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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0325_part_02
Chapter 775
chapter 0325 part 2
Whether in the Federation or other Countries, in some large companies, there are employees who come with their own resources. They often don't need to appear at the Company, but the resources behind them can bring unimaginable benefits to the Company.
Just like Harry Phil's existence, LockMart Company pays this Senior Vice President an annual salary of millions of US Dollars every year, not including commissions and partner dividends.
It is precisely because of the existence of this Senior Vice President that the firearms orders from the Federal Northern Military Region have always been in Lockheed Martin Corporation's pocket.
Even a powerful entity like Tang Group couldn't compete with LockMart in the Federal Northern Military Region's firearms procurement orders.
After exiting the Elevator, Harry Phil went straight to his Car. This young master's Car was a flashy red Porsche 911. Of course, this was just his Car for today.
In the garage of Harry Phil's luxurious Villa in Bethesda, there were at least a dozen super sports cars parked.
Vroom vroom—
The Porsche 911 sports car sped along the main road in Bethesda. Harry Phil's car stereo was blasting exciting rock music.
The reason he hastily ended his "work" in the Office with the female secretary he had only had for less than two weeks was that an exciting mysterious party was waiting for him.
It was a Mysterious Organization called "Hostel".
Every quarter, they held a mysterious sale in Bethesda. The items for sale were mostly young men and women.
Buyers could purchase these items to train and abuse them. If the buyer was a "good person" and couldn't bear to do it themselves, they could also command the Hostel's employees to abuse the purchased goods.
In addition to the purchase method, invited VIPs could also purchase the organs of the items separately: heart, kidneys, corneas, skin tissue. Every organ had a clearly marked price.
For second-generation rich kids like Harry Phil, luxury cars, watches, Famous Models, and even private jets and super yachts were just big toys they had grown tired of.
Ever since he attended a Hostel Auction, he had become obsessed with the thrill of torturing living people. Breaking a living person's limbs with an iron rod and listening to their painful wailing was far more satisfying for Harry than drugs.
The Porsche 911 quickly drove to an Outdoor Parking Lot. Here, Harry switched to an inconspicuous Ford Car. After driving twenty kilometers along the municipal Highway, Harry turned into a fork in the road. After driving less than two kilometers, he was stopped by a police car. Facing the two Federal Police, Harry skillfully pulled out a gold-embossed Invitation.
The White Person Police Officer took the Invitation, opened it, glanced at it, returned it to Harry, and waved him through, allowing him to pass.
Harry drove the Car skillfully to a relatively large Motel by the Roadside. Then, he took out a Halloween clown face mask from the Front Passenger Seat and put it on.
Harry opened the Car Door and just got out. At this moment, a pickup truck stopped beside him. Four young people, two men and two women, got out of the pickup truck. They looked like college students. One woman was holding a map, seemingly studying nearby attractions.
Harry was immediately attracted by the woman holding the map. Although the woman was looking down, her tight jeans outlined her straight and slender legs. Following her two slender beautiful legs upwards was a slender waist that could be held with one hand...
Harry's intense gaze seemed to be noticed by the woman. She put down the map in her hand and looked up at Harry.
When he saw the woman's exquisite face and gemstone-like eyes, Harry felt a fire burning in his heart. A voice screamed in his mind:
"I must have her, she is mine, I must get her, play with her cruelly, and destroy her—"
The woman seemed startled by the clown mask on Harry's face. She pulled her companion and walked towards the Motel. Harry kept staring at the woman's back for a long time, until she disappeared into the Motel, before he walked to a Secret Door in the Parking Lot and swiped the Invitation to open the Secret Door.
"Welcome, esteemed VIP, Hostel welcomes your arrival!"
A waiter wearing a pig's head mask was already waiting inside the Secret Door. Inside the Secret Door was a long Tunnel, a long downward Tunnel. On both sides were torch candelabras burning with bonfires, illuminating the Tunnel environment with a dim light.
Inside the Tunnel, every few meters stood a Big man wearing a Black Suit and also a pig's head mask. These Big men had bulges around their waists, and some even had Uzi submachine guns slung diagonally across their backs.
If Harry Phil observed carefully, he would find that this Stronghold of the Hostel seemed to be much more heavily guarded than usual. Unfortunately, at this moment, all his thoughts were occupied by the girl he had just seen.
He couldn't wait to get her, not a moment longer.
One should know that this was a Stronghold of the Hostel. Backpackers who came here were simply lambs delivered to the door for the Hostel.
If the Hostel were to send the girl to the Auction Stage, given the quality of this Prey, Harry believed she would definitely fetch a sky-high price. Even Harry couldn't guarantee that he would win the bid, after all, Harry had failed several times at previous Auctions.
There were plenty of guys with more money than him at this secret Auction.
Every Auction at the Hostel was conducted simultaneously offline and via live broadcast. Last time, Harry had his eyes on a princess who was said to be from the Middle East. He wanted to buy her back and train her to be a prostitute.
As a result, she was bought by a mysterious buyer from Japan for two million US Dollars more than his bid.
So Harry planned to use his status as a Hostel Senior VIP to order the Hostel to complete a hunt for him directly.
This was also a privilege for Senior VIPs within the Hostel.
Just as Harry was ordering the waiter wearing the pig's head mask to take him to see the Manager of this Hostel branch.
In a luxurious Room in the Hostel's Underground Castle.
The White Person Manager of this Hostel branch was currently nailed to a Cross on the Wall like the suffering Christ Jesus. Blood dripped from his hands and feet onto the expensive cashmere carpet on the Ground.
It looked like a masterpiece depicting the suffering of Jesus.
On the Sofa in the Room, a Big man wearing a leather jacket, with a bushy chest exposed, was puffing on a Cigar. Opposite him, a Person wrapped entirely in a Black Robe was watching the surveillance screen in the Room with interest.
On the other Wall of the Room was a surveillance screen divided into dozens of sections. These surveillance screens showed individual Bunker cells, where goods lured and kidnapped by the Hostel were held.
These goods included White People, People of East Asian Descent, Black People, Arab-Americans, and Latin Americans. It was clear that the Hostel had no racial discrimination when it came to doing business.
Most of these goods were young men and women. In the cells at this moment, some VIPs wearing masks and present in person were enjoying the pre-Auction revelry in the cells.
"Tsk tsk, compared to us dark creatures, humanity is even more terrifying. To be so cruel to their fellow humans, I think even the Demons in Hell are not much worse!"
The Black Robed Person's voice from under the Hood was sinister, hoarse, and sounded like a knife scraping, completely unlike a living person.
Whether in the Federation or other Countries, in some large companies, there are employees who come with their own resources. They often don't need to appear at the Company, but the resources behind them can bring unimaginable benefits to the Company.
Just like Harry Phil's existence, LockMart Company pays this Senior Vice President an annual salary of millions of US Dollars every year, not including commissions and partner dividends.
It is precisely because of the existence of this Senior Vice President that the firearms orders from the Federal Northern Military Region have always been in Lockheed Martin Corporation's pocket.
Even a powerful entity like Tang Group couldn't compete with LockMart in the Federal Northern Military Region's firearms procurement orders.
After exiting the Elevator, Harry Phil went straight to his Car. This young master's Car was a flashy red Porsche 911. Of course, this was just his Car for today.
In the garage of Harry Phil's luxurious Villa in Bethesda, there were at least a dozen super sports cars parked.
Vroom vroom—
The Porsche 911 sports car sped along the main road in Bethesda. Harry Phil's car stereo was blasting exciting rock music.
The reason he hastily ended his "work" in the Office with the female secretary he had only had for less than two weeks was that an exciting mysterious party was waiting for him.
It was a Mysterious Organization called "Hostel".
Every quarter, they held a mysterious sale in Bethesda. The items for sale were mostly young men and women.
Buyers could purchase these items to train and abuse them. If the buyer was a "good person" and couldn't bear to do it themselves, they could also command the Hostel's employees to abuse the purchased goods.
In addition to the purchase method, invited VIPs could also purchase the organs of the items separately: heart, kidneys, corneas, skin tissue. Every organ had a clearly marked price.
For second-generation rich kids like Harry Phil, luxury cars, watches, Famous Models, and even private jets and super yachts were just big toys they had grown tired of.
Ever since he attended a Hostel Auction, he had become obsessed with the thrill of torturing living people. Breaking a living person's limbs with an iron rod and listening to their painful wailing was far more satisfying for Harry than drugs.
The Porsche 911 quickly drove to an Outdoor Parking Lot. Here, Harry switched to an inconspicuous Ford Car. After driving twenty kilometers along the municipal Highway, Harry turned into a fork in the road. After driving less than two kilometers, he was stopped by a police car. Facing the two Federal Police, Harry skillfully pulled out a gold-embossed Invitation.
The White Person Police Officer took the Invitation, opened it, glanced at it, returned it to Harry, and waved him through, allowing him to pass.
Harry drove the Car skillfully to a relatively large Motel by the Roadside. Then, he took out a Halloween clown face mask from the Front Passenger Seat and put it on.
Harry opened the Car Door and just got out. At this moment, a pickup truck stopped beside him. Four young people, two men and two women, got out of the pickup truck. They looked like college students. One woman was holding a map, seemingly studying nearby attractions.
Harry was immediately attracted by the woman holding the map. Although the woman was looking down, her tight jeans outlined her straight and slender legs. Following her two slender beautiful legs upwards was a slender waist that could be held with one hand...
Harry's intense gaze seemed to be noticed by the woman. She put down the map in her hand and looked up at Harry.
When he saw the woman's exquisite face and gemstone-like eyes, Harry felt a fire burning in his heart. A voice screamed in his mind:
"I must have her, she is mine, I must get her, play with her cruelly, and destroy her—"
The woman seemed startled by the clown mask on Harry's face. She pulled her companion and walked towards the Motel. Harry kept staring at the woman's back for a long time, until she disappeared into the Motel, before he walked to a Secret Door in the Parking Lot and swiped the Invitation to open the Secret Door.
"Welcome, esteemed VIP, Hostel welcomes your arrival!"
A waiter wearing a pig's head mask was already waiting inside the Secret Door. Inside the Secret Door was a long Tunnel, a long downward Tunnel. On both sides were torch candelabras burning with bonfires, illuminating the Tunnel environment with a dim light.
Inside the Tunnel, every few meters stood a Big man wearing a Black Suit and also a pig's head mask. These Big men had bulges around their waists, and some even had Uzi submachine guns slung diagonally across their backs.
If Harry Phil observed carefully, he would find that this Stronghold of the Hostel seemed to be much more heavily guarded than usual. Unfortunately, at this moment, all his thoughts were occupied by the girl he had just seen.
He couldn't wait to get her, not a moment longer.
One should know that this was a Stronghold of the Hostel. Backpackers who came here were simply lambs delivered to the door for the Hostel.
If the Hostel were to send the girl to the Auction Stage, given the quality of this Prey, Harry believed she would definitely fetch a sky-high price. Even Harry couldn't guarantee that he would win the bid, after all, Harry had failed several times at previous Auctions.
There were plenty of guys with more money than him at this secret Auction.
Every Auction at the Hostel was conducted simultaneously offline and via live broadcast. Last time, Harry had his eyes on a princess who was said to be from the Middle East. He wanted to buy her back and train her to be a prostitute.
As a result, she was bought by a mysterious buyer from Japan for two million US Dollars more than his bid.
So Harry planned to use his status as a Hostel Senior VIP to order the Hostel to complete a hunt for him directly.
This was also a privilege for Senior VIPs within the Hostel.
Just as Harry was ordering the waiter wearing the pig's head mask to take him to see the Manager of this Hostel branch.
In a luxurious Room in the Hostel's Underground Castle.
The White Person Manager of this Hostel branch was currently nailed to a Cross on the Wall like the suffering Christ Jesus. Blood dripped from his hands and feet onto the expensive cashmere carpet on the Ground.
It looked like a masterpiece depicting the suffering of Jesus.
On the Sofa in the Room, a Big man wearing a leather jacket, with a bushy chest exposed, was puffing on a Cigar. Opposite him, a Person wrapped entirely in a Black Robe was watching the surveillance screen in the Room with interest.
On the other Wall of the Room was a surveillance screen divided into dozens of sections. These surveillance screens showed individual Bunker cells, where goods lured and kidnapped by the Hostel were held.
These goods included White People, People of East Asian Descent, Black People, Arab-Americans, and Latin Americans. It was clear that the Hostel had no racial discrimination when it came to doing business.
Most of these goods were young men and women. In the cells at this moment, some VIPs wearing masks and present in person were enjoying the pre-Auction revelry in the cells.
"Tsk tsk, compared to us dark creatures, humanity is even more terrifying. To be so cruel to their fellow humans, I think even the Demons in Hell are not much worse!"
The Black Robed Person's voice from under the Hood was sinister, hoarse, and sounded like a knife scraping, completely unlike a living person.
