Chapter 322 - 298: Not Captured by the Surveillance! There Might Be a Monster

Chapter 322: Chapter 298: Not Captured by the Surveillance! There Might Be a Monster

Kevin and Feits were both stunned by the sight.

’How could one person possess so much strength?’

Then, to their horror, Vast’s skin began to thicken and darken, turning into something like a layer of keratin. His body also grew a size more muscular.

More importantly, a pair of sharp bull horns had sprouted from his forehead.

He had activated his Brute Bull beastification ability.

The sudden transformation stunned the men holding him down.

’When had they ever seen such a bizarre scene?’

"Wh-What’s happening to him?"

"Is he a monster?"

"Damn it..."

Seeing this bizarre scene, they began to panic. A terrifying force washed over them, and one by one, they were hit by an irresistible power and sent flying.

Kevin’s bodyguards and Feits’s men slammed into the walls one after another like cannonballs. The sound of breaking bones could even be heard.

This showed just how terrifying Vast’s power was after activating his beastification ability.

He kicked two who had fallen at his feet, sending them flying. Their chests caved in, and they died instantly.

"Bastard, what the hell are you?!" Feits roared, frantically pulling out his pistol. He aimed at Vast and repeatedly pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bullet after bullet slammed into Vast’s chest.

Feits immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

’With so many bullets, even a monster should be dead, right?’

But then, his expression turned grim as he stared at Vast.

The man hadn’t died.

The bullets that had struck his chest were lodged in his skin, with only blood trickling down.

’What kind of joke is this?’

’These are bullets!’

Before he could make another move, Vast had already charged in front of him and seized him by the neck.

"Don’t... I am..." Feits was terrified and hurriedly tried to announce his identity, but before he could finish speaking, Vast snapped his neck.

Before he died, his eyes were wide open, his gaze locked on Kevin, filled with hatred.

’Because this monster is obviously here for Kevin.’

’That bastard provoked a monster this terrifying and dragged me here to die with him.’

Kevin was scared stiff. He frantically shouted at Vast, "Don’t kill me! I don’t want the distributorship for the Xuanfeng Facial Mask anymore! I was wrong! Spare me..."

Vast shouted, full of killing intent: "You don’t seem to remember me. Right, you capitalists can casually ruin an underground fighter’s life and family. How could you possibly remember?"

The words "underground fighter" seemed to make Kevin realize something.

He turned and fled in terror. No matter how many people he’d casually ruined, certain keywords could always jog his memory.

Seeing this, Vast snorted coldly and lunged. He was behind Kevin in an instant, grabbing hold of him.

Then came a series of bone-cracking sounds, accompanied by horrific screams.

Kevin’s arms and legs were completely broken. Blood spurted everywhere in a gruesome display.

"Spare... spare me..." Kevin begged weakly, his face contorted in agony.

The only answer he received was Vast’s foot, which stomped down and snapped his neck.

Vast glanced at the men on the floor. The ones who were still alive had been scared witless by the scene and were desperately trying to crawl away. Vast executed them one by one.

’Now that I’ve shown my face, none of them can be left alive. Otherwise, they’ll bring trouble for me and the Governor.’

’Now that I’ve gotten my revenge, my life belongs to the Governor.’

A short while later.

Vast had dealt with everyone. He was now completely covered in blood.

He then dug the bullets out of his chest one by one. After finding some clothes belonging to Kevin and the others, he took a shower, changed, and left as if nothing had happened.

On his way out, he was extremely cautious, avoiding surveillance cameras so he wouldn’t be seen.

Until his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw a message: "Dumbass, the surveillance can’t see you."

"???" Swat was suddenly stunned.

’What does that mean?’

’The cameras can’t see me?’

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what it meant, and he knew who sent it.

He knew that in the Xuanfeng Alliance, there was a God of Hackers.

’The one who sent me this message must be the God of Hackers, right?’

’Did they block the cameras for me?’

...

Not long after, a hotel attendant pushing a cart passed the room and smelled the pungent stench of blood.

Seeing the wide-open door, she subconsciously looked into the room, and then a terrified scream rang out in the hotel.

The hotel staff were all alarmed, and then police officers arrived one after another, cordoning off the area.

When Feits’s identity was confirmed, all the police officers were shocked. They couldn’t afford to offend his family, so they hurriedly notified Feits’s family.

Soon, a group of imposing mobsters also appeared in the hotel. Seeing the floor littered with corpses, their expressions turned grim.

The leading mobster directly grabbed the neck of the police officer in charge and asked: "What the hell happened? Have you found out who did this?"

The police officer in charge said with a grim expression: "We checked the hotel’s surveillance. It didn’t capture anyone at all, and no one was seen entering the room. There are no signs of the surveillance footage being tampered with."

"Also, we checked outside the window and the rooftop, and there are no traces of any wall-climbing aids being used!"

"However, we found bloody bullets at the scene. We’ve also tested everyone’s blood, and we’ve found one more blood type than there are corpses."

"Meaning, one blood type belongs to the killer. The medical examiner is already analyzing it to determine which one it is and take it back for testing. There might be a clue."

Almost as he spoke, a medical examiner came in and said with a frown: "We’ve already identified which blood type doesn’t belong to these corpses."

At once, everyone looked at this medical examiner.

The police officer in charge asked doubtfully, "That fast? With so many blood samples? That seems impossible."

The medical examiner, however, said with a solemn expression, "It doesn’t seem to be human blood. Its metabolism is completely different from a normal person’s. That kind of metabolic rate... you’d only see that in monsters from the movies. What’s more, it seems the person was shot and was perfectly fine."

"What kind of joke is this?" the leading mobster roared.

A monster?

Are you trying to fool me?

What era are we in?

Even the police officer in charge thought the medical examiner was being unprofessional. ’How could that be possible?’

That mobster had already taken out his phone and made a call. This medical examiner was simply useless; he would naturally have his family find another one to come over.

An unknown amount of time passed before another medical examiner was practically dragged over and forced to test the blood.

But as he tested it, this medical examiner was stunned. "Are you kidding me? How is this human blood? If a human had this kind of blood, how could their body possibly handle it? Where did you get this blood from?"

This result stunned everyone, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

If one medical examiner says it, he might be incompetent. But now this very famous one they brought in is saying the same thing, so it must be the truth.

But how is that possible?

’There’s really a monster.’

Thinking about how the surveillance didn’t capture anyone entering the room, the officer in charge and the leading mobster subconsciously moved to the window, then looked at each other, bewildered.

’If there really is a monster, did it come in through the window?’

But this was the 9th floor, and there was no sign of any climbing equipment.

’And more importantly, he was shot and was fine!’

Both men swallowed nervously.

The leading mobster immediately looked at Kevin’s body, saw the obvious signs of torture, and asked: "Whose body is this?"

The police officer in charge explained: "He’s from the Beautiful Country, a young master of the Ruthie family. His death here is a problem. The Ruthie Group will protest."

The lead mobster, however, sneered, "It’s the Ruthie Group that’s in trouble. The killer was obviously targeting Kevin—that’s why he was tortured. Feits died because of this Ruthie Group associate. He won’t have died in vain."

"Uh!" The police officer in charge was stunned.

’So they’re not going after the killer, they’re going after the Ruthie family?’

’That makes no sense!’