Martin raised both hands and roared, “We will make him the first sacrifice of the ‘Slaughter Legion’ tonight, the first rich man to wail before us tonight! Come on, warriors, come on, warriors, it’s time for those sons-of-bitches, the rich, to feel our wrath. Haha, come on, come on, tonight’s night of slaughter belongs to us, belongs to our Slaughter Legion! We are saints, saints representing the poor, entrusted by the Lord. Tonight, we carry out our judgment!”

“Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!”

More than five hundred people rushed into the villa district. Each villa in this area had already activated its security systems, turning into small fortresses. Traditional weapons like guns were naturally unable to break through these villas. However, the “Slaughter Legion” was truly prepared tonight—almost everyone had two strings of grenades hanging from them, and some were even carrying explosives.

According to government regulations, only firearms below a certain caliber are allowed on the Night of Slaughter, and explosives are strictly prohibited. Using them is not allowed; otherwise, violators will be held legally responsible. After the Night of Slaughter ends, the military will hunt down those who broke the rules. But these “Slaughter Legion” saints had long since ignored the government’s regulations. Tonight, they only intended to vent their dissatisfaction with the rich to the fullest, without caring about tomorrow or the future. Besides, if they didn’t use these explosives, there was no way to break open the “shells” the rich lived in—how else could they threaten those who thought themselves safe and sound?

……

“You are a bunch of devils!”

In the basement, David Scott finished dressing his wife and daughter, lowered his head, and slowly walked toward Ryan Carter. His voice was low, but carried a desperate resolve.

“Heh, I don’t know if we’re devils, but if you take one more step forward, your whole family will become ghosts. Then, I’ll defile your wife and daughter’s corpses—even if they’re already dead, I’ll do everything I can to desecrate them.”

Ryan Carter’s voice was equally low. He held a pistol in his hand, and as he spoke, he stared calmly at David Scott, exerting immense pressure and a powerful sense of conviction. It truly made one believe that if he said it, he would do it.

David Scott’s lips moved a few times, but his feet had already stopped. He didn’t dare, and couldn’t risk his family’s lives and dignity gambling with this demon. Because David Scott didn’t know if, after his own death, these devils would be directly wiped out by the “Lord God.” Otherwise, David Scott might really have chosen to kill himself and take them down together.

“Sit down and stay put. Your family still needs you.”

First hard, then soft—Ryan Carter was confident in using such details to guide people’s emotions at these critical moments.

David Scott swallowed, and in the end, returned to his wife and children, kissing each of their foreheads in turn, comforting them.

Meanwhile, outside the basement in the villa, Mr. Harris, who was watching the surveillance monitors in the study, suddenly stood up from his chair. His face was dark and grim, because he saw a dense crowd of people outside his villa, armed and even carrying explosives.

With such a scene, it was impossible for Mr. Harris not to panic. He had only been through three mission worlds, and hadn’t earned many rewards—each time, he barely completed the main mission. So his enhancements weren’t high, and even now, ordinary firearms were still a great threat to him. Yet even so, Mr. Harris was still the leader of the China team, which showed just how weak the team currently was.

If this China team faced an attack from hundreds of armed people, their chances of survival were slim!

“Grace Bennett, Grace Clark, something’s happened!”

Mr. Harris’s voice came from the study. Grace Bennett and David Clark, who had been lying on the sofa in the living room eating, exchanged glances and quickly ran to the study. Knowing Mr. Harris, if something extremely serious hadn’t happened, he would never lose his composure like this.

When Grace Bennett and David Clark entered the study and saw the images on the monitors, both of their faces showed utter shock. Especially David Clark, who pointed at the people holding explosives on the screen and exclaimed in terror:

“Explosives, grenades?”

Grace Bennett’s eyes were full of fear and disbelief, and he couldn’t help but mutter, “He was telling the truth? He was telling the truth? This villa is really going to be blown up!”

Perhaps because he’d been so unsettled by the situation, Mr. Harris only now remembered what Ryan Carter had said earlier—that this villa would be blown up and everyone should leave immediately. Before, they’d thought he was being paranoid, but now reality proved that Ryan Carter was indeed right.

“Where’s Ryan Carter?” Mr. Harris asked urgently.

“In... in the basement, he’s guarding David Scott’s family in the basement,” David Clark replied.