Chapter 26 Tornado Destroys Parking Lot
The "scavengers" were extremely efficient. In less than two hours, a van loaded with weapons came speeding in and parked in the alley behind the bar.

The driver got out of the car, handed the car keys to Link, and took out a list of invoices.
He led Link to the rear of the car, opened the trunk door, and displayed the weapons.
What caught my eye was a pile of various weapons.

He touched the cool metal bolt with satisfaction and knocked on the crisp weapon box.
Link opened the polyethylene safe box again, and inside was a grenade wrapped in foam padding.
Under the horrified eyes of the people around him, Link picked up a fruit at random, tossed it in his hand, and weighed it, just like he was selecting a favorite fruit in a supermarket.
Everyone's eyes followed the grenade up and down, fearing that Link's hand would slip and the safety would be released.

Their eyes were full of tension, their steps were unsteady, and it seemed as if they were about to retreat quickly and lie down with their heads in their hands in the next second.
It seemed like if I looked at it any longer I would explode.
If you get closer, you will be melted by this neurotic man in front of you.

"It's not dead, don't be nervous (smiley face.jpg)"

“…”(_)X7
Put the grenade back into the box, close the door,

Link turned to the young waiter standing beside him and said,
"Give my regards to the old gentleman and thank him for his help!"

Then, Link got on the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the van sped away.

The remaining suited men looked at each other, their hearts finally relaxed. One of them couldn't help but sigh,
"Finally, I sent this living father away..."

——I am the dividing line
Humming a cheerful tune, Link soon arrived at a location not far from the target location, took out a telescope, and observed for a while.
This is a three-story Western-style building built in the suburbs, surrounded by tall walls.

With the mansion as the core, the area spread out in all directions and was tightly blocked. Multiple patrolling figures could be vaguely seen. They were all fully armed and holding weapons.
"Fuck, it really is a mansion. Is there a beehive base or something underneath it?"

"Is this really a biohazard?!"

After complaining about this, Link walked to the back of the van, opened the trunk door, and began to count and organize the weapons.

Faced with this obvious "trap" and inevitable "overt conspiracy", it seems that there is no other good way except to force it.
But Link was extremely unhappy with being manipulated by the enemy and having his actions decided by them.

Link's amazing train of thought quickly turned in a direction different from that of an ordinary person.
"Hey! I've got an idea!"

"The standard answer to this difficult problem was given more than 20 years ago!"

At this moment, a bold idea began to germinate in Link's mind...

——Inside the Western-style villa,

In the hall on the top floor, thick red silk curtains were draped over the hall, blocking the sunlight from entering the hall.
A retro crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

The pale candles on the copper base flickered dimly, and the dense crystal clusters refracted the light, illuminating the entire hall.

The soft wool carpet is embroidered with intricate and gorgeous rose patterns.
A beautiful figure lazily lay on the throne in the middle of the hall.

The crystal clear skin like mutton-fat jade was exposed to the air so unscrupulously.
However, her surface was now covered with fine beads of sweat, and her graceful body also moved with the muscular body behind her.
The interweaving of bronze and white jade brings out a different style.

As the smooth and delicate instep suddenly straightened, the toes painted with bright red nail polish contracted tightly, and then relaxed as if relieved of a heavy burden.
After a shudder, everything became dull.

Caitlin immediately stood up, dripping between her legs.
She pulled the meaningless black lace translucent gauze dress on her body and simply fixed her makeup.

He kicked the sturdy man, who was already foaming at the mouth, off the throne.

She spoke disdainfully.
"Useless guy."

The man who was kicked off the throne was obviously emaciated and had a thin complexion.
The walking corpse and the "corpses" lying on the floor, which were also his "tools", had piled up into a small hill.

Just as Caitlin was about to open her mouth and call for the next "sacrifice" for her pleasure, "BOOM——"

The whole hall, or rather the mansion, suddenly began to vibrate violently. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was shaking non-stop, and the candles were almost falling.
When Caitlin came to her senses, she was also furious, with long red hair and growing fangs.

"What's going on! Someone come! Where are all the dead people?"

A moment later, several pale-faced figures in slim suits came hurriedly.

When they saw Caitlin, they knelt on one knee, lowered their heads and dared not look directly at her.

Not only was he deeply afraid of this seemingly beautiful woman in front of him, he was also worried that he would become the next victim.

I can only speak timidly.
"Report to the Queen, we seem to have suffered a terrorist attack. The second floor of the mansion was hit by a plane. Our people have already headed there..."

"Huh? What did you say!?"

Time goes back five minutes ago.

On the second floor of the mansion, two guards on patrol were strolling leisurely in the corridor.
One of them said to his companions,

"I'm going to go smoke a cigarette and relax for a while, you keep an eye on it for me,"

"Henry, is it really okay for us to slack off like this? What if we are discovered?"

"Why are you panicking? We are only responsible for the security of the mansion. To be more precise, we are the patrol guards on the second floor."

"Are you still worried that someone will be able to break through the guards outside and come in directly?"

He looked at this newcomer with disdain, and in line with the idea that "slacking off makes people happy",

Henry walked to a secluded corner, took out a cigarette from his waist, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and prepared to light it for himself.
"Henry!"

His companion suddenly screamed, and Henry's lighter almost set his collar on fire.
"Fuck! Are you sick? Why are you screaming so loudly?"

"The plane... the plane is coming!"

"What plane? You were flying leaves at the party hosted by the Queen last night and got high, right?"

Cursing, Henry walked up to his companion and found that his face was stiff, his legs were weak, his fingers were pointing out of the French window, and his chin was trembling.
"Over there... look over there!!!!!"

"what the hell……"

Henry turned his head and when he saw the scene outside the window clearly, the cigarette in his mouth had fallen out unconsciously.
Henry, who was worried that the ash might accidentally fall on the wool carpet, was no longer in the mood to think about anything else.
All he could see was the giant aircraft approaching.
It was a red and white painted plane.

"Today... today is not September 11th (⊙o⊙)"

This was the last thought in Henry's mind before his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)