As soon as he entered the hall, Rozim had to sigh that it was worthy of being the top ten venue in Red Moon Street. Not only was it decorated so magnificently that it didn't look like a lower nest, both the waiters and the girls were very young and beautiful, and their behavior was straightforward. It was not comparable to that of a vulgar bottom nest brothel. There was even a professional band playing on the stage of the hall, which seemed to be able to crawl lazily in the air with a string of notes.
A narrow bar occupies a corner of the hall, and a luxurious portrait hung on one side of the wall. The charming banshee in the painting is intertwined with a strong farmer. The gilded frame is shining in the light. The exquisite marble statue on the side depicts a group of slim naked girls, which is very incompatible with the imperial convention on the Civilization and Morality of the State Council and the provisions of the Ministry of Justice’s Public Security Law, but no one here will take care of it.
The customers who flocked to the counter shouted loudly that they would ask for more drinks. Many of them were their bosses or bosses. When the minds were free and easy on the upstairs, they could only wait below and talk about irrelevant rumors.
Of course, Rozim, a group of particularly unique guys, must have attracted a lot of attention, and judging from the alert eyes he casts at them, what arouses this curiosity is not etiquette, but alertness and fear.
In any case, Rozim is a standard gang leader style, and seeking revenge or killing in Red Moon Street is not a rare thing. Everyone who can come here has some enemies.
But in the same way, these places can be opened for so long and become bigger and stronger, so there must be ways to avoid this situation.
For a "potentially dangerous person" like Rozim, a very greasy but very experienced manager came over with a smile and said respectfully:
"This boss, there is a private room for you to prepare. What services are needed or what girls are ordered? You can tell me at any time."
"Yeah, okay, lead the way."
Just as Rozim and his group followed the manager to the private room, two pairs of eyes were staring at them through the tiny surveillance equipment until they left.
They hid on the roof of a hotel a hundred meters away from the hotel. One of them was tall and had a lighter complexion. A few strands of blonde hair overflowed under the wide-brimmed hat. The hooked nose and sharp blue eyes made his facial features look rough and handsome. A long coat wrapped his body, and a sword and a large laser pistol hung on the wide belt around his waist.
At the same time, there was a silver talisman that was regarded as a taboo symbol by everyone in this area - the Inquisition Rose Kit.
Even the most arrogant gang leader knew that being targeted by these hawks from the ground would soon lead to rapid and terrible destruction.
The second person was thin, with short black hair, a thorny beard under his knife-like nose, and his eyes seemed to be always dissatisfied, and he evaluated everything he was staring at.
There was also a rosette hanging around his neck.
"Another bottom nest dregs, not worth caring about."
"Ah, you don't need to repeat, I have eyes, the point is that we have to find out why Judge Suhrab came here before he disappeared. We didn't get much after we disguised it last time."
"Maybe our direction was wrong, the judge went to many places, and he only visited this place once."
"Yes, but my intuition tells me that it must be related to this."
"If there is really, Ms. Scina would not have discovered that now our focus should be to turn to the black market for illegal trading of alien items, rather than wasting time here... Besides, it seems that it will not be peaceful here for a long time. It seems that several missing gang leaders have occurred here recently, and the flames of revenge will be ignited soon."
After saying that, the two judges suddenly realized that something had happened.
The surrounding streets suddenly became as quiet as a grave...
Too quiet, almost like some kind of witchcraft.
"It seems that the guys inside are going to be in trouble, especially those group just now."
A follower shook his head sneered.
It seemed that in order to confirm this statement, vigorous vitality burst out in the quiet darkness, and howlings, roars and whimpers echoed from the shadows around the streets.
The sound of boots colliding with the ground tells people that many huge bodies are moving forward quickly and hurriedly.
A sharp, irritable, inhuman voice screamed in a hustle and bustle:
"Avenge your boss! Burn this dilapidated house! This place must be a thief's nest that resells human organs!"
The first thug appeared under the neon light. He was a strong and strong barbarian with a mutant face like a wolfhound, and his eyes shining like two diamonds under the light.
"The turtle guys inside, get out and fight me with one person!"
The man held a huge chainsaw, and the rough edge of the axe blade was engraved with a terrible skull rune. As soon as his axe was raised, he fell from his loose hand. When the bullet shot into the man's throat, the dull challenge gradually turned into a gurgling sound of blood.
But just after the man died, his companions flocked to him, and at the same time, armored trucks rushed over, followed by deafening sounds of gunfire.
Obviously, this club has not encountered such a situation. The doors and windows have automatically lowered the bulletproof boards. At the same time, the automatic turrets and armed servants hidden everywhere also began to fight back, and instantly changed from an entertainment venue to a fortress.
Faced with the fierce counterattack, many gang thugs were beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of blood, and trucks were directly blown up by rockets flying in, burning wildly after landing on the ground.
For a moment, the whole street was very lively and blood was flowing like a river.
However, these attackers were not completely unprepared. They seemed to know the strength here. While the frontal fire was fierce, several sneaky figures quietly walked around the club without any defense, and then began to install some equipment.
Soon, accompanied by a crackling spark, the power system in the club was overloaded, and all facilities and lights immediately dimmed.
"Kill! Kill in!!! Avenge your boss!"
Seeing that the opponent's defense system failed, the thugs immediately became excited, howled and broke the doors and windows, and rushed into the club, but they didn't know what would be greeted-
At the same time, even the lights on the street went out.
The first group of thugs who rushed into the lobby on the first floor of the club were soon surprised to find that this place had long become a slaughterhouse. The people who were supposed to be "happy" inside were all lying on the ground in fragments, and everyone was broken. Looking at the wounds, the huge claws that seemed to have torn them apart...
Chapter completed!