The time was about ten-odd minutes ago. Roy, wearing a mask, and Isabella, who didn't care at all about revealing her identity, arrived at the entrance of the private club.
Two strong security guards stopped them.
"This is a private club. Do you have a VIP card?"
"Of course!"
Roy held back Isabella, who was about to make a move, and pretended to reach for a VIP card. Then, he suddenly punched both guards and knocked them unconscious.
Isabella frowned slightly.
"Why did you still lie to them?"
"Might as well save some energy if we can. Tonight's work isn't going to be easy."
Roy's reasoning convinced Isabella. She didn't dwell on the issue of Roy's lie, and the two of them entered the private club together.
This private club was frequented by dignitaries and wealthy individuals, so security was paramount.
After Roy and Isabella's actions were captured by the security cameras, a large group of guards immediately came after them.
Isabella looked at the circle of guards around them and immediately activated her Eye of Judgment.
"So many sinners, receive my judgment!"
With that, Isabella drew her twin guns and entered a battle stance.
After encountering Michael, Roy had asked the teachers at the school about things related to Michael.
Thanks to the strong religious atmosphere in Texas, almost every household had a Bible. However, Roy's current identity prevented him from directly touching the Bible, so he could only ask others.
Michael is depicted in the Bible as a warrior who fought against Satan, the Lord of Hell.
It's worth mentioning here that Satan is a general term for the Lord of Hell. As long as you reach the level of a Lord of Hell, you can be called Satan. For example, Elizabeth, who is also Beryl, would occasionally refer to herself as Satan.
The Bible doesn't specify which of the seven demon lords of hell Michael fought, but it's certain that Michael's strength was definitely at the Satan level, and possibly even above the demon lords.
That's why Elizabeth sensed Michael's arrival and immediately pretended to be pregnant and fled to the West Coast.
Moreover, Michael is also the angel of death who guides people's souls to the other side during the final judgment and completes the judgment. She is a symbol of justice and fairness, so she can easily see the sins on people.
Apart from his fondness for women, Roy was considered a law-abiding young man. He had also killed many murderers and demons, which is why Michael considered him a good person.
Now, seeing this large group of vermin in the private club, Isabella couldn't help but want to judge these guys.
For some reason, Isabella especially liked using firearms, even though her marksmanship was terrible, so bad that even Roy couldn't stand to watch.
Fortunately, they were inside the club, and the enemies were relatively close, so Isabella finally didn't end up just outlining people with bullets like last time.
But Isabella had guns, and naturally, the security guards at the private club would also have guns. This was America, after all. How could you even think about going out without carrying a gun?
After taking down a few enemies with her twin guns, a hail of bullets quickly rained down on Isabella.
Facing the barrage, Isabella dodged as if dancing. Countless bullets grazed past her, but not a single one hit her.
This level of physical coordination, this dynamic vision, this reaction speed... Roy suspected that Isabella's current agility attribute might already exceed 50.
Many guards who saw Isabella dodging bullets turned around and ran as if they had seen a ghost.
After all, these guards were paid to deal with troublemakers, not ghosts causing trouble.
Isabella pulled the triggers of her twin guns again, unleashing a wild barrage of fire. However, handguns have limited bullets, and some guards weren't killed.
At this moment, Roy, who had been observing from the sidelines, drew his Smith & Wesson M625 and fired six shots in an instant, taking down all the remaining guards.
Isabella looked at Roy in surprise.
During the Night Demon incident last time, Isabella had only seen Roy fire one shot, so she hadn't noticed his level of marksmanship.
"Your shooting is pretty good."
"Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Isabella."
Isabella looked away and took out magazines from her nun's habit to reload her twin guns, continuing to walk towards the interior of the club.
At this time, due to the gunshots at the entrance, the interior of the private club had already descended into chaos.
The soundproofing of the rooms in the private club was quite good, but not all the guests were in their rooms. Some in the lobby heard the gunshots.
These were all wealthy and influential people, and none of them valued money over their lives, so they immediately began to flee.
Just then, a group of security guards appeared and collided with the fleeing guests, turning the scene into complete pandemonium.
It was at this moment that Roy and Isabella entered the lobby, and both sides immediately opened fire.
The complete annihilation of the previous group of guards meant that the subsequent guards didn't know what was going on. Now they finally understood how their colleagues had been wiped out.
Relying on her high agility, Isabella wielded her twin guns and moved as if in an empty space. Her marksmanship didn't support long-range shooting anyway; she was completely a close-quarters gunfighter.
And with Isabella, this nun, drawing attention in front, Roy could easily provide cover fire from behind.
This kind of easy combat was something Roy had never experienced before. In the past, he was always charging ahead, sometimes even having to withstand a hail of gunfire.
He never thought he'd have a chance to be a shooter.
"Sinner, sinner, all sinners!"
Isabella fired wildly, quickly running out of bullets. She threw away the handguns in her hands and snatched weapons from the nearby guards to continue shooting.
Whether they were security guards or wealthy and influential guests, Isabella didn't spare anyone, treating them all the same.
Only the staff of the private club weren't all killed by Isabella. Some were only injured, probably because these service personnel weren't all deeply sinful.
A few minutes later, only Roy and Isabella were left standing in the lobby. Everyone else was either dead or injured and lying on the ground, sobbing.
Isabella picked up her guns and once again took out magazines from her skirt. Roy began to wonder if she had an inventory slot hidden beneath her skirt.
At this moment, Roy walked over to Isabella and greeted her.
"Ms. Isabella, a friend of mine has been captured. I need to go find her now."
Isabella glanced at Roy.
"We must eradicate evil completely! I need to deal with the sinners here first, and then I'll go find you later."
It seemed the angel of judgment had taken a liking to the "business" in this private club.
It wasn't surprising, though. The only other place where you could usually find so many bad people was probably the US Congress.
Roy guessed that the tragedy at the private club would shock the entire United States tomorrow.
But that had nothing to do with Roy. He only killed the security guards. If the FBI wanted to find the culprit, they could go look for Isabella.
"Alright!"
The security guards of the private club had basically all been killed in these two battles, so Roy very smoothly arrived at the basement entrance that Keller had secretly photographed.
Using his Thief skills, Roy very easily cracked the electronic lock.
"Open sesame!"
The scene shifted back to the masked man. He looked at a subordinate rushing in, his face full of anxiety, with a surprised expression. He then gestured to the staff behind the camera.
"Pause the live stream for a moment."
"Manager, we can't pause this live stream. Once it's paused, it will be very troublesome to reconnect!"
"Then turn off the audio first, switch to a different view, and continue the live stream after I've dealt with this!"
"Okay."
The masked man, referred to as the manager, stepped out of the camera's view and questioned his subordinate.
"Didn't I say not to disturb me unless it's urgent?"
"Manager, two people just broke into the club. They've killed a lot of people, and we can't stop them!"
"What did you say?!"
The manager was shocked and immediately took off his mask, heading towards the surveillance room.
Places like private clubs, frequented by dignitaries and wealthy individuals, theoretically shouldn't have surveillance. But not installing it wasn't safe either, so they could only secretly install cameras in key locations.
The surveillance room wasn't on the ground floor either; it was in the basement.
Seeing the images on the monitor, the manager was almost scared to wet his pants, especially when he saw Roy easily open the electronic hidden door by destroying the hardware.
This guy had even found the hidden camera and struck a pose for it.
Looking at the surveillance timestamp, the incident had happened just a minute ago.
"Fuck! Immediately call the mercenaries! What about the security guards? How many are left?"
The subordinate looked distressed and answered the manager.
"Most of the security guards were killed in the lobby. There are still some in the basement, but..."
The security guards in the private club were mostly gang members, and their combat effectiveness was actually average. Their main role was to maintain order.
After all, the behind-the-scenes boss hadn't anticipated that two killing machines would suddenly appear and wipe out dozens of security guards in a head-on confrontation without sustaining any injuries themselves.
This situation was already beyond the manager's comprehension.
"You immediately have the remaining security guards stall those guys! The mercenaries will be here soon!"
The manager angrily pushed his subordinate out and then fled back to his office in the basement to pack his things and run.
The mercenaries would definitely arrive, but the question was when. So, to save his life, the manager could only have his subordinates stall the intruders while he quickly made his escape.
However, the manager also knew to erase the secret information in his office. Otherwise, if this confidential information fell into the wrong hands, he wouldn't survive even if he escaped.
But it was precisely this action that cost the manager his last chance of survival.
Kicking open the office door, Roy walked in, supporting a wounded Keller by the shoulder.
"So, this is where you were!"
The manager, startled, felt the voice of the person who had just entered was very familiar.
"I've heard this voice before. You're Roy Black!"
"You got it right! Too bad there's no prize. I said I'd kill you with my own hands, and I always keep my word!"
At this moment, Keller noticed the manager's small movements.
"Roy, he's destroying evidence! Stop him quickly!"
Hearing this, Roy placed Keller aside and walked towards the manager.
Although this evidence wasn't of much use to Roy, having it in hand was still a trump card, and Roy naturally didn't want it to be destroyed by the manager just like that.
"You even thought about destroying evidence? You're really loyal to the dark web!"
The manager panicked and hurriedly reached into a drawer, taking out a medium-sized, large-caliber revolver.
"Don't come any closer! You won't have a good ending going against the dark web! You don't know who you're facing!"
Roy continued to walk forward with a relaxed expression, completely ignoring the manager's warning.
"Oh, really? Then why don't you reveal his name? Maybe I'll be so scared that I'll let you go."
Roy certainly knew that there was a bigger mastermind behind the dark web. The manager in front of him was just a pawn pushed to the front.
The manager's face was full of fear. His fear of the dark web's big boss was clearly greater than his fear of Roy.
"I can't say! If I do, I, my family, and my friends will all die! Don't come any closer!"
The fear in his heart had completely overwhelmed the manager, and he finally couldn't help but close his eyes and pull the trigger at Roy.
However, at this time, Roy was already very close to the manager. He took a step forward and slapped the manager's gun-wielding hand from below, causing the muzzle to point upwards and the bullet to hit the ceiling.
Then, Roy directly broke the manager's arm, snatched the revolver from his hand, and completely deprived him of his ability to resist.
"Huh, a Smith & Wesson M629? Nice!"
Wasn't this a coincidence? Roy's original sidearm was also a Smith & Wesson M625, but the M629 used .44 Magnum bullets, which were generally used for hunting large animals and were very powerful.
Moreover, the revolver in his hand was more like a work of art than a weapon. The barrel had exquisite engravings, and the grip was made of snow-white ivory.
The rich were different; even their weapons were custom-made.
Roy didn't hesitate to shove the M629 into his pants pocket. This gun would be his loot from now on.
Next, he had to deal with the computer. But looking at the loading screen on the computer monitor, Roy didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Evans, how should I deal with this computer?"
"Just take out the hard drive directly and take it with you. I can find someone to try and recover the hard drive!"
Why look for someone else? Niddy could probably do it.
Roy knew how to remove a hard drive. He forcefully opened the computer case and took out the hard drive inside.
"No! You can't do this! You'll get everyone killed!"
The manager, whose hands were broken, sat on the ground and still wanted to stop Roy, but Roy kicked him away.
"Don't worry, sir! We haven't settled our accounts yet. I'll immediately repeat what you've done to others on you."
After entering the basement, Roy had seen many cells, all filled with kidnapped people, each of them tortured beyond recognition.
And all of this was the work of the man in front of him.
This guy had a secret television station where he would broadcast the abuse of those who had been kidnapped every day. Most of them would be tortured to death on the spot, and those who survived and were locked in the cells were considered lucky.
If Roy hadn't come today, Keller Evans would probably have suffered the same fate.
The manager's pupils constricted, and he fell into endless fear.
"Kill me, please kill me! Please kill me now!"
Roy pulled the manager up and grabbed a wad of tissues from the table, stuffing it into his mouth.
"It's too late to regret it now! Receive your judgment!"
Tonight's live stream suddenly cut off, making a group of wealthy viewers quite annoyed. Just when they thought the broadcast was over, the picture suddenly returned.
But at this moment, the wealthy viewers discovered that the person hanging on the iron hook wasn't the beautiful woman from before, but a middle-aged man. Judging by his clothes, it seemed to be the previous host.
Was this a new program? The wealthy viewers quickly got their answer.
Smith & Wesson M629 Revolver