The elites of the underworld gathered in an endless stream as they passed through the detection equipment and entered the magnificent hall.
Before the auction officially started, the underworld members gathered in twos and threes, chatting with a relaxed expression. They had no idea that the scythe of the Grim Reaper was already hanging over their heads.
This auction was a stage for the underworld bosses to raise their status.
Therefore, many underworld bosses were not present, which more or less attracted the attention of some people. However, they did not take it seriously. After all, they had sent their underworld bosses.
The bodyguards sent by Da Zuosi to bid were Fei Jie, Neva Lianfu, and Shachino.
Other than Fei Jie, who was Nostra's new bodyguard, the other two had been in the Nostra family for a long time and had experienced many situations.
"Captain Da Zuosi said that someone will attack the auction tonight, but judging from the security set up by the organizers, it shouldn't be a big deal."
Shachino, the senior bodyguard, observed the security personnel around him. The security was set up very well. Basically, there were at least four people with guns guarding every important passage.
Before entering, there were also many people in the corridor outside. If anyone dared to destroy the auction, they would most likely not be able to leave after entering.
Fei Jie and the other two walked toward the entrance of the auction hall. Behind them, three people in black were about to pass through the detection equipment.
The three people were Franklin, Feitan, and the Swordsmen. They were all wearing black suits.
With the means of the Swordsmen, it was not difficult to obtain the qualifications to enter. The three of them passed through the detection equipment safely. Only six of them came for this operation. The rest of the members were all in the temporary stronghold.
"Franklin, if we kill everyone in five seconds, do you think Flying Hair will be so angry that he will jump?" Feitan looked at the noisy hall and lowered his voice, the corners of his eyes slightly curved.
Franklin looked ahead and said coldly, "I don't know, and I don't want to know."
"You guys." The Swordsmen looked at the two and shook their heads with a smile.
Although they had never met Flying Hair, with their eyesight, they could see that Flying Hair was a bloodthirsty person. If they snatched his prey, he might really jump in anger.
However, the Swordsmen were not worried about this. Even if the people in the hall were killed by Franklin, there would be enough prey in the corridor outside for Flying Hair to vent his anger.
Time passed, and the needle gradually pointed to nine o 'clock. The entrance to the underground hall opened ten minutes earlier.
The guests who came came in an orderly manner and walked toward the auction hall.
In ten minutes, the hall was filled with five hundred people. Including the surrounding security personnel, the number exceeded six hundred people.
Fei Tan and the other two went downstairs as well, but they did not take a seat. Instead, they used their chivalrous abilities to control one of the key personnel and led them to the backstage.
Franklin and Fei Tan stayed behind, while Vigilante A informed his companions outside to get ready to make a move. At the same time, they headed towards the vault.
At nine o 'clock sharp, Franklin and Fei Tan came to the stage from the backstage and stood in front of the auctioneer's podium.
The guests in the hall did not notice anything unusual, nor did they sense the impending danger.
"Welcome, everyone, so we don't have to be so polite."
Feitan's slender eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent. His calm voice was amplified through the microphone and transmitted to the hall.
The guests in the hall were stunned. Then, they saw Franklin raise his hands and point them at them.
"Go to hell, all of you!"
Franklin's ten fingers fell off, revealing black holes.
Psychic power surged, and countless psychic bullets poured out like a meat grinder, mercilessly crushing the guests in the hall.
In an instant, the guests sitting at the front were the first to suffer. Their bodies were hit by the psychic bullets and torn into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere.
In less than a second, the guests in the front section were turned into minced meat and scattered all over the floor.
Fei Jie and the other two were seated at the back, so they had enough time to react.
"Hide behind me, quick!"
Xia Chino shouted. His right hand quickly took out a balloon from his pocket. His psychic power surged, and he injected it into the balloon, forming eleven men in black in front of him.
[Eleven Under the Eaves]
They took the shape of a balloon, used psychic power to shape the body, and then controlled it. With the amplification of psychic power, blocking bullets was a piece of cake.
Fei Jie and Naiva were about to hide behind Xia Chino when they saw this. However, the next moment, horror appeared on their faces.
The eleven men in black were mercilessly torn apart by the rain of bullets like tofu. Then, Xia Chino followed in their footsteps.
"It actually works …" Xia Chino spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could finish speaking, his body was torn into pieces by the psychic bullets.
He died, but the psychic bullets were neutralized, creating a chance for Fei Jie and Naiva to catch their breaths.
Before the next wave of psychic bullets came, Fei Jie and Naiva dodged the rain of bullets in a panic.
They were closer to the exit, so they knocked the door open and escaped the hall.
"Heh."
A shrill laugh suddenly sounded in their ears.
Naiva, who had just rushed out of the hall, was shocked to find that his vision had been divided into several sections. Before he could realize what had happened, he was swallowed by darkness.
Fei Jie, who was running in front, looked back and instantly paled.
Naiva's head had been cut into four or five pieces. Beside the corpse stood a thin, horse-faced man. His fingernails were long and sharp like the claws of a wild beast.
The horse-faced man looked back at her. He grinned and stuck out his snake-like tongue.
Fei Jie felt an inexplicable chill in her heart. She released her psychic power and increased her speed as she fled toward the stairs.
Whoosh …
A gentle breeze swept past her.
Fei Jie's eyes trembled. The horse-faced man who had tortured and killed Naiva actually passed by her and appeared in front of her.
This horse-faced man was Fei Mao, who was in charge of dealing with the gang members on the periphery. After smiling coldly at Fei Jie, his claw-like fingers were wrapped in psychic power as he stabbed toward Fei Jie's heart at lightning speed.
Fei Jie's hair stood on end. She gathered her psychic power in her hands, wanting to block Fei Mao's attack.
However, Fei Mao suddenly changed his move. He stomped his feet and pointed his hands at Fei Jie's face as his body swept forward at the same time.
Chi!
When they passed by each other, a few drops of blood splattered.
A complete face appeared in Fei Mao's hands out of thin air. Fei Jie froze on the spot. Her face was badly mutilated and her bones could be vaguely seen. It was abnormally hideous.
After a moment, a sharp pain came. Fei Jie screamed out loud. She could not help but touch her wet face with her hands. When her fingers touched the flesh, the pain was even more intense.
Even if it was just a slight movement of her mouth, there would be a tearing pain.
"Your scream is not bad. You can even bring me 30 seconds of happiness."
Fei Mao looked at the screaming Fei Jie. He stuck out his tongue and licked the face that was not stained with any blood. His eyes flashed with a cruel light. He was already thinking of the next step to torture Fei Jie.
Just as his voice fell, a figure suddenly approached Fei Jie silently. It was Little Drop.
She waved the mouth of the bulge-eyed fish and smashed it on Fei Jie's head.
With a muffled bang, Fei Jie's scream came to an abrupt end. The back of her head was smashed and she fell to the ground dead.
"Hey."
The bulge-eyed fish called out.
It was the vacuum cleaner that Little Drop materialized. The mouth of the straw had teeth and a tongue. The vacuum cleaner container that stored the garbage had a pair of eyes.
Seeing that Little Drop had suddenly gotten rid of Fei Jie, Fei Mao was dissatisfied. "I haven't played enough."
"Mission first," Little Droplet replied straightforwardly, and then ordered the Protruding Eye Fish, "Suck it dry."
As soon as she said that, the bulge-eyed fish responded. It opened its mouth and sucked the bodies of Neva Arrif and Fei Jie into the vacuum cleaner.
"Tsk." Fei Mao snorted coldly.
After cleaning up the bodies on the ground, Little Drop looked at the face in Fei Mao's hand and said, "That."
Fei Mao looked down at the face in his hand. The corner of his mouth twitched. He threw the face forward, then pushed open the door of the venue and walked in.
Little Drop raised the bulge-eyed fish and flicked the switch. The mouth opened again and sucked Fei Jie's face in through the air.
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