John grasped the gun and thought for several seconds, finally sighed and lowered his hand, frowning as he questioned.

“Here you go.”

He placed Xia Li onto the other’s shoulder.

Pierre was definitely lacking in exercise, or maybe he was nervous. His calf was trembling slightly as he hoisted the girl, but he kept his mouth shut because he sensed John had already tacitly approved of his suggestion.

“Take her downstairs, next to the steam washroom, there’s a door that’s slightly open, inside are all the girls who were abducted.”

John slipped the key into his leather jacket’s outer pocket.

“I’m going upstairs to take care of something, wait for me there.”

After giving his instructions, he drew out a silenced pistol, and left the room with Pierre, returning to the elevator area. At that moment, the car was slowly rising, the metal doors sliding open to both sides.

A patch of light instantly emerged in the dim corridor.

Pierre, with an unconscious girl on his shoulder, bumped into an Owl Town gang security guard who came to patrol the floor.

[Hey, you guys… (Japanese)]

He was tall and strong, his shoulders occupied even three-quarters of the elevator space. He was wearing a yellow vest and a deep green shirt, his sunglasses reflecting multicolored lights.

John seemed to have anticipated this, pulling out his gun and firing three shots the moment the other opened his mouth.

[Ah! Bastard… (Japanese)]

The strong man clutched his groin with one hand, about to fall, with a submachine gun yet to be aligned, his sunglasses shattered, revealing wide, staring eyes.

John quickly stepped forward to close the distance, aimed at his eyeballs, and swiftly fired two more shots.

The bullet pierced the skull, announcing the kill.

John skillfully dragged the body, selecting a nearby room, swiping the card to unlock it, throwing the body in, and locking the door as he finished.

The elevator was pressed open again.

Pierre, terrified, stepped inside, suddenly feeling the girl on his shoulder was not as heavy, stood beside John, afraid to speak, and for a moment, only the advertisement sound from the LCD screen was audible around them.

Ding—

[Floor: Basement Level -1]

John silently reloaded, checked the reserve bullets, and observed the surroundings through the CCTV cameras.

“Move, I need to make the most of my time.”

As he spoke, he gestured for Pierre to go out, while he took the elevator again to head to the VIP themed room on the top floor.

The Owl Town gang goons had already started patrolling, and the situation in the control center would soon be discovered.

[Mission Objective Update]

[Find and eliminate the mole. (Optional)]

[Safely leave Floating Life Kyoto Club. (Not Achieved)]

Ding—

The metal elevator doors opened once again.

The advertisement sound abruptly ceased, a subtle fragrance echoed in the corridor which, when inhaled for long, would make the blood rush, while the black-red soundproof mat had a very soft foot feel.

The rooms on the VIP floor were more spacious, and each had a theme. Their holographic projection and lighting systems were more abundant, satisfying higher and more refined demands of premium customers.

There were fewer personnel patrolling here.

Entry and exit required biometric scans, verification of wristbands, and orders, and unless there was an additional alarm from a customer, even supplementary products were delivered by machines through a small elevator.

Privacy is absolutely superb.

The details of the Owl Town gang’s venue were extremely meticulous, and meanwhile, their security was so confident it appeared arrogant.

John had already gained control over the security system, so electronic scanning and automatic alarms meant nothing to him, standing at the elevator door, he reviewed the surveillance camera and knew the mole had taken the girl to room six.

Holographic dancing girls twisted their bodies in the corridor, their hairstyles varied, dressed in an imaginative attire.

While the izakayas run by Eastern People inclined towards a Japanese style, their sex doll club catered to clients who preferred other cultures.

John stood at the door of the room, activating the security system.

The 06 metal plate with lighting turned from red to green, the black wall instantly parted, the soundproofing vanished, a bloody smell hit, and a coarse-voiced male stopped abruptly.

[Name: Saguli Sarsalova [Mole]]

[Faction: Ghoul]

[Bounty: Organ trafficking, multiple murders, illegal imprisonment, etc.]

The mole was a man with Northern European heritage, his physique larger than depicted in the photos.

He was wearing suspenders exposing his navel, naked upper body, a black mask partially covering his head, both hands clad in matching rubber gloves, a pair of prosthetic eyes emitted shimmering light in the dark, seemingly in a conversation, interspersed with complaints…

The mole turned around in shock.

His mouth with golden short thick whiskers slightly opened, yet before he could speak, he was cut off by gunfire, fell amid great pain and screaming beside a huge display stand.

It was an X-shaped frame made of mahogany, behind which was a wall embedded with various tools.

A chandelier cast a column of light, revealing the mole’s pale face.

John pulled out a data cable and instantly plugged it into the room’s control panel, a fleeting black wave crossed his mind.

[Floating Life Capital-VIP06 Room System (Hacked)]

The metallic soundproof door resealed.

John ignored the other’s screams, quite calmly searched around the room, during which, his gun aimed at the mole, fired two more shots, hitting the left thigh and right knee respectively.

By manipulating via Black Light, John maximized the privacy settings in the room, instantly cutting off all communication signals, enhancing soundproofing to the max, so nothing was heard in the corridor.

The mole screeched, eyes wide open, calling out a name, the communication just in progress was abruptly cut off.

John checked till he reached the side of the bed.

There lay a completely naked girl.

The entire bed sheet was soaked in blood, flower petals spilled by the pillow, embraced a pair of terrified eyes.

He stepped back two paces.

Glow sticks scattered around the bed formed some kind of symbolic shape.

John’s artificial eye flickered, noticing a large rendering device at the top of the room, with its filming program in operation.

He accessed the backend through the room’s system and saw footage of the crime process—Mole had just been filming illegal Super Sensing Chip material and based on the room’s temporary mailbox, he learned that Mole was also a banned film director in addition to being a Ghoul.

John deleted all content and looked away.

Mole was already crawling towards the door, weeping with tears, dragging a long, crimson path on the ground.

John suddenly had no desire to question anymore.

“No, no no, ah——”

The scream didn’t get out.

A moment later, the metal sliding door opened again.

John shook his simply washed hands, pulled up the hood of his work jacket, and checked Silence for its bullet stock.

He was about to leave when he remembered he needed evidence for Barry, so he turned back and activated the filming function of his artificial eye.

“Say… cheese, scumbag.”

His pupil flickered a few times, fixing the image:

Mole sat slumped by the bed, bleeding from all limbs, his blood-red eyes widened to the limit, neck raised with a metal cylinder lodged in his throat.

John stood still inside the elevator car.

The elevator doors closed and descended down.

Mole’s death might alert the emergency team, and whoever he was speaking to before his end might cause unexpected issues. The escape now had to be calculated down to the minute or even second.

John returned to the basement, quickly moving while inspecting his surroundings.

He immediately saw the Calormen Truck that brought him over.

The driver named Kumazawa held a signed clipboard, had just buckled his seatbelt, and turned his head to find a familiar face beside the driver’s seat.

[… Damn it. (Japanese)]

He blurted out, raising his hands feebly, cooperating by getting out as per John’s instructions.

“I told you, you could earn a tip.”

John grabbed bloodstained cash chips from his pocket, which he’d taken from Mole’s VIP room earlier, without counting the exact amount, and stuffed them into Kumazawa’s hand.

Kumazawa quickly shoved them into his inner pocket, eyes rolled back immediately.

Bang!

John knocked him out with the gun butt, dragged him near the guard’s corpse to disguise it as a botched assassination.

He then came to the room next to the steam washing room.

Pierre was blocking the doorway, holding a metal crowbar from somewhere, lowering his voice as he yelled at the hostages.

“…Shut up, you fool, stop crying, do you want us all dead!”

As Pierre unlocked the chains, the girls began to attempt to escape or curl up in screaming fits, like lambs running wild.

He struggled immensely to control the situation, sweating coldly, so tense he was almost losing it.

BANG——

The room echoed with a low, deep gunshot.

The bullet struck the chain, bouncing off in yellow sparks, and some girls near the chaos screamed, curled up, or started running…

John appeared at the door.

He coldly grabbed one person, pointed the gun to their lips, and sidelong glanced the two approaching people back.

The quiet hostage was placed back.

John raised the gun barrel, aimed at the still screaming person, firing a shot at the wall near their head, repeating the method wherever there was noise, using violence to subdue.

The herd finally curled up together meekly before the hungry wolf.

“Listen, I’m not saving any of you, nor do I want to throw my life away for you. If you want to live, then obey, seize the opportunity, if anyone messes up the plan…”

John tightened his grip on the gun.

He didn’t need to play the kind gentleman, but he needed a batch of obedient hostages.

The room fell unusually silent, only heavy breathing remained as the nervous girls followed their clever companions, forcibly covering their mouths with their hands.

“Good.”

John stepped aside, making way. “The car’s at the door, no crying, no screaming, no fighting for seats!”

The Calormen Truck vibrated slightly.

John got onto the driver’s seat, Pierre took the co-driver, now both of them turned their heads to see seven or eight girls squatting in the back, all filthy and curled up.

BZZZ——

The Calormen Truck started, halted at the basement door.

Pierre took a deep breath, his arm gripping the handle had veins popping out, instinctively turned back to the driver seat, only to find the car door open with John gone, the steering wheel subtly reverted.

His mouth opened slowly.

The world was layered with a dark green filter.

John initiated Sianweistan, trailing after shadows, closing in on the searching guards at top speed, squeezing off three shots which successively pierced their torso, heart, and jaw…

He shoulder-checked the thug, charging towards the sentry.

The corpse flipped through the open glass window, smashing the monitor and metal-backed chair inside.

Another guard smoking hadn’t reacted to the sudden chaos before lying back in the narrow room, a weight pressing down on him, the last image before his eyes being someone towering above aiming a gun at him.

BIU, BIU——

John pulled the trigger.

The high-velocity bullets drilled into the head, white goo splattered out before slowly trickling into crimson…

John had already returned to the driver’s seat by now.

BZZZ——

The Calormen Truck revved the engine, escaping at speed into the narrow alley.

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