Chapter 430 Fire Extinguished! Next Steps Requested

Listening to Jin Wan's remark that something felt wrong...

The other two girls couldn't help but hold their breath.

In this man-eating den of iniquity, any unusual sound could herald the arrival of a new disaster.

But they also knew clearly in their hearts.

If they continued to stay in the room awaiting the judgment of those demons, their fate would be far more miserable than death.

A short while later.

The heavy solid wood door in the hallway was pulled fully open.

The girls supported one another.

They didn't even dare to put on shoes, treading barefoot on the soft wool carpet.

They carefully controlled the rhythm of even their breathing.

Like startled fawns in the jungle.

They tiptoed out of the room.

The environment outside was eerily quiet.

They couldn't hear any of the heavy footsteps from the security personnel who usually patrolled.

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Nor could they hear the clamor of the low-level bosses drinking and gambling.

There was only the sound of the torrential rain outside, constantly drumming against the glass.

Hugging the wall, they explored their way out step by step.

Then.

They reached a certain point in the hallway.

As they passed a corner.

Jin Wan, who was leading the way, stopped in her tracks, completely dumbfounded.

It wasn't just her.

The other two girls behind her also froze on the spot, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Because they saw.

Several bodies were sprawled haphazardly outside a partially open mahogany door ahead.

Among them, the most conspicuous...

...was a man dressed in a sophisticated custom-made suit, his signature gold-rimmed glasses lying discarded to the side.

He was the Right-hand Man of the Park Director—a man who looked refined but was actually a cultured scumbag.

It was this very person who had lured them here.

Back then, this fellow had used the guise of an international high-end jewelry fashion show and a highly tempting, exorbitant appearance fee.

Step by step, he had induced these young models harboring dreams into this dark, sunless Scam Park.

After entering the park, this guy had cast off his mask of hypocrisy, revealing his hideous fangs.

And now.

This demon, who was usually high and mighty, deciding the life and death of countless people...

...was currently lying in a pool of blood.

Crimson blood gushed from the center of his forehead, spreading across the expensive carpet.

His eyes were still wide open, holding the shock of his final second of life.

There were no signs of any struggle or combat.

His life had been terminated instantly.

Seeing the enemy who had ruined their lives lying dead on the spot...

...the intense visual impact made the girls' stomachs churn.

They covered their mouths, suppressing the urge to scream.

They pressed their hands firmly against their lips, fearing that even the slightest sound would attract other guards.

Although their hearts were filled with fear of the unknown power...

...seeing this cultured scumbag meet such an end...

...a sliver of vengeful satisfaction actually surged from the depths of their souls.

Bypassing the corpse.

They forced their weak legs to keep moving forward.

Following the luxurious spiral staircase down to the first floor.

The entire main hall was likewise empty.

The expensive antique vases and leather sofas arranged around the room seemed somewhat desolate in the silence.

They tiptoed to the villa's entrance.

Hiding behind two massive marble Roman columns.

Through the thick layer of bulletproof glass doors.

They looked toward the main gate.

They also saw the exterior of the villa.

Outside, the wind and rain still raged.

In the heavy rain, the people who should have been patrolling back and forth were gone.

The security teams who usually wore rain vests, held assault rifles, and even led ferocious black-backed hounds...

...seemed to have been erased in an instant by some invisible force.

The entire lawn surrounding the villa, the driveway, and the distant watchtowers were empty.

No beams of light from scanning flashlights.

No noisy static from walkie-talkies.

Only the splashes of rain hitting the ground.

An abnormal silence permeated the curtain of rain.

This silence...

...was definitely not because the security personnel had abandoned their posts.

In this heavily guarded lawless land, no one dared to slack off under the director's nose.

Then.

Jin Wan swallowed hard.

Her throat bobbed up and down with difficulty.

Pressing her face against the cold glass, she looked out into the heavy rain.

Involuntarily.

Connecting the corpse of the Right-hand Man inside the villa with the faint scent of blood lingering in the air...

...a terrifying image formed in her mind.

It was that those patrol personnel outside the villa...

...had encountered the same silent purge on this wind-swept and rain-drenched night.

Every single one of them was likely lying in a pool of blood.

This unknown and invisible killing force was far more terrifying than any visible thugs.

"Sister Jin Wan, this? What exactly happened?"

At this moment, one of the female models asked with a trembling voice.

The model clutched tightly onto the corner of Jin Wan's clothes.

Looking at her companion's eyes, which were filled with confusion and fear.

Jin Wan opened her mouth.

She had no words; she felt as if her entire worldview was collapsing.

How was she supposed to know?

She was just a victim who had been lured here; she couldn't possibly comprehend this purge that seemed like it was carried out by divine soldiers descending from the heavens.

...

Meanwhile.

On that high, abandoned platform.

"Fire extinguished."

At that moment.

A crisp electronic notification sounded through the curtain of rain.

The voice was mechanical and flat.

Masked by the sound of wind and rain, it wasn't particularly loud.

But to the ears of the eight special forces members on the platform, it carried a scalp-numbing shock.

On the high platform where the Decapitation Squad was stationed.

The cold wind blew rain against their tactical helmets.

Old Wolf and the others.

All the special forces members.

None of them bothered with the cold water streaming down their faces.

Everyone stared unblinkingly at the floating holographic projection.

The faint blue glow projected from above the pistol...

...was reflected on their faces.

Each of them looked like a soulless statue.

They remained motionless in their crouching tactical stances.

One must understand that they had watched the entire process of the ruthless harvesting that had just occurred.

They had seen it all.

Through that high-tech projection playback.

They had personally witnessed this epoch-making dimensional strike.

In the footage.

Those miniature pellets that had separated from the parent round...

...shuttled through the torrential rain, tracing broken lines that defied conventional aerodynamics.

They penetrated gaps in walls, bypassed hard cover, and accurately locked onto those thugs holding weapons.

Every turn in their trajectory was accompanied by the blossoming of a blood flower.

They watched those armed personnel.

Those well-equipped, numerous guards and thugs who usually acted with impunity...

...were like a flock of helpless lambs facing the Grim Reaper.

Like leeks being harvested.

They didn't even have the chance to raise their rifles and pull the triggers for blind suppressive fire.

They fell without any power to resist.

And on the thermal imaging map that was subsequently switched to.

Those patches of red light, representing the heat sources of the militants' vital signs...

...in an extremely short period of time.

...were systematically erased and extinguished.

They turned into a dark color representing no signs of life.

There was no earth-shaking exchange of fire.

No roar of heavy machine guns raking the ground.

Only a one-sided, purely physical-dimensional elimination.

It all happened too fast, faster than this group of comrades' understanding of traditional kinetic warfare.

And now.

Hearing the crisp, ruthless voice from the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol...

...specifically that mechanical voice announcing the end of the broadcast.

These eight people.

They finally gave a sudden jolt.

From that state of extreme shock that felt almost like oxygen deprivation.

They began to come to their senses.

As the cold wind blew, they realized their tactical undershirts had long been completely soaked with sweat.

This group of elite operatives.

Opened their mouths.

They wanted to say something to express the turbulent emotions in their hearts.

They wanted to blurt out a curse to vent the absurdity that exceeded their cognition.

But they felt as if something dry was stuck in their throats.

Their vocal cords were like rusted components, having lost the function of producing sound.

They could only make a few monotonous rasping noises.

Clicking and clacking, unable to speak.

At this moment.

The only sound remaining in the air was the continuous torrential rain.

After a brief mental short-circuit.

These eight top-tier brains finally resumed operation.

At this time.

Their brains also registered the meaning.

The meaning of what the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol had just broadcast: 'Fire extinguished'.