Chapter 240 04.0239: "Dead by Daylight"

The man rushed into his spacious and magnificent bedroom and locked the door in panic as soon as he entered.

He leaned against the gilded carved door and gasped for a long time, then turned on the room light, sweating profusely.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling illuminated the entire room. The gold-painted walls and various famous paintings decorated on them, the couch and desk and chair made of pure natural wood, all ostentatiously told of his luxurious life, but none of this mattered anymore. The man looked at the scene that came into his sight, his expression changed drastically, and his heart, which had just calmed down, began to beat violently again.

He stumbled backwards and finally slammed against the door.

With trembling hands, he fumbled for the pure gold lock and tried several times, but his weak hands could not open the door that he had locked with his own hands.

Realizing that there was no way to escape, his legs went limp and he sat down on the ground along the door.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost. His pupils shrank as small as needle points and he stared at the group of people who appeared in the bedroom. They sat on the sofa calmly and looked like guests who had been waiting for a long time.

Especially when he saw the woman in a veil and white clothes, he actually let out an indecent cry of "Ah!", and his crotch was wet and hot, and a dark color spread out.

"Yes, that's him." Horatio looked at the data board and nodded when he confirmed that the identity information of the man in front of him matched the identity information on the guild alliance representative committee member.

"Yes, it's him, how could I have mistaken him." The woman who was leaning against the wall and stroking the bust beside her seemed to be awakened. She cast her ethereal eyes at the already collapsed man and walked towards him step by step.

"Don't move!" The judge, sitting on the elegant purple sofa, raised his hand majestically before any possible impulse happened. The invisible pressure swept across the entire room, and the man let out a second scream.

The woman turned around to take a look at the blue spiritual energy in the Inquisitor's hand, then retreated tactfully.

The Inquisitor waved his hand and ordered his agents to drag the frightened man over.

The man was dragged by the burly man, leaving a dark wet mark on the ground. His limp body was forcibly injected with strength by two punches, allowing him to barely maintain a kneeling position in front of the judge.

The temperature control system specially provided by the Mechanicus kept the bedroom at a pleasant temperature at all times, but the man felt as if he was under the direct rays of the scorching sun. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept appearing on his forehead and flowing down his cheeks, and his collar embroidered with gold thread was slowly soaked with sweat.

"Sir, save...save me..." The man looked at the rose knot on the Inquisitor's neck, recognized his identity, and said in a trembling voice.

"Save you?" The judge sneered:
"The Emperor did not grant me the power to redeem you. All I can do is send you to see the Emperor, and let Him decide whether you are worthy of redemption."

The Inquisitor stood up suddenly, frightening the man so much that he fell backward and lost his balance. He rolled again and was kicked back by Horatio.

He lay prone on the ground, and the Inquisitor's boots with non-slip soles slowly stepped on the man's hands.

"Ahhhhh!" The Corpse Guild's president, who was so arrogant in front of others and was usually feared by everyone, wanted to pull the hand away from the Inquisitor's feet but didn't dare to. He could only bark like a stray dog ​​in hesitation.

"Sir! Someone wants to kill me! It's not the woman next to me! It's someone else. Someone wants to kill me!" The man's pupils were dilated and almost unable to focus due to the severe pain, but he seemed to have figured out something and pleaded hurriedly.

"Who?"

"Killer! Killer group! Someone hired a killer group to kill me! I was drinking at Angel's Song today, and suddenly someone rushed in and killed all my bodyguards! I managed to escape back with great difficulty, they, they are coming!!!" When the man said this, he suddenly broke down and burst into tears.

Horatio frowned, and the 360-degree rotating "sonar and hydroacoustic" small detector on the power backpack also popped up a prompt. In addition to the orange light spots of the armed family guards outside the house, there were dozens of gray light spots representing unidentified persons, and they were approaching them.

He went up to the balcony and tried to observe the situation.

Suddenly, a cold metallic color flashed on the fence.

Click! Click! Click! Click!
Several grappling hooks with a cold glow were stuck nearby. Horatio leaned forward to take a look and came face to face with the killer with a smiling mask just below him.

When the killer saw that he was discovered, he immediately raised his laser pistol to silence him, but Horatio, who was equipped with power armor, reacted faster than him.

He drew his sword and cut a rope, and the killer who was using the rope to gain leverage immediately fell from the air and hit the marble floor headfirst, motionless. Soon a stream of black blood gushed out from the back of his head.

Seeing this, the other assassins immediately raised their guns and shot upwards. Horatio quickly retracted his head and turned around to warn everyone loudly: "Enemy attack!"

Wow!

At the same time, the windows of the rooms on the entire floor shattered instantly with a loud roar. The luxurious carved glass blossomed into a bunch of blooming flowers in the bright sunshine, shining brightly. After blooming briefly, the fragments fell like rain under the pull of gravity.

Bright and clear!
The sounds of laser firing and heart-wrenching screams from those being hit continued to come from downstairs.

"Inquisitor! The situation is bad, we have to go now!" Horatio pulled out his pistol and unlocked the safety with his thumb.

He walked past the crowd, stuck close to the door, and listened to the noise outside.

Then he turned his head and saw a killer climbing up from the window beside the bed. The Inquisitor, with his back to him, was busy tying up the man with his men, and seemed to be completely unaware of the gun pointed at him from behind.

boom!
There was a huge roar of a bomb, and the killer's head exploded instantly. Bone fragments mixed with red and white objects flew all over the ground. The headless corpse leaned back and fell out of the window again.

"Hurry up!" Horatio fired several shots at the killers who kept climbing up, pulling the rope with one hand and shooting with the other, trying to stop their progress. Jiong!
A blazing laser hit the weak spot in his shoulder armor, and he could feel the burning pain on his skin even through the armor.

Fortunately, the rosary worn by Sister St. Arabella is still diligently protecting the lives of the people it protects.

'This rosary can resist three attacks.' Sister Arabella's words in the church echoed in his mind.

Horatio locked the balcony door, ran back to the door, and using his electronic muscles to full power, he kicked the door hard from behind. The kick broke the bolt directly, and the heavy wooden board broke free from the door frame and flew out heavily, hitting the corridor, leaving a deep footprint on it.

"Everyone, get out! I'll cover your rear!" Equipped with rosary beads and power armor, he stood behind the Inquisition agents who were only wearing light armor to provide cover for them.

Louise leaned against the door railing, set up the Carbine Hell Gun, and used the firing range to block the nearest corridor and stairs in advance.

As the team moved forward, she soon saw the fallen family guards, with a thin layer of blood on the exquisite marble floor, which was particularly enchanting.

The servants' screams were heard not far away, but they were soon silenced by the gunfire.

The killers have not uttered a word so far. They have killed everyone in the house regardless of their identities. It is obvious that they want to kill everyone without mercy.

When the first killer walked to the bottom of the stairs, he was well trained and alert and immediately saw Louise on the second floor and the black barrel of her gun.

Jiong! Jiong!
The killer started to dodge at the first moment, even one second faster than Louise pulled the trigger, and jumped behind the plaster statue to use it as a cover.

Such extraordinary skills are enough to show that they are not ordinary people. There are actually people in Abyss Port who maintain such an elite combat force. The mastermind behind this must have big plans.

But Louise still managed to suppress the enemies downstairs with fierce firepower, making it impossible for them to come up the stairs for a while. Until Horatio called her to evacuate, she took a fragmentation grenade from her shoulder, pulled out the pin, estimated the distance, counted silently, and threw it down.

Several killers who noticed the pause in fire popped up to check. After discovering the flying grenades, some bold ones were already waiting at the landing point for the grenades to hit the ground, intending to pick them up and throw them back.

Unexpectedly, the grenade exploded in the air and released hundreds of steel balls, which blew up the area near the staircase and made several killers bloody and messy. Louise took this opportunity to quickly evacuate the place.

boom!
The explosion echoed throughout the mansion along with screams and wails.

Jiong! Jiong!
But soon, the wailing stopped abruptly with the sound of laser gun firing.

"Horatio, these desperadoes are probably not ordinary people. The gunshots just now should be the others mercilessly shooting their severely injured companions. In order to prevent any possibility of leaks, they will not leave any survivors, whether they are enemies or ourselves."

"Yes, these people are well-trained and sophisticated. They must be extraordinary professional killers."

Their level of training and uniform attire reminded Horatio of the biographies of assassins from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period in his previous life.

Those aristocratic families often keep some "guests", all of whom are professionals with special skills.

Considering the recent assassination of military officers, and the fact that someone had the audacity to break into the home of the Corpse Guild's president tonight and exterminate his entire family, the woman who had a grudge against him and had the ability to exact revenge was fleeing with him.

Does this mean that these people might be "guest killers" loyal to a certain big family?
"Where is the back door or secret exit!" The Inquisitor grabbed the collar of the man who was already frightened and crying and at a loss, and shouted.

Horatio, Louise, and the Inquisition agents evacuated while continuously shooting back at the killers behind them.

These smiling masked assassins are skilled marksmen, and two Inquisition agents have already been shot during the chase and escape.

Moreover, they were vicious and deliberately shot only the thighs instead of shooting at vital parts to kill the person.

It is to let others carry the injured and slow down their overall progress.

In addition, these killers would directly shoot their companions in the head when they fell to the ground after being shot and whose injuries were too serious to affect their movements, ensuring that they were dead without stopping.

With one side moving fast and the other slow, it was only a matter of time before they were caught up.

They are now on the third floor, and the helipad is in the back garden on the first floor. The entrance and exit of the secret passage they came from is also on the first floor. Whether they want to board the plane or take the secret passage, they must first go downstairs.

But these killers may have already blocked the main way downstairs.

If they want to escape safely, they must find a way to break through these blockades first.

　Sad news: the Minsk aircraft carrier anchored in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River has burned down.

　　I don’t know whether there will be a special seminar on emergency firefighting on aircraft carriers in the future. If so, the Clerk’s Office may write more professionally on damage control and firefighting on board ships.

　　The current plot of this volume is to reveal why the protagonist is in the lower nest at the beginning, why the protagonist comes to this world, and how the golden finger comes from, which is the first link of the meta information.

　　At the end of this volume, we sailed to a war zone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)