Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 93 93. The Hunter
At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark.

Palm Street.

The car sped past on the road and stopped under the steps of No. 121 residence.

Dean, who was wearing a black trench coat with a stand-up collar and a wide-brimmed black hat covering most of his face, only showing his smooth chin, got out of the car and looked around to confirm that the surrounding houses were quiet and no one was paying attention.

Get out of the car, carrying a black sports bag, which is so long that it can almost hold a person.

He carried the bag and walked slowly up the low steps between two bushes.

God's perspective scans the nearby ten-meter area.

Bright street lamps, rusty fire hydrants, large dark brown iron gates in front, and dense bushes around.

There are no surveillance cameras.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, criminals usually don't like to install surveillance equipment near their residences to avoid leaving evidence.

And behind the door, in the living room, which is luxuriously decorated and as spacious as an ordinary suite, the crystal lamp flickers with crystal light, but it is empty.

The master should be in the further bedroom.

Dean walked softly to the door and put down his black sports bag.

"Dong dong dong."

Knock three times, pause.

"Dong dong dong."

Three more times, and then Dean tiptoed silently to the right side of the door, out of the cat's eye, squatted against the wall, held his breath, and watched the door from the perspective of God.

less than 30 seconds.

blah blah blah…

Footsteps from far to near.

A familiar face appeared in God's perspective, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure. It was the real estate agent's youngest son, Gru Stone.

At four o'clock in the morning, normal people are asleep, and night owls who have been crazy all night should almost rest, but there is no trace of sleepiness on the face of this rich second generation, with frightening longing and excitement in his eyes, non-stop He moved his nose and took a deep breath, with a sickly greedy expression on his face.

He was not wearing comfortable and close-fitting pajamas, but a strange dark red wide apron, covering his chest and thighs, and there was a layer of unknown dirt so thick that it wrinkled on the apron.

His footsteps were hurried like ants on a hot pan.

crunch--

Gru opened the door, rubbed his hands excitedly, and impatiently picked up the sports bag.

But as soon as he touched it, his face changed drastically.

too light.

It's so impossible to pretend to be human!
Realizing that something was wrong, Gru dropped the bag and shrank into the house like a loach.

But he was slow.

A gust of wind blows.

A thigh like an iron pillar was stuck in front of the closed iron door and door frame.

At the same time a pistol with a suppressor was pressed against his temple.

A face moved from behind the door to Gru's eyes, showing white teeth in a grin, the smile was so warm and hospitable.

But Gru couldn't laugh.

"Shh-"

Dean put the index finger of his left hand to his mouth and made a silent gesture, and the pistol tightly held in his right hand pushed Gru back through the door.

With a hook on the back foot, the sports bag was also hooked into the house.

puff.

The door was closed tightly.

Dean cornered Gru behind the leather sofa and sat him down on the cold marble floor.

Throwing away the wide-brimmed hat, he began to look up and down the rich second generation with playful eyes——

He tightened his cheeks and closed his lips, trying his best to maintain calmness and composure, but the trembling corners of his mouth and fingers still betrayed his true heart.

"Mr. Stone, in order to thank you for the great gift you gave me in the early hours of this morning, I came here to return the gift."

Dean slapped his face with his hand slanderously, watching his face flush with humiliation, the previous case was overturned and aggrieved, and disappeared.

He couldn't use normal means to deal with the rich second generation with a prominent background.

But he can kill each other.

Dean doesn't intend to let this guy die too happily now.

"How do you feel? Surprised, moved, and satisfied?" Dean stared wide-eyed, and slowly turned the muzzle of the gun against the thick short platinum hair. "Remember to give me ten points when you go to hell."

The veins in Gru's neck twitched,
"I don't understand what you mean, do you have some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstand?"

boom!
The pistol drew a grumpy black line.

Dean swung the butt of his gun and hit him hard in the face, causing a ridiculous red mark on his face, which was as perfect as a marble sculpture.

Handsome man transformed into funny clown.

But Gru was also stubborn, grinning his teeth, swallowing his wailing, squinting at Dean,
"OK, I admit it! I hired two people to deal with you... I miscalculated your strength, I offended your dignity, and I am willing to make up for it. What do you want, money, status, or a woman?"

Gru Stone clasped his hands on his knees, stared into his eyes, and pretended to be calm,
"There is no endless hatred between us. As long as you spare me this time, you can put forward all the conditions. Believe me, the power and financial resources of the Stone family are beyond your imagination."

"If you're worried about my retaliation afterwards, I'll help you get a foreign identity, Canadian University, Flanistein... let you take a sum of money enough for the rest of your life to live far away."

Dean looked at him condescendingly for a while, and inadvertently showed a heart-beating expression when his eyes turned,

"It's tempting. I'll consider it, but before that, you have to answer a few questions honestly."

His pupils shrank, and a chilling light filled the air,

"From January to October this year, you asked Tatio to kidnap a living person for you and bring them to this house every month. What is your purpose? Where did you get those innocent people? "

Gru swallowed his saliva, showing an extremely inconceivable expression, then his face sank, and he raised his head and spit flying wildly to argue,
"Who told you these fake news? Tatio and Cruise? This is nonsense, this is slander! I have not hurt anyone but you!"

"Ha ha."

Dean grinned, his right hand drooping.

Aim the gun at Gru's right thigh and pull the trigger.

call out!
Flesh was torn apart, a cloud of blood burst out from the dark red apron, and the blood dripped to the ground.

hiss-

Gru's face was distorted in pain for a moment, blood vessels and veins were burrowing into his face like eels,

But he still gritted his teeth tightly, covered the bleeding wound, and allowed the blood to stain his finger joints, and he didn't let out a cry of pain from the beginning to the end.

There was even a strange excitement in those green eyes.

Shet.

This guy can't be a masochist, can he?
A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes, and he raised his gun and pointed it at the center of Gru's forehead.

"Are the members of the Stone family so tough? Very good, I will help you."

"Stop! Don't kill me! I say!"

"I kidnapped ten people. I took them to this house and tortured them."

The man finally breaks down, hisses, and looks at Dean like a madman,
"After I vented, I sold them to Europe!"

Dean glanced at the system, and the investigation progress jumped from 15.00% after entering the door to [-]%.

Too little, the guy is dishonest.

He sighed, with pity in his eyes,

"If I remember correctly, among the kidnapped is an old man in his 70s. Are people in Europe so picky?"

call out--

The bullet emptied.

A second blood hole burst out on Gru's right leg. He groaned and tried to cover the wound with one hand, but he couldn't cover it no matter how he covered it, and the surging blood gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.

He choked for a while, and there was a cry in his throat, tears flowed from the pain,

"You win, you madman!"

"I told you all, they're in the house, go back...but let me bandage first, I don't want to bleed to death."

...

Dean got two crude bandages, let Gru barely cover the wound, and the gun to the back of the head escorted him across the hall to the kitchen.

At the same time, let the ghost armor further cover the body to avoid any traps.

The bright lights illuminate a full range of large-scale kitchenware, comparable to the back kitchen of a formal restaurant.

Dean moved his nose, and on the cutting board of the stove, there was a large plate of chopped green parsley, rosemary, black pepper, sage, more than ten kinds of spices.

Exudes a very layered, strong aroma.

Flavored foie gras, caviar, vegetable salad next to spices…

Dean looked at the limping Gru with a strange expression, and joked,

"You were cooking food before? Are you going to have supper together when I come?"

"These are appetizers." Gru said regretfully, clutching his thighs, "Maybe I will never have the chance to taste the main course."

……

Dean followed him to the innermost part of the kitchen, in front of the refrigerator blocked by a silver stainless steel door.

Gru pressed the switch outside the door a few times to unlock it, and then opened the door, a burst of pale freezing air rushed out, quickly pouring into the kitchen, and the temperature in the kitchen dropped several degrees in an instant.

Gru, who had lost too much blood, was shivering from the cold, turned around and looked at Dean asking for instructions.

But the rich experience of watching movies in his previous life told Dean not to enter an unfamiliar room casually.

Rushed into the freezer to check?
Then when Gru Stone closed the door, wouldn't he become frozen meat?
Getting in is impossible.

Dean still held the gun to the back of Gru's head, ignoring the flicker of disappointment on Gru's face.

Turn on the perspective of God, and search through the white and freezing air.

When the thick fog gradually dispersed and the visibility increased, he saw a scene like purgatory.

With just one glance, Dean felt tightness in his chest, his abdomen was rolling, and a cold, indistinct, mournful wail sounded in his ears, and his temples throbbed strangely.

Reminiscent of the place outside the freezer, he understood everything, and looked at the man in front of him like an arrow,
"Fake, you monster!"

"No, no, as you can see..." The man turned his back to Dean, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and there was a strange sense of pleasure in his tone, "I just let them merge with me."

Dean's hand holding the gun trembled a few times, resisting the urge to shoot this guy in the head,

"Are you still a human being?"

"We prefer to call ourselves 'Hunter'." Gru turned his head slowly, enduring the severe pain in his thigh, and looked at Dean. He noticed that the disgusting mockery on the other's face had finally disappeared, and he was naked for the first time. killing intent.

"Hunter? You really put gold on your face." Dean took a deep breath, calmed down his restless mood, and glanced at the investigation progress, 70.00%, "Your family is so rich, you can buy everything, why? Do you want to degenerate into a demon? Is it boring to pursue excitement?"

Gru shook his head, seeing Dean's strangely relaxed attitude, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a trace of memory flashed across his cheek, "I used to be as normal as you, despising such disgusting bestiality."

"I believe that ninety-nine out of ten normal people in the world hold this view."

"But it's a pity..." Gru changed his voice and took a step back to approach the door. "I later found out that I am not a normal person. I can't live on ordinary food like a normal person."

"I have an innate 'talent'. I am born with an abnormal desire in my body than ordinary people."

"I have to eat special food every once in a while, up to a month, otherwise, my body will get sick."

"It's just your excuse for being a psychopath." Dean moved the gun to the back of his neck.

"We went to more than a dozen of the most famous hospitals in the country to see it, and finally confirmed that this is not just a psychological problem, but also a physical, genetic material, and genetic problem."

Gru's answer was unusually calm,
Dean asked, "So what happens if you keep eating normally?"

"This desire will completely destroy my sanity and turn me into a demon. At that time... I will destroy everything uncontrollably, devour everything until it is completely filled!"

"In order to maintain my sanity and avoid losing control, I learned to actively hunt every once in a while."

The progress of the investigation skyrocketed.

Dean's expression changed. Could it be that they are really just some kind of alien creatures in human skin?
"You have a missing brother who looks a lot like Tim Cambage..."

"This is the end of the matter, and I will not hide it from you. He is not missing. I got sick a few years ago and accidentally hurt him. I feel guilty, so when I saw Tim's similar face in Macy's I can't resist kidnapping him, but I have no intention of hurting him."

Investigation progress jumped from 70.00% to 80.00%.

"You were going to take me as a hunting target today?"

Gru nodded bluntly, his eyes moved up and down, exuding a terrifying greed and fear, "You are very strong, far beyond ordinary people. In the safe passage of the mall, I can smell your vitality and exuberance from a long distance away." The vitality, I knew at that time that you are definitely not an ordinary person, you are going to catch me."

"I fell in love with you after that chance encounter in the mall, but I made a big mistake. I underestimated your ability." Gru boasted a little.

A row of reminders flashed before Dean's eyes.

The investigation progress is [-] percent.

The purpose of the event is completed.

Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.

extract.

个人经验+30，lv2(260/300)→（290/300）

"Smell me?"

Dean remembered Tribeca saying something similar.

The sense of smell of this special group is extremely sensitive, comparable to that of a hound. Their physique is close to [-] points, and more than [-]% of human beings have become the sweet pastry in their eyes?
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(End of this chapter)