vncnus Chapter 62 Within 7 steps, the gun was both accurate and fast.
Chapter 62 Within 7 steps, the gun was both accurate and fast.
Looking at the arm that was thicker than her neck and the fist that was bigger than her head, the nurse swallowed hard.
Have you ever heard of the concepts of "benevolence" and "righteousness" from the great Eastern nation?
With the safety of the entire town at stake, Modi had no choice but to take the most direct and quickest measures.
That is, a threat.
"Ren (仁) is the skill of dividing a person into two parts."
He drew the sacrificial axe from his waist and chopped it down, the blade embedding itself in the wooden table.
The nurse's breathing became heavier, and the disgust in her eyes turned into fear.
"Righteousness is the skill of smashing one's head into one's chest."
He swung his fist, making a loud bang.
The force of the punch blew past, slapping the nurse's cheek until it stung.
"Now, tell me your choice: will you reveal everything, or will you appreciate these two ancient techniques?"
Those around witnessed this scene, but no one dared to step forward.
The Fear Aura is not just for show; besides, the will of these xenophobic townspeople is not strong.
"I, I'll talk."
Overwhelmed by fear, the nurse chose to tell the truth.
"Harrison Kent, he had been staying in this room, but a week ago, he suddenly disappeared."
She also found a file to prove the credibility of her statement.
Modi took the file, glanced at it, and immediately understood its contents.
"He had been in a coma since he moved in thirteen years ago until a week ago."
The person who paid for his hospital stay was a guy named Scott, and many people visited him during that time..."
"Who is this guy?" David raised an eyebrow.
To be able to stay in the hospital for so long and receive so many visits, one must be an important person.
He had been in Orlando for three years and served as sheriff for three years, yet he had never heard of this man's name.
Even just once.
"I don't know, the reason for his hospitalization is not mentioned in the file."
Modi shrugged.
"On the contrary, you've been a sheriff for so long, and you've never even heard of this person's name?"
"I've never heard of it; I guess they've been keeping it from me."
"They" naturally refers to the townspeople of Orlando.
David's intuition told him that they were likely plotting something clandestine, the kind of thing that had to be kept secret from outsiders.
He was also an investigator, having investigated several cases of esoteric Buddhist sacrifices.
Most of those cases occurred in remote areas, and the locals often kept secrets from outsiders.
"Fortunately, this file contains a list of visitors, and by following this list, we should be able to find those who know the truth."
His gaze swept over the names, and Modi locked onto the last few visitors.
As luck would have it, one of them was Mr. Scott, the man who provided the hospital fees; he was a well-known wealthy businessman in town.
"Let's go, let's visit Mr. Scott first, then the other guys on the list."
A subtle magical light flashed, and Mordy put away the list and left the hospital with David.
Less than two minutes after they left, a doctor with a gloomy face walked up to the front desk and questioned the nurse:
"Did you hand over the file to them?"
"No, that's right," the nurse said, bowing her head and speaking timidly. "They threatened to smash my head into my body if I didn't hand over the files."
"You damned piece of trash, do you really think they would do that? How dare they do that with so many people here?"
The doctor gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow.
"Besides, David is a sheriff; isn't he afraid of losing his job by doing this?"
After saying that, he slammed his fist on the table, leaving a deep fist mark on the wooden table.
"Since you've leaked the secret, then next time you'll be the sacrifice."
As soon as she finished speaking, two townspeople sitting nearby suddenly stood up and supported the nurse on either side.
The nurse struggled desperately, but to no avail.
"No, you can't, you can't do this! I'm completely loyal to the association, I want to see the president, I want to see the president—"
The people around watched this scene indifferently, and just like before, no one stepped forward.
This time, however, it wasn't out of fear, but because it was commonplace.
Apart from the two who had just been admitted to the hospital.
"Excuse me, you just mentioned the word 'sacrifice,' right? Am I correct?"
The hospital door was kicked open, and Mo Di, who had returned, coldly stared at the scene before him.
My gaze was fixed on the man in the white coat.
"I know you. You must be... Harrison's attending physician, Dr. Lister, am I right?"
"You...you didn't leave?"
Dr. Lister's brow furrowed even deeper; he couldn't understand why the two had returned at such a perfect moment.
She even happened to overhear what he said.
"We left, but we came back after hearing your words."
Modi smiled sneer. Before he left, he had deliberately left an eavesdropping spell here.
As is customary, after the investigators leave, the mastermind often appears in the spot where they were just standing.
He did it on a whim, and unexpectedly, it happened just in time.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me, who is standing behind you?" he demanded.
Dr. Lister, of course, would not do as he wished. Instead, his eyes narrowed and he said fiercely:
"Now that you know this secret, the only solution is to ensure you never have to speak about it again... Kill them!"
In the hospital lobby, all the townspeople stood up and lunged at the two men at the entrance with malice.
David's face darkened as he looked at the overwhelming number of enemies before him.
"Damn it, there are too many of them, we should hurry..."
"roar!"
This time, Mordi deliberately didn't activate the sound-absorbing barrier, and the huge gunshot, like a dragon's roar, instantly drowned out the sheriff's words.
The Dragonfire Shotgun spewed out crimson dragon breath, instantly shattering the upper bodies of several townspeople.
The minced flesh burned with blood and flames, splattering onto those who came after.
In an instant, they too were stained with blood flames, transforming into pillars of fire.
"ah--"
Wailing and screams echoed throughout the hospital.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. For a moment, they forgot to charge forward, and David forgot to run away.
But Modic did not stop.
Death Energy Bullets, no need to reload.
The spiritual fire cools down the temperature, so there's no fear of overheating.
He only needed to keep pulling the trigger, letting streams of bloody dragon breath flow from the muzzle of the gun.
In this way, enemies can be pulverized and burned to ashes.
In just a few seconds, the number of cult members on the field had decreased by more than half.
The ground was littered with rotting flesh burning with blood flames, as well as streams of blood that were also burning with blood flames.
The strong smell of blood even overpowered the smell of disinfectant, making the hospital lobby look like a terrifying hell.
One by one, sinful souls were dragged toward the dragon bone lantern, where they would be subjected to endless torment by the spirit fire.
As Mordy was getting into the swing of things, David grabbed his hand.
"What are you doing?!" he screamed. "This is a matter of dozens of lives!"
"Human lives? No, no, no." Modi shook his head. "I'm just eliminating pests. Only when they die can others live better."
"What did you say?"
He could hardly believe his ears; he never expected such cold words to come from the mouth of a Level 5 investigator.
How did someone like that become a Level 5 investigator?
Modi flung his hand away and glanced at the frightened sheriff, immediately realizing that he needed some ideological education.
Fortunately, here are some real-life examples, making it a good classroom.
"Oh, my dear David, it seems you don't agree with my approach."
His words reached David's ears clearly amidst the dragon's roar.
The middle-aged man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to speak with difficulty when a strong smell of blood filled his nostrils, causing him to swallow his words.
"You may see them as one of your own kind, but have you ever considered that they may not see you as one of their own kind?"
The killing continues, and so does the teaching.
"Think about it, they're the kind of people who sacrifice people. Do you think they'd treat you like one of their own when they sacrificed you?"
A wisp of spiritual fire burst forth from the dragon bone lantern at his waist, scorching the figures one by one.
"Listen to them, listen to how they view other people."
Without realizing it, David's thoughts followed Mordy's voice.
He calmed himself down, and the screams and dragon roars faded from his ears.
He began to listen to the voices of those sinful souls.
"My daughter, my wife, they should feel honored to be the bridge connecting us to our Lord! I am innocent, you cannot—"
"What crime have I committed? I merely killed a few damned strangers; this is the power my lord granted to his servants. I am innocent! Hmph!"
"You demons, sooner or later our Lord will bring judgment upon you all, and you will all... ugh!"
These sinful souls, even when tormented by the fires of the spirits, remain unrepentant, fantasizing that their god will take them away from hell.
Every word they uttered was like a sharp knife, piercing David's heart.
His beliefs, which he has held for over thirty years, are now facing a test.
"So, do you now think they deserve to die?"
Modi's voice seemed to come from the horizon, and he subconsciously responded.
"They... damn it!"
The moment he responded, he regained consciousness and was met with a hellish scene that made him gag.
"Very good, you have made your choice."
A large, warm hand patted David's back, and in that instant, the nausea left him, and he regained some strength.
Looking up, I saw the Level 5 investigator standing beside me, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
"You're the only one left."
Modi stepped through the flames and pools of blood, walking toward the trembling Dr. Lister.
"Once you're inside my lantern, I think you'll soon explain everything."
Just as he was less than seven steps away from Lister, the man suddenly sprang into action.
The expression on his face quickly changed from fear to ferocity.
"Within seven steps, the punches are swift!"
He pounced on Modi with the speed and precision of a cheetah striking its prey.
"roar!"
After a gunshot that rang out like a dragon's roar, the cheetah was reduced to a pile of minced meat.
"You probably haven't heard the other saying: 'From seven paces away, the gun is fast; within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast.'"