head was tilted sideways at a terrifying angle, his chin almost parallel to his chest.

You seriously injured Isaac, proficiency +1, fighting lv2 (67/300)
After being hit so hard, the horse-faced man fell into a coma, but he still had a breath.

……

"Don't be in a hurry...it's been a long night, and make some contribution to me at the end."

Dean narrowed his eyes and turned the unconscious man to face him.

Then he raised the gimbal... lv2 fighting skill was activated.

The shackles are aligned with his calf joints.

fall!

The arm brings out afterimages of Taoism, and the plank is as flexible as if it were a chopper.

A series of terrifying sounds of sharp knives piercing flesh came to mind in the bedroom...

……

Dean let go of the shackles and dropped the bloody corpse.

You killed Isaac Payton, proficiency +3, fighting lv2 (72/300)
A bright red reminder flashed in front of my eyes:
There is no one alive in the house except you.

You perfectly eliminated hidden dangers.

The event is [-]% complete.

Withdraw rewards!

经验+50，个人等级lv2(180→230/300）

……

Dean put away the rolls of beautiful knives on the bedside table, picked up the wine bottle and poured the remaining spirits all over the bed and corpse.

Throw out the lighter.

Boom!

An orange flame rose up.

The firelight illuminated the blood-stained eyes above the mask.

The hesitation flashed away in his eyes.

This time, he shot to kill them all, leaving no survivors.

High-profile, cruel, and seemingly against principles.

But with this thought, the bloody face of the Death Eater in the dream and Isaac's nervous and creepy smile at the party appeared in Dean's mind again.
The corruption of the whole world lurks in the human heart. If you don't do anything, then wait for this guy to retaliate afterwards, to hurt yourself and your friends, and then slowly fight back in self-defense?
"I did nothing wrong. I killed all the scum, all the people who threatened my life. And no one can find out."

Dean comforted himself, and his eyes became firm again.

He turned around and went downstairs, picked a young man with a popular face, and took a test tube of blood as a blood sample for his mimicry ability.

After going out, Dean carried the body of the guard under the car outside the house into the house, and set another fire on the first floor.

As soon as the gate is closed, return to the alley where the car was parked.

The house was on fire, and the fire rapidly expanded with the night wind.

The crackling and bursting flames, the jumping dazzling red light, and the incarnation of dancing demons shattered the dead silence of the night.

And a white Bronco drove quietly through the burning house and into the darkness on the other side.

No one knows.

(End of this chapter)