Chapter 65 - 63: Escort

[Mission Objective Updated][Do not alert the other guests. (Optional)]

"F*ck, always causing trouble."

John kicked over the cleaning cart.

He pulled out a few towels to cover the bloodstains, then dragged the waiter’s corpse into the closet, finally taking Kuang Xin to the next room for emergency treatment.

This palace exists for debauchery.

To ensure the safety of customers while they entertain themselves, every room with a bed is stocked with medical supplies.

John scavenged everything in sight.

He lifted Kuang Xin’s bathrobe:

The wound was horrific, and the prosthetic limb’s severed end kept bleeding.

Poof, pshsh—

John raised a foam spray and sprayed Kuang Xin’s lower body like Santa Claus, then injected him with an emergency medication.

That’s all he could do.

This guy needed proper surgery.

John was shot twice in the back but didn’t react.

The bullets did not penetrate the body armor layers.

The subdermal armor proved effective in combat too.

[Oulos Grenada [Unread Messages]]

[The sex doll is problematic, be cautious with the service staff, Owl Town Gang is determined to take out Kuang Xin, you need to find a way to get him to the underground garage, I’ll arrange a vehicle for you, eliminate anyone who tries to stop you.]

"No notification for the emergency team?"

[He can only go to a private clinic, I’ll send the address to your navigation system.]

"Where have you been?"

[Negotiating with the Owl Town Gang.]

No further messages came through.

John grabbed the revolver and headed into the hallway.

The previously submissive waiters now had different looks.

Their bodies seemed controlled by chips.

The prosthetic eyes were scanning constantly, attacking John and Kuang Xin with relentless aggression as soon as they saw them.

John had just stepped out when he ran into two of them.

"Damn it!"

He immediately retreated behind a pillar.

Bullets whizzed down the corridor, striking the soundproof carpet and the nearby hanging frames.

The footsteps grew more numerous.

Two waiters overturned a serving cart, expressionless like puppets, terrifying.

They fired as they ran.

John huddled closer to cover, calmly watching the shadows on the carpet.

He timed it and quickly crouched.

Biu!

A black bullet hole appeared in the wall where John’s head had been moments before.

He pulled out the butterfly knife, slashing upwards across a wrist, snatching an opponent’s weapon while also choking the waiter’s neck, spinning him around to use as a human shield, blocking the bullets coming from across the hallway.

John raised the gun barrel, firing from under the waiter’s armpit.

The other attacker trembled, hit by several bullets, and fell to the carpet.

John dragged the two bodies into a small room and shut the door, shooting the control panel.

The electromagnetic sensor was out of commission.

Now it could only be opened with a mechanical key.

John’s peripheral vision caught a glint.

A slender leg suddenly flew out from the shadows, an attack launched by a sex doll in a sequin leather skirt against John.

Her prosthetic eyes were flickering.

The tibia and fibula had been transformed into a sharp steel blade.

John dodged back two steps in succession, trying to create distance.

Her knees were implanted with combat prostheses too, boasting terrifying jumping capabilities, closing the gap directly!

"Damn it..."

He cursed, leaning back, but slipped on a bottle, steel blades shaving past his face.

John dropped to the ground.

He kicked at the sex doll’s supporting foot.

The slender joints twisted instantly.

With a slight cracking sound, the sex doll’s body began losing balance.

Poof, poof.

The sex doll collapsed onto John, twitching twice.

Her neck had been pierced by a bullet.

Fragments of the insertion slot sputtered out electric sparks.

This den of vice was a refitted old factory, with very wide corridors and still a few cargo elevators and many material delivery openings between floors.

John lifted the cover plate, tossing the bodies inside.

Squeak—

As he busied himself covering up evidence, a seam suddenly opened in the adjacent wall.

A curly-haired woman with a mask peeked out, her voice soft and curious.

"Is someone fighting?"

She exuded a high-end perfume scent.

John quickly covered his gun with a blood-stained towel, thankful he hadn’t accidentally killed a socialite or politician.

A figure appeared at the end of the hallway.

John immediately covered the lady’s mouth, roughly pushing her back into the small room.

She let out a brief gasp, trying to resist, but was easily pinned against the wall, wrists simultaneously restrained.

Heavy breathing.

It intermittently struck against the web of his hand.

Ten tense seconds passed pressed against each other.

Any attempt at resistance from the lady was thwarted, yet the atmosphere turned strangely ambiguous.

Her prosthetic eyes conveyed confusion and anticipation—her face lacked high-end face inserts, merely adorned with two rose-gold cracks for simple decoration.

"I need you to stay still."

John pulled off his suit tie, tying her to a hook meant for coats.

Her chest began to heave.

The artificial leather revealed between her clothes was top-quality.

"Sorry, I’m busy."

John fetched a silk scarf from nearby, and before he finished speaking, she obediently bit down on it.


"Uh... not bad."

John pushed open the door and slipped out.

He twisted the neck of a waiter from behind, drawing the butterfly knife to dispatch another sex doll before she could fire.

Finally, he disposed of the body through the material chute.

The palace employed a massive number of wait staff; it wasn’t clear how many chips were malfunctioning.

Continuing to kill seemed endless.

John found an access card.

Returning to the room, he hoisted Kuang Xin, swiping the card to open service elevator number 07 heading straight for the garage.

The numbers on the control panel descended.

Ding—

The metal doors opened.

Bullets fired from various angles.

Kuang Xin, lying limp on the floor, showed no reaction, with the closest bullet hole mere inches from his hairline.