American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 108 Trial
More than ten minutes ago, Roy, wearing a mask, and Isabella, who didn't mind revealing her identity, arrived at the door of the private club.

Two strong security guards stopped the two men.

"This is a private club. Do you have a VIP card?"

"Of course!"

Roy held down Isabella who was about to attack, pretended to take out her VIP card, and then suddenly punched out and knocked out two security guards.

Isabella frowned.

"Why do you still lie to them?"

"Save as much energy as you can. Tonight's work is not easy."

Roy's reason convinced Isabella, and she no longer worried about Roy's lies. The two of them entered the private club together.

This private club is frequented by dignitaries, so safety is of utmost importance.

After Roy and Isabella's behavior was captured by the camera, a large group of security guards immediately found the two.

Isabella looked at the security guards around her and immediately opened the Eye of Judgment.

"So many sinners, accept my judgment!"

As she spoke, Isabella drew her two guns and entered combat mode.

After encountering Michael, Roy consulted teachers at school to learn about things related to Michael.

Thanks to the strong religious atmosphere in Texas, almost every family has a Bible. However, Roy's current identity does not allow him to touch the Bible directly, so he can only ask others.

Michael is portrayed in the Bible as a warrior who fought against Satan, the king of hell.

It should be mentioned here that Satan is a general term for the demon kings in hell. As long as you reach the demon king level in hell, you can be called Satan. For example, Elizabeth, also known as Beryl, will occasionally call herself Satan.

The Bible does not specify which of the seven devils in hell Michael was fighting, but what is certain is that Michael's strength is definitely at the level of Satan, and may even be above that of the devil.

So when Elizabeth sensed Michael's arrival, she immediately pretended to be pregnant and fled to the west coast.

Michael is also the angel of death who guides people's souls to the other side and completes the judgment at the final judgment. She is a symbol of justice and fairness, so she can easily see the sins in people.

Apart from his love for picking up girls, Roy is a law-abiding young man and has killed many murderers and demons. That is why Michael thinks he is a good person.

Now, when seeing this large group of insects in the private club, Isabella couldn't help but judge these guys.

For some reason, Isabella particularly likes to use guns, even though her shooting skills are very poor, so bad that even Roy can't stand it.

Fortunately, they were now inside the club and the enemies were relatively close, so Isabella finally didn't outline the human body like last time.

But Isabella has a gun, and it is natural that the security guards of a private club cannot be without guns. This is America, how can you go out without a gun?

After killing several enemies with dual guns, a hail of bullets soon hit Isabella.

Facing the hail of bullets, Isabella dodged like dancing. Countless bullets passed by her, but none of them hit her.

With this body coordination, this dynamic vision, and this nerve reaction speed, Roy suspected that Isabella's current agility attribute might be over 50.

When many security guards saw Isabella dodging bullets, they turned around and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

After all, these security guards are paid to deal with troublemakers, not troublesome ghosts.

Isabella pulled the triggers of both guns again, unleashing a frenzied firepower, but the pistols had limited bullets, and several security guards were not killed.

At this time, Roy, who had been watching from the edge, pulled out his Smith & Wesson M625 and fired six bullets in an instant, killing all the remaining security guards.

Isabella looked at Roy in surprise.

Last time during the Night Demon incident, Isabella only saw Roy fire a shot, so she didn't see how good Roy's marksmanship was.

"You're a good shot."

"Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Isabella."

Isabella withdrew her gaze, took out the magazine from her nun's skirt, replaced the bullets in her double pistols, and continued to walk into the club.

At this time, due to the gunshots at the door, the private club was in chaos.

The rooms in the private club are relatively soundproof, but not all guests were in the rooms, and some heard gunshots in the lobby.

They were all rich and powerful people, so who would not care about their lives? So they immediately started to flee.

Just then, a group of security guards appeared and ran into the fleeing guests, causing chaos at the scene.

It was at this time that Roy and Isabella entered the hall and both sides opened fire.

The security guards who had just been wiped out had caused the security guards who came after them to be confused about what was going on. Now they finally knew how their colleagues had been wiped out.

Relying on her high agility, Isabella moved freely with two guns in hand. Her marksmanship did not allow her to shoot from a distance, and she fought like a close combat shooter.

With Sister Isabella attracting attention in the front, Roy can easily follow up with a shot from behind.

This kind of easy battle was something Roy had never experienced before. He always charged in the front and sometimes even had to withstand the gunfire.

I didn't expect that I would be a shooter.

"Sinners, sinners, all of them are sinners!"

Isabella shot wildly and soon ran out of bullets. She threw away the pistol in her hand, snatched the gun from the security guard next to her and continued shooting.

Isabella treated everyone equally, whether they were security guards or wealthy and powerful guests.

Isabella didn't kill all the staff of the private club. Some of them were just injured, probably because not all of these service staff were sinners.

A few minutes later, Roy and Isabella were the only ones left standing in the hall. The others were either dead or injured and lying on the ground sobbing.

Isabella retrieved her gun and pulled the magazine out of her skirt again. Roy began to wonder if she also had an inventory under her skirt.

At this time, Roy walked up to Isabella and greeted her.

"Ms. Isabella, a friend of mine has been captured, and I'm going to go find her now."

Isabella glanced at Roy.

"Eliminate all evil! I'm going to take care of the criminals here first, and then I'll come find you later."

It seems that the Angel of Judgment has set his sights on the performance of the private club.

It's not surprising. The only place where you can usually encounter so many bad guys is probably the American Congress.

Roy guessed that the tragedy in the private club tomorrow would shock the whole of America.

But this has nothing to do with Roy. He only killed security guards. If the FBI wants to find the murderer, they can go find Isabella.

"it is good!"

The security guards of the private club had basically been killed in these two battles, so Roy easily arrived at the basement entrance that Keller had secretly photographed.

Using his thief skills, Roy easily cracked the electronic door.

"Open sesame!"

The camera turned back to the masked man, who looked in surprise at one of his men pushing the door in anxiously, so he gestured to the staff behind the camera.

"Pause the live broadcast for a moment."

"Manager, this live broadcast cannot be paused. Once it is paused, it will be very troublesome to reconnect!"

"Then turn off the radio first and switch to another screen. I'll continue the live broadcast after I finish dealing with things!" "Okay."

The masked man called the manager walked out of the camera's range and came to his subordinates to question them.

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me unless it's important?"

"Manager, two people just broke into the club. They killed many people. We couldn't stop them!"

"What did you say!"

The manager was startled and immediately took off his mask and walked towards the monitoring room.

Private clubs are places frequented by dignitaries, so in theory there should be no surveillance. However, it would be unsafe without them, so they can only be secretly installed in key locations.

The monitoring room is not on the ground, but in the basement.

The manager almost peed his pants when he saw the footage on the monitor, especially when he saw Roy easily open the electronic secret door by destroying the hardware.

This guy also found a hidden camera and posed in front of it.

I checked the surveillance time and found that it happened just one minute ago.

"Fuck! Call the mercenaries immediately! Where are the security guards? How many are left?"

The subordinate made a bitter face and answered the manager.

"Most of the security guards were killed in the lobby. There are still some in the basement, but..."

The security guards in private clubs are mainly gang members. Their fighting ability is actually average, and their main role is to maintain order.

After all, the boss behind the scenes never thought that two killers would suddenly appear and kill dozens of security guards head-on without suffering any injuries themselves.

This situation is beyond the manager's understanding.

"Have the remaining security guards hold those guys back immediately. The mercenaries will be here soon!"

The manager angrily pushed his subordinate out and fled back to his office in the basement to pack up and run away.

The mercenaries will definitely arrive, but when they will arrive is a problem, so in order to save his life, the manager can only let his men hold back the invaders while he quickly runs away.

However, the manager also knew that he had to erase the confidential information in his office, otherwise if these secrets were obtained by outsiders, he would not be able to survive even if he escaped.

However, it was because of this action that the manager lost his last chance of survival.

Roy kicked open the office door and walked in, supporting Keller, who had an injured shoulder.

"So you are here!"

The startled manager felt that the voice of the visitor was very familiar.

"I've heard that voice before, you're Roy Black!"

"Correct! Too bad there's no reward. I said I'd kill you myself, and I mean it!"

At this time, Keller noticed the manager's little action.

"Roy, he's destroying evidence, stop him!"

Hearing this, Roy put Keller aside and walked towards the manager.

Although these evidences are of little use to Roy, they are still a trump card in his hand. Roy naturally does not want to have them destroyed by the manager.

"You actually want to destroy the evidence! You're truly loyal to the Dark Web!"

The manager panicked and reached into a drawer, pulling out a medium-sized, high-caliber revolver.

"Don't come over here! Nothing good will come of you going against the Dark Web! You don't know who you're up against!"

Roy continued walking forward with a relaxed look on his face, completely ignoring the manager's warning.

"Oh, really? Then why don't you tell me his name? Maybe I'll let you go once I'm scared."

Roy certainly knew that there was a bigger black hand behind the dark web, and the manager in front of him was just a worker pushed to the front desk.

The manager's face was filled with fear. He was obviously more afraid of the Dark Web boss than Roy.

"I can't tell you. If I do, I, my family, and my friends will die! Don't come over here!"

The fear in his heart seemed to have overwhelmed the manager, and he finally couldn't help but close his eyes and pulled the trigger at Roy.

But at this time Roy was already very close to the manager. He took a step forward and slapped the manager's hand holding the gun from bottom to top, causing the other party to raise the muzzle of the gun and shoot the bullet into the ceiling.

Then, Roy broke the manager's arm and took the revolver from his hand, leaving him completely unable to resist.

"Hey, Smith & Wesson M629? Nice stuff!"

Isn't this a coincidence? Roy's original sidearm was also a Smith & Wesson M625, but the M629 uses the .44 Magnum bullet, which is generally used for hunting large animals and is very powerful.

Moreover, the revolver in his hand is more like a work of art than a weapon. There are exquisite carvings on the barrel, and the grip is made of snow-white ivory.

Rich people are different. Their weapons are specially customized.

Roy stuffed the M629 into his trouser pocket without hesitation. From now on, this gun would be his trophy.

The next step was to deal with the computer, but looking at the loading screen on the computer screen, Roy didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Evans, what should I do with this computer?"

"Just remove the hard drive and take it away. I can find someone to try to restore it!"

Who else are you looking for? I guess Nidi can do it.

Roy knew how to remove a hard drive. He violently opened the case and removed the hard drive.

"No! You can't do this! You'll kill everyone!"

The manager, whose hands were broken, sat on the ground and tried to stop Roy, but he was kicked away.

"Don't worry, sir! We haven't settled our accounts yet. I'll do to you what you did to others."

After entering the basement, Roy saw many cells filled with kidnapped people, each of whom had been tortured beyond recognition.

And these are all the masterpieces of the man in front of me.

This guy has a secret TV station that broadcasts live the torture of kidnapped people every day. Most of them are killed on the spot, and those who survive and are imprisoned are the lucky ones.

If Roy hadn't come today, Kyler Evans would probably have ended up like this.

The manager's pupils shrank and he fell into endless fear.

"Kill me, kill me now! Please kill me now!"

Roy pulled the manager up, grabbed a wad of tissues from the table and stuffed them into his mouth.

"It's too late to regret now! Accept your judgment!"

The live broadcast tonight was suddenly interrupted, which annoyed the wealthy people who were watching the live broadcast. Just when they thought the live broadcast was over, the picture suddenly came back.

But at this time, the rich men discovered that the person hanging on the iron hook was not the beautiful woman, but a middle-aged man, and judging from his clothes, he seemed to be the host from before.

Is this a new show? The rich will soon have the answer.

Smith & Wesson Model 629 revolver
(End of this chapter)