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Chapter 906: Threads in a Tangle

In this world of extraordinary power, the conflicts between different classes have not yet reached the point of intensification. In addition to the green dollars, the rich have also put a lot of effort into how to protect their wealth and lives.

Guns, technology, and a large number of professional manpower.

Their mansion could even be seen as a crude military base with tight guards.

In addition to the above, mutants, individuals with powerful powers, are also their targets for employment.

After all, you only need to pay a commission every month.

Moses is the one who cares most about this aspect among the Freemasons.

This can be seen from the complete mutant combat team in his villa. These people are elites who have experienced brutal battles. They have the abilities of reconnaissance, long-range strikes, close combat, and providing buffs to teammates. Their configuration is so luxurious that it is far beyond the reach of a temporary team like Stryker's.

And even if they couldn't stop the enemy, they could delay the attack and give Moses enough time to retreat.

However, everything that happened tonight completely shattered his original confidence.

It was exactly eight o'clock. Outside the villa was the bustling New York, and car horns could be heard faintly.

In contrast, the villa was dead silent. Even the guard dog that usually liked to bark was silent. The air was still filled with a sickening smell of blood. A team of bodyguards who were said to be among the best in the world were lying in the yard in disarray.

Gudong~
Moses, with cold sweat on his forehead, swallowed his saliva and breathed cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would use too much force and be killed by the demon who was eating not far away.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the mutant team he had high hopes for. There were five of them in total, and they came from different places.

The one who died the most miserably was the guy who claimed that he could see the flight path of mosquitoes two kilometers away in his bedroom.

He was a skinny young man nicknamed Eagle. His eyes, which he was so proud of, had turned into bloody holes. His whole body looked like a wrung-out towel, abstract in every sense of the word.

When he died, Moses was talking to a girl, and the blood that spurted out fell into the wine.

The security personnel in the villa didn't even see the murderer.

The death of the eagle was like some kind of signal. People in the villa began to be killed inexplicably. Some were torn in half, some had their heads smashed into their chests, and some were even blown up directly.

The explosion in the literal sense is like a balloon filled with water and then punctured by a formation.

What's even more coincidental is that Moses remembered very clearly that the deceased was a mutant specialist in close combat, who was able to withstand the explosion of high-yield TNT within a distance of five meters.

He wanted to run, but before he could take two steps, everyone in the villa was dead. Then an Asian man with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of him and asked him if there was anything to eat.

What else could Moses do? Of course he should honestly contribute his things.

And then there is this scene now.

He felt that every second was like a year, and the sword hanging over his head might fall at any time. This feeling of waiting for death was worse than ever before.

Just when his spirit was about to collapse, the person on the sofa had stopped eating, even though there were still many delicacies left on the coffee table in front of him that money could not buy.

"Do you know why I came to you?"

Amber wiped the oil off her mouth and looked up at the trembling guy in front of her.

Moses shuddered when he heard this, and shook his head honestly, "I don't know. If someone paid you to come here, then I am willing to pay ten times the price. I don't need you to do anything else, just don't kill me."

"You've sent people to kill me, but you don't even know who I am?"

Amber sneered.

Moses was confused for a moment, and then hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, you may have misunderstood me. I am just a rubber merchant with a little money, and I have never participated in any violent incidents!"

“So I’m talking about you guys.”

Amber flicked her nails. "While enjoying the convenience, you also have to pay the corresponding price, right?" "You mean the Freemasons?"

Moses' lips trembled. "Maybe there is some misunderstanding here. I can mediate and you will definitely get the compensation you deserve."

"Do you think I'm short of money?"

Amber shook her head. "Compensation means you have to pay the price in blood. But don't worry, as long as you are willing to cooperate, I can let you go for the sake of this meal."

"This"

Moses was no fool, so of course he understood the meaning of these words, and he hesitated for a moment.

"Don't want to? It doesn't matter. As long as you look for it slowly, you will find it eventually. It's just your fate."

Amber stopped talking here and gave him a look that said "you know what I mean".

"I will, I will, I will."

Moses was frightened and nodded quickly.

“I like to deal with smart people.”

Amber smiled slightly: "I will come to you before the end of the month. During this time, you can try to resist, or contact other Freemasons to encircle and suppress me, or even deliberately set a trap for me to fall into. It doesn't matter if I'm bored anyway, so it doesn't matter if I play around. But if that happens, you won't be the only one to die."

Having said this, he leaned forward slightly and his tone became gentler.

"Your children, your wife, your parents, anyone related to you by blood will be punished."

"No, I promise I won't!"

Moses' face, which was already pale, looked even paler, as if he were dead.

"I hope you can stay smart. After all, only smart people can live long."

Just like when she came, Amber disappeared on the sofa very abruptly after saying these words.

If it weren't for the corpses all over the floor and the food residues on the coffee table, Moses would have thought that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

thump!
He sat down on the ground, and began to breathe heavily as if he had come back to life.

I don't know how much time had passed, Moses rushed into the second floor of the villa like crazy, came to his study, and opened the hidden safe house.

The interior was very simple. Apart from a telephone, there were only jewelry, gold, and bundles of US dollars.

This is his personal habit, and he prefers this scene to keeping all his money in the bank.

Moses picked up the phone tremblingly and dialed a number.

After a moment, a doubtful voice sounded in the receiver.

"Moses, what's going on?"

"Has there been any big moves in the club recently?"

"Huh? Even you know about this? It seems like we are really embarrassed."

"Tell me what's going on!"

Moses tried desperately to suppress his emotions, but he still couldn't stop his excited tone.

He had to know why he was implicated.

(End of this chapter)