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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0325_part_03
Chapter 776
chapter 0325 part 3
He watched the surveillance screen, where a White Person woman, who seemed to be in her fifties based on her bloated figure, was wearing a mask. She was using a small blade to slowly cut the face of a young woman on the Operating Table.
The young woman did not seem to have been injected with anesthetic, and had even been injected with adrenaline to keep her abnormally awake.
The young woman's painful wailing and the fat woman's triumphant maniacal laughter and curses were clearly transmitted through the surveillance screen.
Fifty thousand US Dollars, this was the price offered by the Hostel. As long as you were willing to spend fifty thousand US Dollars, a young piece of goods was yours to deal with.
And this fat woman, the wife of a Federation Senior Official, was one of the VIPs of this Hostel.
Her greatest hobby was torturing and killing women who were younger and more beautiful than her.
The goods in the Hostel came from all over the World. They had Strongholds all over the World.
As for the specific source of these goods, they came from refugees and Stowaways from all over the World, as well as backpackers and tourists who went missing during travel.
Especially young students and beautiful single women were often their hunting targets, as these types of goods were more popular at Auctions.
For this, they had a mature hunting procedure. To deal with young women, they would often send handsome hunters to lure the target to Bars, nightclubs, or even fitting rooms.
By the time their companions or boyfriends noticed, suddenly realizing, "Where is my wife (girlfriend)?"
By then, they had already been put into iron cages and transported back to the Hostel, waiting to be auctioned.
Similarly, for men, they would also send young and beautiful women, making you think it was a romantic encounter. Little did you know, after a drink, when you woke up, you would be restrained on a chopping block.
They would conduct a physical examination of the Prey immediately. This examination report would be directly uploaded to their VIPs for selection. If the Prey unfortunately matched the sick relatives or friends of these VIPs who urgently needed a match, the Hostel would have a specialized Doctor perform organ transplant surgery on the Prey.
These cut-out organs would be stored in insulated boxes and delivered to the paying VIPs as soon as possible.
Watching another surveillance screen, a young man was fixed with shackles, with only half of his skull exposed. A man was holding a chainsaw, seemingly wanting to saw off half of the man's skull.
On the table next to him, there seemed to be a pot of boiling water and a silver spoon.
At this moment, even the Black Wizard couldn't help but be impressed by humanity's cruelty.
"You humans, wasn't Councilor Cooke once human?" The Big man in the leather jacket puffed on his Cigar, exhaling smoke, his gaze fixed on Harry Phil's every move through the surveillance.
"Two hundred years ago, yes. But the moment I chose to transform myself into a half-demon, I abandoned my human identity!"
Under the Black Robe, the Black Wizard's eyes flickered with scarlet radiance.
"For immortality?" The Big man in the leather jacket couldn't help but ask.
The Black Wizard retorted, "Isn't that reason enough?"
"Back then, I contracted the Black Death. Two hundred years ago in Europe, people who got the Black Death had no other choice but Death. There was no treatment. A group of us patients were driven like dogs into a village. They piled up firewood outside, wanting to burn us alive!"
The Black Wizard's voice was hoarse but abnormally calm, as if he was telling someone else's story. "Later, I found a wooden box in a dry well in the village. Inside was a Black Wizard's notebook, recording the Black Wizard's research and the taboo magic arts of transforming living people into Demons. Unfortunately, my Master, whom I had never met, seems to have been sent to the pyre by The Church!
Heh, it's truly hard to imagine that we dark creatures would one day become allies with The Church!"
The Black Wizard shook his head. In recent years, he felt he was falling behind the times.
He found it hard to imagine that one day, the Dark Council would cooperate with The Church.
The method of cooperation was simple: the Dark Council would provide the manpower—Werewolves, Vampires, malevolent spirits, shapeshifters. These dark creatures would be responsible for scaring people, while The Church would be responsible for exorcism and harvesting faith.
This method of expanding faith was something the Black Wizard had never seen, even after living for over two hundred years.
There was a legend that the Behind-the-scenes Big Boss of The Church and the Dark Council was the same person.
Curry originally didn't believe this legend. In his opinion, the Behind-the-scenes Big Boss of The Church was the legendary God. Even dark creatures were inherently fearful of this sole Western God and had never imagined that one day, He would be pulled down from the altar, or even possibly killed!
It wasn't until Curry became a Councillor of the new Dark Council. After becoming a Councillor of the new Dark Council, Curry gained access to a core aspect of the Dark Council. He followed Speaker Selene to Hell. It was a Hell Abyss ruled by the Dark Council.
When he saw tens of millions of hell creatures toiling away, Curry finally realized the terror of the Man behind the new Dark Council and Speaker Selene.
As reward for his loyalty, the demon blood in Curry's body was replaced with the blood of a Hell Lord, and his strength instantly surged more than ten times.
Councillor Curry, who had completed the blood exchange, became a staunch supporter and loyal dog of Speaker Selene upon returning to the Reality World.
This was also the mission assigned by the Big Boss, the reason Curry was here.
Otherwise, Harry Phil, a mere Ordinary Person, would not have alarmed two Councillors of the new Dark Council.
That's right, the Big man in the leather jacket sitting in the Room smoking a Cigar was also a Councillor. He was from the Werewolf Clan in New York and was Lucien's Deputy.
Not only them, but hundreds of dark creatures were gathered in this controlled Hostel.
As for the original employees of the Hostel, they were either nailed to Crosses like the original Manager or locked in the cells originally prepared for the goods, enduring the torture of the VIP Guests.
No one expected that everyone currently in the Hostel was impersonated by Shapeshifters and Werewolves.
And the arrangement of this trap was simply because of a single sentence from the Big Boss.
"He took a liking to the decoy, so satisfy him. Plan changed!"
The Big man in the leather jacket put down his communicator and smiled strangely at Curry. "Plan canceled. We don't need to prepare for this damn Auction anymore. That human kid took a liking to the decoy we prepared. He used his VIP Clearance and wants the Hostel to help him directly arrest the Prey!"
(end of chapter)
He watched the surveillance screen, where a White Person woman, who seemed to be in her fifties based on her bloated figure, was wearing a mask. She was using a small blade to slowly cut the face of a young woman on the Operating Table.
The young woman did not seem to have been injected with anesthetic, and had even been injected with adrenaline to keep her abnormally awake.
The young woman's painful wailing and the fat woman's triumphant maniacal laughter and curses were clearly transmitted through the surveillance screen.
Fifty thousand US Dollars, this was the price offered by the Hostel. As long as you were willing to spend fifty thousand US Dollars, a young piece of goods was yours to deal with.
And this fat woman, the wife of a Federation Senior Official, was one of the VIPs of this Hostel.
Her greatest hobby was torturing and killing women who were younger and more beautiful than her.
The goods in the Hostel came from all over the World. They had Strongholds all over the World.
As for the specific source of these goods, they came from refugees and Stowaways from all over the World, as well as backpackers and tourists who went missing during travel.
Especially young students and beautiful single women were often their hunting targets, as these types of goods were more popular at Auctions.
For this, they had a mature hunting procedure. To deal with young women, they would often send handsome hunters to lure the target to Bars, nightclubs, or even fitting rooms.
By the time their companions or boyfriends noticed, suddenly realizing, "Where is my wife (girlfriend)?"
By then, they had already been put into iron cages and transported back to the Hostel, waiting to be auctioned.
Similarly, for men, they would also send young and beautiful women, making you think it was a romantic encounter. Little did you know, after a drink, when you woke up, you would be restrained on a chopping block.
They would conduct a physical examination of the Prey immediately. This examination report would be directly uploaded to their VIPs for selection. If the Prey unfortunately matched the sick relatives or friends of these VIPs who urgently needed a match, the Hostel would have a specialized Doctor perform organ transplant surgery on the Prey.
These cut-out organs would be stored in insulated boxes and delivered to the paying VIPs as soon as possible.
Watching another surveillance screen, a young man was fixed with shackles, with only half of his skull exposed. A man was holding a chainsaw, seemingly wanting to saw off half of the man's skull.
On the table next to him, there seemed to be a pot of boiling water and a silver spoon.
At this moment, even the Black Wizard couldn't help but be impressed by humanity's cruelty.
"You humans, wasn't Councilor Cooke once human?" The Big man in the leather jacket puffed on his Cigar, exhaling smoke, his gaze fixed on Harry Phil's every move through the surveillance.
"Two hundred years ago, yes. But the moment I chose to transform myself into a half-demon, I abandoned my human identity!"
Under the Black Robe, the Black Wizard's eyes flickered with scarlet radiance.
"For immortality?" The Big man in the leather jacket couldn't help but ask.
The Black Wizard retorted, "Isn't that reason enough?"
"Back then, I contracted the Black Death. Two hundred years ago in Europe, people who got the Black Death had no other choice but Death. There was no treatment. A group of us patients were driven like dogs into a village. They piled up firewood outside, wanting to burn us alive!"
The Black Wizard's voice was hoarse but abnormally calm, as if he was telling someone else's story. "Later, I found a wooden box in a dry well in the village. Inside was a Black Wizard's notebook, recording the Black Wizard's research and the taboo magic arts of transforming living people into Demons. Unfortunately, my Master, whom I had never met, seems to have been sent to the pyre by The Church!
Heh, it's truly hard to imagine that we dark creatures would one day become allies with The Church!"
The Black Wizard shook his head. In recent years, he felt he was falling behind the times.
He found it hard to imagine that one day, the Dark Council would cooperate with The Church.
The method of cooperation was simple: the Dark Council would provide the manpower—Werewolves, Vampires, malevolent spirits, shapeshifters. These dark creatures would be responsible for scaring people, while The Church would be responsible for exorcism and harvesting faith.
This method of expanding faith was something the Black Wizard had never seen, even after living for over two hundred years.
There was a legend that the Behind-the-scenes Big Boss of The Church and the Dark Council was the same person.
Curry originally didn't believe this legend. In his opinion, the Behind-the-scenes Big Boss of The Church was the legendary God. Even dark creatures were inherently fearful of this sole Western God and had never imagined that one day, He would be pulled down from the altar, or even possibly killed!
It wasn't until Curry became a Councillor of the new Dark Council. After becoming a Councillor of the new Dark Council, Curry gained access to a core aspect of the Dark Council. He followed Speaker Selene to Hell. It was a Hell Abyss ruled by the Dark Council.
When he saw tens of millions of hell creatures toiling away, Curry finally realized the terror of the Man behind the new Dark Council and Speaker Selene.
As reward for his loyalty, the demon blood in Curry's body was replaced with the blood of a Hell Lord, and his strength instantly surged more than ten times.
Councillor Curry, who had completed the blood exchange, became a staunch supporter and loyal dog of Speaker Selene upon returning to the Reality World.
This was also the mission assigned by the Big Boss, the reason Curry was here.
Otherwise, Harry Phil, a mere Ordinary Person, would not have alarmed two Councillors of the new Dark Council.
That's right, the Big man in the leather jacket sitting in the Room smoking a Cigar was also a Councillor. He was from the Werewolf Clan in New York and was Lucien's Deputy.
Not only them, but hundreds of dark creatures were gathered in this controlled Hostel.
As for the original employees of the Hostel, they were either nailed to Crosses like the original Manager or locked in the cells originally prepared for the goods, enduring the torture of the VIP Guests.
No one expected that everyone currently in the Hostel was impersonated by Shapeshifters and Werewolves.
And the arrangement of this trap was simply because of a single sentence from the Big Boss.
"He took a liking to the decoy, so satisfy him. Plan changed!"
The Big man in the leather jacket put down his communicator and smiled strangely at Curry. "Plan canceled. We don't need to prepare for this damn Auction anymore. That human kid took a liking to the decoy we prepared. He used his VIP Clearance and wants the Hostel to help him directly arrest the Prey!"
(end of chapter)
