Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Mr. O drives his F-150 truck down Route 22.The faint afterglow of the setting sun stung his eyes and made him feel like a hangover and a headache that couldn't go away.He once had a similar physical reaction after drinking all night, like a worm wriggling under the skin. The endless regrets reminded him of the days when he was drinking.For example, when I woke up, I found that there was an ugly, vulgar woman who I didn't like, but she fell into bed unknowingly. The feeling was very similar to this time... No, in fact, it was much worse this time. He turned the steering wheel, bleeding from his knuckles, and he knew he had a few scratches on his neck.The scene during the day made him feel dazed and full of anger.What he did to that woman made him loathe himself.Now he knows it's disgusting, but when he did it...he didn't hesitate.

God, he should be more careful.She was a living thing, at least...damn, had he gone too far?Oh my god...he shouldn't have allowed himself to do it at all.The problem was that when he saw her let go of the male vampire he had specially caught for her, he immediately lost his mind, exploded in anger, and rushed towards her. He took his foot off the accelerator and wanted to turn around and lift her out of the pipe to make sure she was still breathing, but there wasn't enough time before the meeting with the elite team. He stomped on the gas pedal and picked up speed.He knew that once he saw her again, he would never be able to leave her behind.Next, the chief secondary would come to him, and trouble would follow.The torture center is a mess, hell...

Mr. O slowed down and turned right, and the truck pulled off Route 22 onto a dusty one-way street. Mr. X's wooden house, which is also the headquarters of the Second Life Society, is hidden in the middle of an entire 75-hectare forest, completely isolated from the outside world.This house is a combination of small logs and a dark green wooden roof, and a half-sized attached house is built next to it. When Mr. O parked his car, there were already seven or eight trucks and cars parked here and there. They were all family models, and most of them were more than four years old. Mr. O entered the cabin only to realize that he was the last to arrive.The other ten members of the elite team have already lined up in the narrow room, all of them are strong and muscular, with solemn faces and no smiles.These are the strongest and longest-serving members of the Second Life Society.In terms of seniority, Mr. O is the only exception among the crowd.It has only been three years since he joined the club, and the others are quite different from him, a newcomer.

Needless to say, he is as capable and proven as every member of the Elite Squad.These jealous idiots... he cursed secretly, he would never become like them, Omega's captive animal.He couldn't believe that these idiots were proud of their loss of self and progressive albinism.He's been wrestling with his fading self.He kept his hair dyed, keeping it as dark as it had been, and worried about the progressive transparency of his irises.He didn't want to look like them. "You're late." Mr. X spoke, the chief secondary man leaned against the side of the unplugged refrigerator, his pale eyes fixed on the scratches on Mr. O's neck, "Have you fought?"

"You know the skills of those Black Sword Brotherhood fighters." Mr. O found a place where no one was around, and nodded with his partner Mr. U.Because he couldn't recognize anyone except Mr. U. The chief secondary man continued to stare at him and asked, "Has anyone seen Mr. M?" Fuck, Mr. O cursed secretly.The idiot second person who broke in and caught him with his woman was not in the house. "Mr. O, do you have anything to say?" Mr. U, who was standing on the right, said, "I saw Mr. M at dusk. He was fighting a fraternity member in the city."

Mr. X's gaze turned to the right, and Mr. O broke out in a cold sweat because of this lie. "You saw him with your own eyes?" The voice of another secondary person did not change: "Yes, I saw it." "You're not covering Mr. O, are you?" What kind of problem is this?The secondary people are all bloodthirsty bastards, cheating and hiding, just to fight for a higher position.Even between partners, there is no loyalty and trust at all. "Mr. U?" His pale head shook for a while: "Why should I take risks for him?" This is obviously a logic that can convince Mr. X, because he didn't ask any more questions and continued to hold the meeting.Disband the team after laying out the indicators for kills and captures.

Mr. O walked up to his partner: "Before I go out, I have to go back to the torture center. I hope you can follow me." He had to figure out why Mr. U was willing to cover up for him. He was not worried about letting another secondary person see the traces of the previous fight. Mr. U will not cause trouble, he is not too aggressive, and he does not like independent thinking. The ability of practical operation is much higher than innovation and thinking. So this is even more surprising, why did he make such a decision? Sardist stared at the old clock in the hall of the mansion. The position of the hands told him that it was eight minutes before the sun actually set.Thank God it's winter and the nights are longer.

Looking at the double doors, he knew exactly where he would run once he got out.He had already written down the address that the civilian male had given them.In the blink of an eye, he will disintegrate and teleport over. seven minutes. Maybe it's safer to wait until after dark to go out, but fuck it.As soon as that damn fireball slips past the edge of the horizon, he'll be out.Who cares if some burns show up. six minutes. He rechecked the dagger on his chest, pulled the pistol out of the right holster at the back of his waist, checked it again, then the left pistol.Sensing the collision of the flying knife in the back pocket, the fifteen centimeter long blade stuck to the outside of the thigh.

five minutes. Sadist threw his head back, turned to one side, twisted his neck, relaxed his muscles. four minutes. Damn, he's going to... "You'll be burnt," Ferry said behind him. Sadist closed his eyes in dissatisfaction, the impulse in his body became uncontrollable, and he was about to pounce, but Ferry was still chattering: "Asa, brother, if you are directly fucked up and smoke is coming out of you, How can I save her?" "Can you stop nagging? Or has it become your instinct?" Sadist turned his head and cast a sideways glance.He suddenly remembered that Bella had visited the fraternity mansion one night, and Ferry seemed attracted to her.Sardiste remembers the two standing together talking intimately as his boots seemed to take root.He was hiding in the shadows, watching her chatting and laughing with his twin brother, and wanted to get her more clearly.

Sadist's voice became sharper: "I think you want to save her too, because she's only thinking about you. Damn, she thinks you're handsome. Or... maybe, for the same reason, you Hope she's gone forever. Don't you feel the idea of ​​celibacy shaken, my brother?" Ferry was shaking with anger.Sardiste's malicious instinct jumped out: "The other night she came here, we all saw you staring at her. You've been looking at her, haven't you? Of course you're looking, and not just at her face. Are you imagining her lying under you? Are you nervous that the promise of a sexless life is about to be broken?"

Ferry pursed his lips, and Sardiste had hoped that his reaction would be more intense, hoping that he would give himself a hard blow.That way maybe they can kill the next three minutes. However, there was only silence. "Is there nothing to tell me?" Sadist stared at the clock, "That's good, it's time to go..." "I'll bleed for her, as much as you can." Sardist looked back at his twin brother, and could see the pain on his face from afar, as if seeing his heart through a pair of pupils.A thought flashed across him suddenly, and he seemed to have grasped something, some shame and sadness. Sadist didn't speak any more, and directly disintegrated and teleported. He chose an area covered by woods to show up, about a hundred meters away from the place described by the male civilian.As soon as he appeared, the dim light in the sky made him unable to see clearly, making him feel as if the world had just experienced the baptism of acid rain.Ignoring the scorched marks, he trotted northeast, across the snow-covered ground. Then, the house stood there, in the middle of the woods, more than 30 meters away from the stream, with only one floor.Parked to one side are a black Ford F150 truck and a Ford Taurus sedan without a license plate.Sadist hid behind the trunk of a pine tree and made his way through the snow without a sound to the outside of the building.The house has no windows, only one door, close to the thin wall, you can hear people walking and talking. He took out his Singer Saul pistol, flipped the safety, and considered several options.It is obviously a stupid idea to disintegrate and teleport directly into the wooden house, he doesn't know the layout inside at all.Another option, although the effect will be good, is also not very strategic-kicking down the gate, rushing in and shooting, which is naturally more efficient, but it is the same as suicide.He didn't want to put Bella's life in danger and turn the whole place upside down. However, a miracle of miracles happened, a secondary person walked out of the house and slammed the door.Then another one came out, and next, the alarm was triggered, making the sound of "pippy". Sardiste's first instinct was to shoot the gun in the head, but he stopped his finger on the trigger just in time.The killers turned on the alarm system again, and it is likely that there is no one in the room, and his chances of rescuing Bella have also increased accordingly.But if they just walked away temporarily, regardless of whether there were people inside or not, everything he did was tantamount to exposing himself, and then he would fall into a storm-like attack. He watched the two juniors get into their respective cars, one of whom was a brown-haired, generally new recruit, though he didn't behave like a rookie.He walked steadily, with a clear goal, and he was actually giving orders, but the silver-haired accomplice kept nodding in agreement. The engine started and the truck backed up, snow billowing under the tires. The F150 truck, without headlights, drove off along a road looming through the woods. It was an unbearable torment to let the two bastards walk away in the setting sun.Sadist seemed to have turned every muscle in his body into an iron chain in order to stop his impulse. Otherwise, he must have rushed to the back of the truck, smashed his iron fist at the windshield, and dragged The hair of these two bastards dragged them out of the car and bit their necks. The sound of the truck's engine faded away, and Sadist listened intently, discerning the silence that followed.After confirming that he couldn't hear other sounds, he turned back to think about how to break open the door, and then remembered that the alarm bell was set in the house.He glanced at his watch. In a minute and a half, Vershaws would be here. Although heartbroken, he would rather wait. He was grinding his boots on the ground when he smelled... something, he sniffed, what seemed to be propane, nearby, like a generator running behind him, or kerosene for heating.But there seems to be something burning... He looked at his hand, thinking that he had found a fire and didn't notice it.But no. Damn, how could this be? A chill went deep into his bones, and he finally realized what it was.His boots were on a stretch of burnt ground where the marks of a dead body lay.Right where he was standing, something had been burned - judging from the smell, within the last twelve hours. Oh... God, they left her in the sun? Saddist bent down, surveying the scorched earth with his free hand.The scene of Bella lying here when the sun rose came to mind, imagining the pain she endured was a thousand times more painful than what he experienced when he transformed. His eyes blurred for a moment. He wiped his face, looked at the palm of his hand, it was wet, was it tears? He felt a dull pain in his chest, looking for the place of origin, but there was only feedback from his physical condition—because of his weak muscles, he was shaky, top-heavy, and had a slight nausea.But that's all, there is no emotion. He touched his chest, and was about to check the ground again with his hands, when another pair of leather boots came into view. He looked up and saw Ferry's face, cold and blank like a mask. "Is it her?" He knelt on one knee and asked hoarsely. Sadist took a few steps back, the pistol nearly falling into the snowdrift.He can't accept the approach of others now, especially Ferry. His body trembled irregularly, he stood up and asked, "Has Weixiaos come over?" "It's right behind you, brother." Wei Xiaosi replied in a low voice. "Yes..." He wiped his face with his forearm and cleared his throat. "There's a siren. I don't think there's anyone in there because the two killers just left. I'm not sure though." "I'll fix the alarm." Sudist suddenly caught a few more breaths and turned his head suddenly. All the Brotherhood fighters came, even Reese, as the monarch, he should not have appeared on the battlefield.Everyone is fully armed, just to rescue Bella. Everyone stood against the wall outside the house, and Wei Xiaos opened the lock with a lock pick.He stuck the muzzle of the Glock through the door first, and there was no response from inside.He got in the door and closed it.Then, with a long "py", he reopened the door. "It's safe." Sardist passed Wei Xiaosi's side and was the first to rush in. His eyes are sharp, penetrating every dark corner of the single room.The floor of the entire room was messy and messy.Clothes, knives, handcuffs, and...empty bottles of shampoo?How could there be such a thing.God, and the empty first aid kit, with gauze and bandages dragged from the shattered glass case, seemingly trampled on before it could be opened. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was sweating coldly.He looked for signs of Bella, but saw only lifeless objects.A whole wall of racks is filled with sleepless instruments of torture, a hammock, a fireproof iron cabinet the size of a car, and an autopsy table with chains and shackles installed at the four corners... The smooth surface has been covered by blood stains. All sorts of speculations flew through Sadist's mind, Bella is dead?That burnt oval mark is the evidence.However, could it be the remains of another captive?Perhaps she has been transferred?Or is there something else? The other fraternity fighters stayed behind, seeming to understand that it was best not to stop him now.Sadist went to the fire cabinet, holding the gun in one hand, and opened the door with the other.He grabbed the iron panel and yanked it out so hard that the hinge was completely broken.He smashed half of the heavy cabinet door to the ground, only to hear the sound of the door colliding with the ground. Pistols, ammunition and plastic bombs. This is the enemy's arsenal. He went into the bathroom again. There was nothing in it, just a small shower, toilet and a bucket. "She's not here, my brother," Ferry said. Filled with anger, Sardist rushed to the autopsy table, lifted the table with one hand and smashed it against the wooden wall.The long chains brought him to his shoulders in mid-air, leaving deep bony gashes. Then he heard a barely audible gasp. He suddenly turned his head to look to the left. There are three wire mesh covers in the corner dust with covers painted dark brown.Because of this, he didn't notice it immediately. He walked over and kicked the lid open, and the whimpering from the ground grew louder. He suddenly felt dizzy and knelt down: "Bella?" There was a burst of specious nonsense from the ground, he dropped the gun, how could he... Rope—a rope protruded from this concrete pipe like a sewer pipe.He grabbed the rope and tugged carefully. A male vampire who had just been transformed for more than ten years appeared in front of everyone, covered in blood and dust.The civilian was naked, his lips were blue from the cold, and he was shivering, only his eyes were still moving. Sadist threw him aside directly, Ricky followed him and wrapped him in a leather trench coat. "Send him away," someone ordered, and Ricky cut the rope. "Can you still disintegrate teleportation?" another warrior asked him. Saddist paid no attention to the conversation between them.He went to the next opening, but this one had no rope and no scent of kin.It was empty. He walked to the entrance of the third cave, but the prisoner suddenly shouted: "No, no one is locked there!" Sadist stopped moving: "What?" The civilian's upper and lower teeth were chattering, but he still answered bravely: "I don't know either. I heard... the second person warned the other one time and time again." Before Sardiste could ask, Ricky had already started looking around the room: "Here's a gun, pointing in that direction." Then there was the sound of metal tapping and turning, "Okay, the bullet is gone. " Sadist raised his head and looked above the hole. On the rafters of the roof, a small device was installed about five meters above the ground: "Wei, what's on it?" "The laser probe was activated by you, it may have been triggered..." "Wait a minute," Ricky yelled, "I've got a gun to unload here." Wei Xiaosi touched the goatee: "There must be a remote control device, but it may have been taken away by those guys. Otherwise, I would do the same." He squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling. "This specific model is It uses a lithium battery, so it can’t be turned off even if the power is cut off. It’s also a bit difficult to remove.” Sadist scanned the house for something to push the lid off, and thought of something in the bathroom.He went into the bathroom, pulled down the shower curtain, and pulled the tube out of his arms behind him. "Everyone get out of the way." Ricky yelled, "Asa, man, I don't know if I found all the..." "You take care of that civilian." Seeing that no one moved, Sadist cursed. "We don't have time to hang around here. If anyone is going to get shot, it's me. God Jesus, you guys, Get out of the way, okay?" Clearing the field, Sardiste walked to the hole, turning his back on the disarmed muzzle, avoiding the intersection of fire.The moment he pried open the hole, gunshots rang out. Sadiste was shot in the left hip, and the impact of the gunpowder explosion knocked him to one knee, but he didn't care. He just dragged his body to the side of the hole, grabbed the rope that went down to the ground, and began to pull. The first thing she saw was her hair - Bella's beautiful auburn hair falling down, one of which covered her face and shoulders. He bent his waist, lost the image in front of his eyes, and his body showed signs of fainting. He kept shaking, but he continued to pull back.Suddenly, there was a sense of relief in his hands... because there were many hands helping him... someone was pulling the rope, and someone was carefully lowering her to the ground. Bella was wearing only a pajamas, which were smeared with her own blood, and she was lying motionless on the ground, but still breathing.He carefully brushed the hair away from her face. Sadist's blood pressure spiked: "Oh God... oh God... oh my..." "Why do they..." Someone opened the mouth, but couldn't continue.Sardiste heard only throat clearing and coughing behind him. Sadist stretched out his arms and held Bella tightly.He finally rescued her, but seeing her suffering, he was too terrified to move, and his heart was confused, bursting, and screaming.He shook Bella's body slightly, poured out the ancient language, and lamented for her. Ferry also squatted down: "Saddist? We have to take her away from here." Ferry's reminder brought Saddist back to her senses quickly, and she was only thinking about how to send her back to the fraternity mansion.He immediately cut the ropes that bound her limbs, and held her up with difficulty.He just wanted to start, but his left leg lost its function and sank to the bottom.The moment he fell, he didn't know what happened. "Let me hug her," Ferry said, reaching out. "You've been shot." Sadist shook his head, brushed away his brother's extended hand, and walked out with a limp. He carried Bella to the Ford car that was still parked in front of the house, and while holding her to his chest, he raised his fist and smashed the glass of the cab.Reaching in amidst the blaring of the car alarm, unlocking all the car locks, then opening the rear door, leaning in and placing her on the seat, slightly bending her legs to make her lie down more comfortably.The pajamas were rolled up, and he glanced over and couldn't help but shudder—Bella's body was covered with countless bruises and abrasions. The alarm rang loudly, drifting further and further away, he shouted: "Someone give me a coat." In the next second, he stretched out his hand straight back, and a leather jacket was stuffed into his hand.He wrapped Bella up carefully, only to realize that it was Ferry's coat that was covering her.He closed the door and sat at the steering wheel. The last sentence he heard was Reese's order: "Wei, you hurry up, this place will be burned." Sadist didn't want to stop for a moment, started the engine of the car, and accelerated away, as if he was in a hurry to escape from hell. Mr. O parked his truck on a dark block on Tenth Avenue: "I still don't understand why you're lying." "If you are sent back to Omega's home, what future do we have? You are the most powerful killer among us." Mr. O gave him a sideways look, and said with disgust: "You really like forming gangs." "I'm proud of both of our careers." "Did you think you were acting?" "Yeah, but bastards like me saved your life, and you should be thankful." Whatever, Mr. O gave up the argument, he had more important things to worry about than Mr. U's nonsense. He and Mr. U got out of the truck together.Just a few blocks away are bars such as Zero Sum, The Screamers, and Snuff Crack.Despite the freezing cold outside, there were long queues outside bars and clubs.Those shivering guys are undoubtedly vampires.Even if they weren't, they'd still be busy tonight, because the night always ended with a fight against the Brotherhood fighters. Mr. O turned off the alarm in the car, put the car keys in his pocket, and stopped in the middle of Tenth Street for no reason, unable to move another step. His "wife"... God, when he and Mr. U left, she looked really bad. Mr. O couldn't breathe and pulled the front collar of his black turtleneck sweater.He didn't care about the pain the woman was suffering now, she had brought it on herself, but he couldn't bear to let her die.What if she left him... what if she was dying now? "What's wrong?" Mr. U asked. Mr. O took out the truck keys again, anxiety boiled in his veins: "I have to go." "Are you going to run away? Our target last night was..." "I'm just going back to the torture center. Mr. L is hunting on Fifth Avenue. You come with him. I'll find you in thirty minutes." Without waiting for an answer, Mr. O jumped into the car and accelerated away from the city, rushing along Route 22 to the outer edge of Caldwell.On the road about fifteen minutes away from the torture center, he saw the triangle lights flashing ahead.He cursed and hit the brakes, hoping it was just an accident. It's a pity that things backfired. When he hesitated to stop the car, those damned policemen set up another drunk driving checkpoint.Two large police cars were parked on either side of Route 22, orange cylinders and flashing lights lined up in the middle of the road.The reflected signal on the right side of the road reads "Caldwell Police Department Security Essentials". Damn, do they have to set up card checks here?In this kind of empty and deserted place?Why not go inside the city and check by the bar?But in that case, after cleaning up the bars in the big cities, this group of cops who can only live in the suburbs and broken towns have to drive all the way home. There was only one car ahead of him, a minivan. Mr. O tapped his fingers on the top of the steering wheel.He had a very strong desire to pull out the Wilson pistol and give this group of cops and that driver a big gift.Because of them, he slowed down. There was also a car slowly approaching from the opposite side. Mr. O looked over, and the inconspicuous Ford sedan slowly stepped on the brakes and stopped. The headlights were blurry and gave off a milk-colored light. This kind of car is indeed worthless, but it is precisely because of this that Mr. U will choose it as his car.Blending in with the common people is key to keeping the secret war between the underworld and the vampires under wraps. The police approached the car. Mr. O felt very strange that in such a cold night, the window of the driver's cab was wide open.Then he caught sight of the guy behind the wheel.Damn it, the scar on that bastard's face ran straight through his entire face like a raised middle finger, and there was also a huge stud on his earlobe.Maybe the car was stolen by him. The cop evidently thought the same, for with his hand on the pistol at his hip, he lowered himself to question the driver.Things took a turn for the worse when the flashlight swept over the backseat.As if nails were being driven into his eyes, his body shook, and he reached for what looked like a communicator on his shoulder.After that, the driver poked his head out of the window and just stared at him.The figures of the two froze for an instant. Next, the policeman put his hand down, didn't even go to check the driver's license, waved his hand casually and let him go. Mr. O glanced at the note in charge of his side.The goddamn guy was still babbling like an old woman up ahead, like there were a bunch of drug dealers in the minivan up ahead.Meanwhile, his partner across the road lets a guy who looks like a serial killer pass without even bothering to say hello.The whole situation was akin to driving in the wrong lane at a tollbooth. Finally, Mr. O was able to start the car and move on, but had to act as normal as possible.After a few minutes, he stepped on the accelerator with all his strength, and after driving for eight kilometers, a soaring flame lit up on the right side, which seemed to be the location of the torture center. He thought about those kerosene heaters, maybe one of them was leaking. Thinking of this, Mr. O slammed on the accelerator.His woman is still trapped underground...if the fire... The car broke into the pine forest, slammed under the overgrown branches, jumped up from time to time with the terrain, and hit its head on the roof of the car.He tried to turn the vehicle sideways to avoid it, reassuring himself that there was no fire ahead.If there is an explosion, there will be flames splashing and black smoke billowing... The headlights of the car flashed by, and the entire torture center disappeared, completely destroyed and wiped out. Mr. O had to slam on the brakes hard to avoid the truck from hitting a tree.He looked around the surrounding bushes to confirm that he had indeed gone the right way.After being sure, he jumped out of the car and rushed to the scorched place. With only a handful of scorched earth left in his hand, he struggled to find it in the flames until the flying smoke and debris rushed into his nose and mouth, and even covered his body like a robe.In the end, only a piece of melted iron was found, which was not as big as a slap. Putting aside the angry roar in his mind, he calmed himself down, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen this strange and ghostly ashes before. Mr. O turned his head and roared towards the sky.He didn't even know what words came out of his mouth, he only knew that this was a good thing done by the Black Sword Brotherhood.Because six months ago, the martial arts academy that belonged to the Second Life Society experienced the same explosion. Dust... ashes... gone forever.Moreover, they also took away his "wife". Oh God...wouldn't she be alive when they found her?Or did she die and they took the remains? It was all his fault, it was all his fault.He had gone so far as to punish her, and he had ignored the consequences of letting that vampire civilian escape.The vampire went to the Brotherhood of the Black Sword and told them where she was.When the first shadows of the night fell, they came and took her away. Mr. O wiped away the tears of despair from his eyes, then suddenly held his breath, and turned his head to examine everything in front of him—Mr. U's silver Ford sedan was also gone. That check!That damn checkpoint!The scarfaced geek behind the wheel is not human at all.He was a member of the Brotherhood of the Black Sword, that must be it.And his "wife" must have been lying in the backseat at the time, dying or dead, that's why the cop was intimidated.He spotted her when he looked into the back of the car, but the scarfaced vampire had brainwashed him before he let the Ford go. Mr. O rushed back to the truck, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and drove east in the direction of Mr. U. There is an anti-theft tracking system in the car. That is, he can find that car anywhere as long as he has a dedicated computer device.