American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Watching the live broadcast on TV, the two relatives and accomplices of the two psychopathic killers, one old and one young, flashed across the screen. Zhu Mingyao chewed on a sweet banana and revealed a cold smile.

Zhu Mingyao hadn't forgotten those two equally wicked scoundrels. Before leaving, he had cast two curses deep into their brains. They were lucky to have survived until the interrogation was over.

Putting aside the reason of earning reward points, he was also wary of lawyers who wanted to become famous and would put on an unconventional defense.

Evil must be eradicated completely; this is only right!

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It's easy to get rid of the evil bandits entrenched in the mountains, but it's much more difficult to get rid of the evil bandits entrenched in people's hearts...

It seems to be something like that in my daughter's book of world philosophical proverbs?

Arken Stewart sat in a dirty back alley next to a cheap rental house, gazing enviously at the tourists coming to the Halloween carnival on the street. He exhaled a pungent, bitter smoke, and the sentence above suddenly came to mind.

Cigarettes were lit one after another, and the knuckles of the fingers clenched and unclenched.

I wish time could stand still...

Scratching his disheveled black hair, the middle-aged man stared blankly at the setting sun.

However, his delusions were ultimately in vain, and the last glimmer of twilight eventually vanished mercilessly on the horizon.

Chapter 260 The Reluctant Thief

Although the radiance of the heavens has faded, the lights of the human world have just taken its place.

"Dad, dinner's ready."

A warm, yellow light wafted in, and the daughter's innocent voice roused the man from his endless torment.

"Don't think about it anymore..." The woman pushed open the dilapidated door, wrapped her faded coat tightly around herself, and her voice and body trembled.

"I...I'll go to their club tomorrow...to work there for three months, as long as you don't mind..."

"Shut up!"

The cigarette butt slammed against the wall, sending sparks flying. Arken suddenly grabbed his wife's shoulders and shook her violently, letting out a hoarse roar like a wounded beast.

The immense humiliation and guilt completely shattered the man's moral convictions.

Soft light from the living room shone through the narrow, cracked glass window, illuminating his grotesque face, with its twisted muscles and bulging veins, making him look like an angry lion.

"Listen! Tomorrow morning, I'll come back with enough money to pay off that damn loan shark, and then I'll take you and Sunny far away, find a good place, and start a new life as a family!"

"Don't go... The child needs a father, we can't watch you go to prison again... Waaah..." The woman clutched his clothes tightly with one hand and desperately covered her mouth with the other, tears streaming down her face.

The man gave a bitter laugh and slowly shook his head. "With just a repairman's salary, you'll never be able to get rid of those loan shark gangs. This is the only way!"

“It’s okay, you know, I used to be the best cheat code…” Arken took two deep breaths, trying his best to calm down, and murmured to comfort his wife, and also to comfort himself.

"This is the last time, the very last time. I swore to you that I would always be an honest person, and I want to watch Sunny grow up safely and happily!"

He gritted his teeth and quickly recounted the plan:

“I’ve been to Mr. Mike’s villa dozens of times. I know exactly where the safe and alarm are. When I went to repair it last time, his youngest daughter, Hannah, told me that the whole family was going to Hawaii for a two-week vacation starting today. This is a golden opportunity. By the time someone discovers the theft, we will have already left!”

The man forced back the shame rising in his heart and squeezed out the words with difficulty: "I know I've let their whole family down... but... Mr. Mike is a big jeweler, and what I took was just a tiny bit, a drop in the ocean for him..."

No matter how grandly the behavior is described, it can never change the fact that it is theft. Arken opened his mouth, but could no longer continue to say the self-deceiving words.

He pulled his wife into his arms and planted a deep kiss on her soft lips. Then, he smiled gently but firmly, pried her fingers apart one by one, turned and walked out of the alley, disappearing into the bustling crowd under the night sky.

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As a city adjacent to a lake, New Orleans has abundant groundwater to supply the lush vegetation around it. In addition, being located in the south, the green spaces, large and small, remain verdant even at the end of October.

For example, this small park is so remote that it's almost abandoned.

"Pfft, ptooey!"

Spitting out a few wisps of green grass that had crawled into its mouth, a small head topped with reddish-brown tufts of hair emerged from the waist-high grass.

"Those tourists from out of town must have so much free time. It's already nine o'clock, and they still managed to find such a remote place," Beverly vented angrily.

After waiting for a while until all the idlers had left, the druid muttered a few words of dissatisfaction and walked into the depths of the woods. The grass and trees parted lightly in front of her and closed up behind her on their own.

Arriving at an old pine tree as thick as a person could hug, she cautiously looked around to make sure no one was nearby before patting the trunk, causing the rough, gray-black bark to crack open and reveal a small hole.

Taking out a small wooden box, the girl carefully examined her family's accumulated collection under the moonlight.

Fiddled with a few pearls that exuded a faint, lively rhythm, and other extraordinary materials like acorns, Beverly counted on her fingers for a long time, only to sadly realize that she didn't even have enough savings to buy back a sleeve of the cursed coat.

She and Zhu Mingyao claimed they were good at treasure hunting, which was not an exaggeration, but when it came to actually doing it, it wasn't so simple.

It's one thing to search for naturally grown things in the wilderness, but most things in the city are owned, and you can't just mess around with them.

Reality is not a game. New Orleans is one of the major cities in the Federation, and it is also home to the headquarters of powerful civilian organizations. If a superhuman wants to do something reckless, he or she will easily be caught red-handed. Furthermore, from the bottom of her heart, a girl with backbone would not want to do anything illegal.

"Where else nearby can I find good deals that are easy to get?" Beverly squatted on the ground, racking her brains.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she gently punched the shapely, rounded thigh, the firm, elastic muscles swaying slightly.

Aha! A few months ago, when I was helping Uncle Jerome deliver goods to a wealthy boss, I stumbled upon this bicolor tourmaline at their house. It was incredibly spiritual, and I'd been eyeing it for a long time. Now that I've saved up 30,000 gold coins, I might as well buy it.

Mr. Mike's house is in...

Without hesitation, the druid girl, whose efficiency was off the charts, recalled the location, twisted her slender waist, and darted out as a hazy gray shadow.

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A splash of water broke out.

Two drops of water splashed out.

More and more water splashed in front of the car's windshield, gathering into a trickle that meandered down.

"Is this perfect weather for getting things done God's will? Hehe."

Aside from easing the tension slightly, his self-deprecating remarks did nothing to alleviate Aken's guilt.

He was lying in the driver's seat, holding a pair of binoculars, spying on his old employer's sprawling suburban villa.

The fine autumn rain poured down, like an invisible barrier blocking out the noise from the distant city. The dark buildings, surrounded by the cold wind and rain, appeared even more desolate and lonely.

Carrying all the tools he used to break into houses and pick locks back then, the man carefully put on a black velvet hood, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed, and silently slipped into the yard along the bushes and fence.

"Ugh——!"

A deep, guttural roar accompanied by a sudden gust of wind struck. Arken was startled, but fortunately, some of the skills he had honed from his years of street hustling remained. He managed to dodge the large, vicious dog's sneak attack and bite.

Touching the torn hole in his hood, the man's heart pounded like a drum, as if he could still smell the giant dog's nauseating, foul breath.

I was just here the day before yesterday. When did the villa get a dog?

Still shaken, Aken had a question in mind. Looking at the ferocious beast that was rattling the chains, he didn't have time to think about it. He quickly jumped onto the porch and began to skillfully fiddle with the lock.

A moment later, the sturdy security door opened silently, and the man lifted his leg to step inside.

Just then, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression, as if the familiar furnishings he could vaguely see had become strange. He hesitated for a moment, then shook off his inexplicable thoughts, and stepped lightly inside.

In the courtyard behind him, the giant gray-black dog had stopped howling and struggling at some point, calmly watching the man's back. Its fangs and jaws were open, its long, steaming, scarlet tongue lolling out. The flesh on its pointed head twitched, making it look as if...

—It's mockery!

Eight days left until the end of the month, let's try our best to hang in there (￣.￣)

Chapter 261 Traps, Mechanisms, and Perverted Monsters 1

"Ugh, this rain..."

As the saying goes, dripping water can wear away stone. After traversing half of the city in the wind and rain, even with a weak repulsive force field blocking her body, the dampness still inevitably seeped into Beverly's body, making her collar feel sticky and uncomfortable.

As a famous tourist city and a place where supernatural forces gather and mix, New Orleans's government has meticulously constructed an electronic surveillance system to deter those with ulterior motives. By today's standards, this system is quite sophisticated and is enough to restrain ordinary supernatural beings who do not want to leave any visual records.

But this was no challenge for a keen-eyed nature professional who had been working in the area for several years and knew the locations of the surveillance cameras, both overt and covert, at every street corner by heart. The girl skillfully avoided the cameras, leaving a trail of afterimages as she moved through the concrete jungle at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

The drab, low-rise houses of ordinary people and the brightly lit, towering commercial buildings are left behind one by one, and the quiet villa district for wealthy businessmen, nestled among the shady trees, comes into view.

"When I've earned enough money, I want to live in a mansion with such a beautiful garden!" Miss Druid pursed her lips enviously, kicking away the ancient and outdated rules of the Order.

What era are we living in? Who says you can't be close to nature if you live in a villa? With enough green wish vouchers, dedicated engineers can even transform your home into a primeval Amazon rainforest!

With beautiful dreams for the future, the girl nimbly leaped over a small puddle, like a happy kitten that had stolen a fish, and strolled to the front of a courtyard surrounded by holly and Wilson roses.

"Oh dear! Mr. Mike and the others seem to have gone out! Beverly, you're such a silly girl! You got so flustered that you ran over here on your own!"

Looking at the dark building in the center of the large courtyard, the girl looked around but couldn't find a single light. She couldn't help but regretfully tap her head.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a dark object flashed past the corner of her eye, making her frown.

That's... the goods Uncle Jerome sold to this family last time... a guardian totem pole?

The girl was deeply impressed by the things she delivered, as she had worked as a porter to earn some extra money.

At the time, she thought to herself, "The taste of the rich is really hard to fathom. Is it worth spending so much money to buy something that looks ugly, even if it has a slight function of exorcising evil spirits?"

At this moment, the decoration that was originally standing by the lawn path is now lying quietly in the mud inside the gate. The bull and hound carvings that once embodied a bit of spirit on it seem to have been suddenly erased by some force, leaving only a pile of black and yellow wood chips.

What evil thing has broken in?

Beverly's pale blue pupils contracted slightly, quickly turning into an owl-like yellowish-brown. She cautiously lowered her body, her body shimmering with a hazy light, blending into the background like a chameleon, as she surveyed the three-story Tudor-style house.

Once suspicions arose, the unusual features hidden in the house could no longer be concealed from a druid who relied on his senses for survival.

The crisp autumn raindrops pattered evenly on everything, making various subtle sounds, but only here was there silence. The seemingly normal mansion was like a large sound-absorbing black curtain, locking all sound and light inside...

Hmm? In Beverly's [Eye of the Night Owl] magical vision, a streak of blood-red light bursting from the second-floor window was precisely captured.

Immediately afterward, the cat's body, cut in half, fell onto the lawn. A little girl, about six or seven years old, was banging on the glass, tears streaming down her face. Before the shocked Beverly could react, a large, bloody hand suddenly reached out, covered the girl's mouth, and dragged her aside.

Damn it! Let her go!

This scene, reminiscent of her own tragic childhood, pierced the kind and gentle heart of the Druid, who inwardly roared and wanted to pounce on him on the spot.

Fortunately, the combat experience she had accumulated over the years managed to hold onto a sliver of the girl's rationality. Her body suddenly transformed into a slender-waisted, long-legged, mottled North American ocelot, and she crouched low as she crept toward the window.

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