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Chapter 777
chapter 0326 part 1
Chapter 325: Trojan Plan, Military Police
"Sir, are you really not considering attending this auction?" The attendant wearing a pig head mask and a black tuxedo stood beside Harry Phil, promoting, "There are quite a few good items up for auction this time!"
Harry Phil's gaze hadn't left the bulging sack for a moment. Only when the two strong men closed the trunk did he shift his gaze and shake his head at the attendant:
"I've already acquired the best piece of art. Now it's time to go back and properly appreciate and play with it!"
An attendant from the Inn came before Harry Phil, holding a pile of small toys such as spiked collars, shackles, spiked leather whips, and so on.
The attendant wearing the pig head mask extended a hand and gestured, saying, "Sir, these are some small toys from our Inn for you!"
Harry Phil looked at the pile of toys and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "Thank your manager for me."
Harry Phil finished and added with some heartache, "However, your price, five million US dollars, your Inn's way of ripping people off is as ruthless as ever!"
The face behind the attendant's mask showed no expression. He bowed slightly and said, "VIP, you should understand the reason behind value for money. I believe with the quality of this merchandise, if it were put up for auction, its value would far exceed five million US dollars!"
Harry Phil took out his car key and waved his hand. "My vision is beyond doubt!" Holding the car key, Harry Phil impatiently walked towards his car, wanting to hurry back and enjoy the spoils of war he bought for five million US dollars.
"Oh, right, you'd best handle the aftermath cleanly! I don't want to see any incidents happen!" Before opening the car door and getting in, Harry Phil turned back to look at the Pig Head Attendant.
The Pig Head Mask Attendant bowed slightly. "Please rest assured, VIP. Our Inn has always been very professional and has never made a mistake! You should know that our guests are all Important Figures with influence like you! Many matters can be suppressed!"
Hearing this, Harry Phil nodded, got in the car, closed the door, started the engine, put it in gear, and stepped on the accelerator, leaving the Motel.
In a room on the second floor of the Motel, two shadows stood side by side by the window, gazing out, until the taillights of the black Ford car gradually disappeared on the Highway.
"Do you think this human kid can handle it? That's a succubus!"
The Leather-clad Man raised his hand and rubbed his finger joints with a crackling sound, chuckling strangely.
Black Wizard Curry also let out a strange cackle from his mouth. "The Big Boss's intention is to completely ruin the Phil Family's reputation. Before the Big Boss gets tired of playing, this human should be able to keep his life, but his fate is already sealed!"
This succubus is a true pure-blooded demon from Hell. I'm afraid in the end, this human's physical body and even soul will be completely devoured.
"How should this place be handled?" Black Wizard Curry looked at the Leather-clad Man!
The Leather-clad Man licked his thumb. "I've already given the order. To prevent them from causing trouble, this so-called Hostel will cease to exist after today!"
In the Underground Castle of the Motel, Werewolf Men wearing pig head masks opened the Cells and held down the original employees of the Hostel. Their sharp wolf claws easily tore open the throats of these people.
Gurgle, gurgle.
Fresh blood kept flowing from their throats. As air entered their windpipes, it made sounds like a hen clucking.
These Werewolf Men held these people down steadily, motionless, until the blood on their bodies drained dry, as easily as killing a chicken.
Several Black Wizards holding crystal balls stepped forward, chanting spells. Streaks of gray-black mist shot out from these corpses and were absorbed into the crystal balls.
Grabbing the drained and soul-processed corpses, these Werewolf Men quickly packed them into sacks.
Several Black Wizards stepped forward and drew magic runes on the ground. Soon, hellfire burned on the ground, and skeleton bone claws extended from it, pulling the sacks inside.
Meanwhile, across Europe and a dozen cities in the Federation, the Branches of the Hostel.
A series of massacres were happening simultaneously.
In Slovakia, Europe, located in a Hotel in a small town like a paradise, it was hard to imagine that this was the Headquarters of the bloody Hostel.
In a clump of bushes around the Hotel, three Gunmen from the Inn with bulging waistlines were cautiously guarding the surroundings.
A black shadow suddenly appeared behind the three. The black shadow extended its hands and easily snapped the necks of two Gunmen, then wrapped its arms around the last person's neck and extended sharp fangs, biting down hard.
As the Headquarters of the Hostel, there were naturally more than just three Hidden Sentries in this small town.
It could be said that the small town was full of their Informants.
And a massacre had already begun in this seemingly idyllic small town. Streaks of black shadows crept towards various parts of the small town, and sharp blades slit their necks.
The hissing sound of blood spurting from arteries began to spread in the silent night.
"Who are you people? I warn you, the Inn is backed by countless Important Figures you can't imagine. No matter who you are, you will be crushed into dust by this strength!"
Inside the Hotel, numerous corpses lay scattered horizontally and vertically. There were two deep holes in the necks of these corpses, and their bodies were pale, indicating that the blood on their bodies had been sucked dry.
Inside the Hotel, a group of seemingly elegant men and women were searching for survivors in the Hotel. Their pale faces wore elegant yet cruel smiles.
"Thud!"
In a Corner of the Hotel, an elegant gentleman pushed away the woman in his arms, letting the blood-drained corpse fall onto the carpet. He took out a white handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.
Facing the so-called Boss of the Inn who was trembling even while speaking, he opened his mouth wide, revealing two sharp vampire fangs, and grinned ferociously: "Oh, important figures, I really don't know what important figures can compare to our Dark Council..."
The Mastermind of the Hostel stared dumbfounded at the two large bat wings unfolding behind the man. "My God!"
"God! The God now is our Behind-the-scenes Big Boss!" The man flapping his bat wings threw away the handkerchief, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Kill him!"
A Vampire pounced, held down the neck of the elderly white man, and plunged his fangs in fiercely.
"With the cooperation of the angels from The Church, the Breach has currently been effectively controlled!"
On the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Maria Hill stood with her arms crossed in front of the Command Platform of the warship, looking at the combat footage captured by the satellite imagery, showing the operations around the world to contain the Breach.
On the European Main Battlefield, the appearance of the dense Angelic Legion greatly alleviated the manpower pressure on the National Government.
With their hands freed, the Human Government concentrated its superior force and, in cooperation with the Ancient Titan Behemoths, fought several successful counterattacks.
Through the sampling and analysis of the biological tissue of these Alien Giant Beasts jointly conducted by Oscorp and Tang Group, a method to cross the Breach was found. As long as a layer of the Alien Giant Beast's flesh and skin membrane was covered on the outside of the body, it could deceive the Breach's identification.
A counterattack plan, led by the World Security Council and executed by S.H.I.E.L.D., thus unfolded.
Humanity planned to use twenty nuclear warheads with a yield of tens of millions of tons, wrapped in the flesh and blood of killed Kaiju, to create twenty Trojan Bombs.
These Trojan Bombs would be pushed by Tang Group's Iron Soldiers and would be pushed into the Breach simultaneously, aiming to wipe out the alien civilization on the other side in one fell swoop. This was the most powerful technology weapon humanity could produce.
At this time, on the satellite cloud map, in front of the wormholes around the world, in addition to the angels, the World Security Council countries deployed a large amount of military force, beginning preparations for the implementation of the Trojan Plan.
"Whoosh"
Tony Stark, wearing the most advanced Mark battlegear, swept down from above the clouds. Behind him was a Super Legion composed of hundreds of Iron Suits.
The artificial intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S. was multitasking, assisting Tony in commanding his Mech Legion.
Looking at the Kaiju swaggering on the sea surface,
Chapter 325: Trojan Plan, Military Police
"Sir, are you really not considering attending this auction?" The attendant wearing a pig head mask and a black tuxedo stood beside Harry Phil, promoting, "There are quite a few good items up for auction this time!"
Harry Phil's gaze hadn't left the bulging sack for a moment. Only when the two strong men closed the trunk did he shift his gaze and shake his head at the attendant:
"I've already acquired the best piece of art. Now it's time to go back and properly appreciate and play with it!"
An attendant from the Inn came before Harry Phil, holding a pile of small toys such as spiked collars, shackles, spiked leather whips, and so on.
The attendant wearing the pig head mask extended a hand and gestured, saying, "Sir, these are some small toys from our Inn for you!"
Harry Phil looked at the pile of toys and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "Thank your manager for me."
Harry Phil finished and added with some heartache, "However, your price, five million US dollars, your Inn's way of ripping people off is as ruthless as ever!"
The face behind the attendant's mask showed no expression. He bowed slightly and said, "VIP, you should understand the reason behind value for money. I believe with the quality of this merchandise, if it were put up for auction, its value would far exceed five million US dollars!"
Harry Phil took out his car key and waved his hand. "My vision is beyond doubt!" Holding the car key, Harry Phil impatiently walked towards his car, wanting to hurry back and enjoy the spoils of war he bought for five million US dollars.
"Oh, right, you'd best handle the aftermath cleanly! I don't want to see any incidents happen!" Before opening the car door and getting in, Harry Phil turned back to look at the Pig Head Attendant.
The Pig Head Mask Attendant bowed slightly. "Please rest assured, VIP. Our Inn has always been very professional and has never made a mistake! You should know that our guests are all Important Figures with influence like you! Many matters can be suppressed!"
Hearing this, Harry Phil nodded, got in the car, closed the door, started the engine, put it in gear, and stepped on the accelerator, leaving the Motel.
In a room on the second floor of the Motel, two shadows stood side by side by the window, gazing out, until the taillights of the black Ford car gradually disappeared on the Highway.
"Do you think this human kid can handle it? That's a succubus!"
The Leather-clad Man raised his hand and rubbed his finger joints with a crackling sound, chuckling strangely.
Black Wizard Curry also let out a strange cackle from his mouth. "The Big Boss's intention is to completely ruin the Phil Family's reputation. Before the Big Boss gets tired of playing, this human should be able to keep his life, but his fate is already sealed!"
This succubus is a true pure-blooded demon from Hell. I'm afraid in the end, this human's physical body and even soul will be completely devoured.
"How should this place be handled?" Black Wizard Curry looked at the Leather-clad Man!
The Leather-clad Man licked his thumb. "I've already given the order. To prevent them from causing trouble, this so-called Hostel will cease to exist after today!"
In the Underground Castle of the Motel, Werewolf Men wearing pig head masks opened the Cells and held down the original employees of the Hostel. Their sharp wolf claws easily tore open the throats of these people.
Gurgle, gurgle.
Fresh blood kept flowing from their throats. As air entered their windpipes, it made sounds like a hen clucking.
These Werewolf Men held these people down steadily, motionless, until the blood on their bodies drained dry, as easily as killing a chicken.
Several Black Wizards holding crystal balls stepped forward, chanting spells. Streaks of gray-black mist shot out from these corpses and were absorbed into the crystal balls.
Grabbing the drained and soul-processed corpses, these Werewolf Men quickly packed them into sacks.
Several Black Wizards stepped forward and drew magic runes on the ground. Soon, hellfire burned on the ground, and skeleton bone claws extended from it, pulling the sacks inside.
Meanwhile, across Europe and a dozen cities in the Federation, the Branches of the Hostel.
A series of massacres were happening simultaneously.
In Slovakia, Europe, located in a Hotel in a small town like a paradise, it was hard to imagine that this was the Headquarters of the bloody Hostel.
In a clump of bushes around the Hotel, three Gunmen from the Inn with bulging waistlines were cautiously guarding the surroundings.
A black shadow suddenly appeared behind the three. The black shadow extended its hands and easily snapped the necks of two Gunmen, then wrapped its arms around the last person's neck and extended sharp fangs, biting down hard.
As the Headquarters of the Hostel, there were naturally more than just three Hidden Sentries in this small town.
It could be said that the small town was full of their Informants.
And a massacre had already begun in this seemingly idyllic small town. Streaks of black shadows crept towards various parts of the small town, and sharp blades slit their necks.
The hissing sound of blood spurting from arteries began to spread in the silent night.
"Who are you people? I warn you, the Inn is backed by countless Important Figures you can't imagine. No matter who you are, you will be crushed into dust by this strength!"
Inside the Hotel, numerous corpses lay scattered horizontally and vertically. There were two deep holes in the necks of these corpses, and their bodies were pale, indicating that the blood on their bodies had been sucked dry.
Inside the Hotel, a group of seemingly elegant men and women were searching for survivors in the Hotel. Their pale faces wore elegant yet cruel smiles.
"Thud!"
In a Corner of the Hotel, an elegant gentleman pushed away the woman in his arms, letting the blood-drained corpse fall onto the carpet. He took out a white handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.
Facing the so-called Boss of the Inn who was trembling even while speaking, he opened his mouth wide, revealing two sharp vampire fangs, and grinned ferociously: "Oh, important figures, I really don't know what important figures can compare to our Dark Council..."
The Mastermind of the Hostel stared dumbfounded at the two large bat wings unfolding behind the man. "My God!"
"God! The God now is our Behind-the-scenes Big Boss!" The man flapping his bat wings threw away the handkerchief, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Kill him!"
A Vampire pounced, held down the neck of the elderly white man, and plunged his fangs in fiercely.
"With the cooperation of the angels from The Church, the Breach has currently been effectively controlled!"
On the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Maria Hill stood with her arms crossed in front of the Command Platform of the warship, looking at the combat footage captured by the satellite imagery, showing the operations around the world to contain the Breach.
On the European Main Battlefield, the appearance of the dense Angelic Legion greatly alleviated the manpower pressure on the National Government.
With their hands freed, the Human Government concentrated its superior force and, in cooperation with the Ancient Titan Behemoths, fought several successful counterattacks.
Through the sampling and analysis of the biological tissue of these Alien Giant Beasts jointly conducted by Oscorp and Tang Group, a method to cross the Breach was found. As long as a layer of the Alien Giant Beast's flesh and skin membrane was covered on the outside of the body, it could deceive the Breach's identification.
A counterattack plan, led by the World Security Council and executed by S.H.I.E.L.D., thus unfolded.
Humanity planned to use twenty nuclear warheads with a yield of tens of millions of tons, wrapped in the flesh and blood of killed Kaiju, to create twenty Trojan Bombs.
These Trojan Bombs would be pushed by Tang Group's Iron Soldiers and would be pushed into the Breach simultaneously, aiming to wipe out the alien civilization on the other side in one fell swoop. This was the most powerful technology weapon humanity could produce.
At this time, on the satellite cloud map, in front of the wormholes around the world, in addition to the angels, the World Security Council countries deployed a large amount of military force, beginning preparations for the implementation of the Trojan Plan.
"Whoosh"
Tony Stark, wearing the most advanced Mark battlegear, swept down from above the clouds. Behind him was a Super Legion composed of hundreds of Iron Suits.
The artificial intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S. was multitasking, assisting Tony in commanding his Mech Legion.
Looking at the Kaiju swaggering on the sea surface,
