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Chapter 116, Section 13: The Corruption of Slaughter

Chapter 116, Section 13: The Corruption of Slaughter (Three chapters today)

"What to do—what to do!"

Arnold paced back and forth in the room, talking to himself.

The riot gates had been lowered, and the walls of the house were encased in 8-millimeter-thick riot-proof iron plates, but these things did not give him a sense of security. The old building only had one general ventilation system, and if the enemy was smart enough, he would be smoked out of his hole like a rat.

"Useless Annie, trash Annie! Just like Donegan!"

The ventriloquist puppet in my hand opened its dark mouth and emitted a piercing, high-pitched laugh.

"Please, Scarface, please stop! I've already called Mr. Cobblestone, he'll definitely come to save us." Arnold scratched his bald head, bent over, and responded to the puppet in an almost pleading tone.

If anyone witnessed this scene—a ventriloquist actually talking to his puppet—they would surely be sent chills down their spine by the eerie and unsettling atmosphere in the room.

"Listen to what you're saying, 'I've already called Mr. Cobblestone—' Ugh! Please, Arnie, didn't you hear how dismissive his reply sounded? Face reality, no one's coming to our rescue!"

"Just like before, we'll fight our way out. I'm here! You'll be fine."

The puppet named Scarface was shaking the toy gun in its hand.

This toy gun is incredibly well-made. The barrel is made of pure metal with a tight fit, and the wooden, brown-red stock is painted with a shiny layer of paint. It's practically a miniature Thompson submachine gun, and no one would doubt that it can fire bullets.

"So, which way should we go?"

Listening to the screams outside the door, and the occasional explosions and gunshots, Arnold trembled all over.

"Foolish Ani, look up at the top of our heads. Isn't the ventilation duct a perfect spot? Listen to the footsteps outside. People are gathering here. Our men must have given us our hiding place, but that's not necessarily a bad thing."

The footsteps outside grew more frequent; Arnold didn't have much time left.

Just as he turned the corner, Killer Croc unexpectedly encountered a group of armed enemies. He hid behind cover to avoid the first wave of gunfire and took out a grenade from the back of his camouflage combat pants.

He pulled the pin, silently counted to three, and threw it. With a muffled thud, severed limbs and bits of flesh scattered from the other end of the corridor, landing at his feet. Killer Croc brushed aside the dust, picked up his rifle from the ground, and fired a burst at the enemy whose leg had been blown off.

Compared to him, Qin Wei in the other corridor was much more "merciful".

With a kick that snapped bones, the screaming enemy was slammed against the wall by the ear, splattering blood. He then struck the face of the enemy coming from behind with a backhand elbow. Following his title of "Jaw Crusher," Qin Wei now earned the nickname "Nose Bridge Crusher."

He delivered a flying kick to the last enemy, carrying him to the end of the corridor. He then pulled out a dagger from behind his belt and flicked his wrist.

Unexpectedly, the dagger did not fly towards the other party. Instead, it hit the lampshade and bounced back towards him. If he hadn't dodged in time, his arm would probably have been pierced through.

"As expected, this body wasn't instilled with anything strange other than fighting techniques."

Qin Wei pulled out the dagger from the ground, and holding the barely alive bandit on the ground, asked:

"Tell me where Arnold is?"

"If I reveal his identity and tell you his location—would you—spare my life?"

"Hey!"

Qin Wei chuckled and leaned closer, his seductive whisper lingering in the other's ear like a devil's: "Yes, I can agree to this deal."

"Use his life to save yours. Tell me now, quickly hand him over!"

"But I refuse! One of Nick's favorite things to do..."

click!

Qin Wei snapped the other man's neck without hesitation, promptly putting an end to this clumsy attempt at a meme.

"That's ridiculous! Do you think I'd let you finish reading your lines?"

He then looked down at his feet, where another enemy lay.

This guy clearly didn't have much backbone. As Qin Wei pressed him closer, he shrank back against the wall, wishing he could squeeze himself into the cracks between the bricks.

"I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything!!!"

Thus, Qin Wei learned Arnold's hiding place before Killer Croc—there was a safe house in the basement, where the desperate drug lord was likely hiding.

Qin Wei didn't keep it a secret and told Johnny the news.

"Please allow me to apologize again for what happened before. I must have been out of my mind to suspect that you were an informant sent by Arnold."

After witnessing Qin Wei's abilities, Johnny was deeply impressed, which made Qin Wei a little embarrassed, and he quickly stopped Johnny from apologizing.

No, buddy! I only said I wasn't an informant sent by Arnold, not that I wasn't an informant!

In fact, Johnny Frost could not have imagined, nor could he have guessed, that the person who had infiltrated his team was the enemy's ultimate boss. Just imagine, someone who had replaced Maroni did not rest on his laurels and squander his wealth, but instead put himself in danger and got covered in blood, all to catch a potential opponent who might cause him trouble in the future.

If every villain in a drama had such a cautious personality and strong drive, the story would probably have ended long ago.

Johnny acted quickly, informing everyone in the squad. He was unaware that Arnold was isolated and helpless tonight. According to the original plan, they had to finish the battle quickly before the Roman reinforcements arrived.

After the squad assembled, they surrounded the safe house in the basement.

While everyone was discussing how to pry open the riot control door, Qin Wei had already focused his attention on the ventilation ducts above his head. But he wasn't the only one who thought of it; "Killer Crocodile" Wei Lun didn't seem to be as brainy as people imagined.

"We can pry open the ventilation shaft and start a fire inside!"

Wei Lun's suggestion was quickly adopted. Some people found flammable materials nearby, while others couldn't wait to throw smoke bombs into the ventilation ducts. Qin Wei didn't want to join in the fun. Since Arnold could become a gang leader, he shouldn't be a fool. Qin Wei didn't believe that Killer Croc couldn't think of a way. Besides, with such a commotion outside, even a deaf person should have heard it.

Just then, Killer Croc offered a suggestion, saving him the trouble of saying anything more.

Making an excuse to slip out of the mansion, Qin Wei circled around and found the main exhaust vent by the wall.

Unfortunately, a light drizzle began to fall. Fearing that his disguise would be ruined by the rain, he found an old car parked in the yard, smashed the rear window, and climbed inside. After brushing the glass shards off the seat, he found a comfortable spot to crouch down and began to observe the air vents using the rearview mirror.

Even now, Qin Wei's hands were still trembling. He counted clearly that he had just killed twelve drug dealers, including the guy who gave away Arnold's location. Although it could be attributed to the execution of justice, he knew that wasn't the case.

Killing can be addictive. When he snapped the neck of the first unlucky victim, his mindset underwent some subtle changes.

The gushing blood and crisscrossing bullets seemed to open a door to a new world for Qin Wei, although his sixth sense told him that this was not a good thing.

bang~

The faint sound interrupted Qin Wei's internal struggle.

In the rearview mirror, the exhaust fan vent wobbled as it landed on the ground, and a slender figure emerged from it.

Let's put those unpleasant things behind us for now; our guests have arrived!