American Zombie Detective

Chapter 185 Mr. K, Ms. Q, Viscount J, and Black Jack

The doctor and physician burst forth with superhuman speed, fleeing desperately into the depths of the dense forest. Thorns tore through their clothes and skin, but they felt nothing; only the horrifying image of the hair being combed remained in their minds.

Their strength was quickly drained, and their lungs felt like they were on fire. They finally stopped, leaning against a tree, panting heavily, their bodies trembling slightly, their eyes still darting around.

suddenly!

In the dappled sunlight filtering through the tree canopy ahead, the moonlight outlined a figure standing quietly!

"who?!!"

The doctor was utterly horrified, his voice completely changed, and he reflexively raised the rifle in his hand.

The doctor's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly raised his gun to point at the dark figure, his finger tightly gripping the trigger, his body clenching.

In the dead silence, their slightly lazy voices came clearly from the direction of the figures: "I advise you not to fire. Doing so will not end well."

It's that policeman!

The Chinese-American police officer who asked them what they would do if they were prey, the police officer worth 30 points, the police officer welded to the SUV!

Overwhelmed by fear, the doctor's sanity completely crumbled. "Monsters! You're all monsters! Aaaaaah!"

He screamed hysterically, completely losing the ability to think, his finger already pressed the trigger!

Bang! Bang bang bang!

Gunfire shattered the silence, bullets raining down on the police officer's figure.

"Idiot! Stop!" The doctor tried to stop him in a mixture of shock and anger, but it was too late.

Almost immediately after the gunshot, a dark figure suddenly flew out from the shadows beside them!

It leaped out with inhuman speed, charging headlong towards the doctor, knocking him and his gun to the ground!

The doctor let out a short scream, and the rifle in his hand flew out of his grasp.

The doctor was horrified to see the chainsaw on the back of the dark figure. It was the chainsaw killer!

However, at this moment, the killer had completely transcended the realm of humanity. His eyes gleamed with a scarlet light in the darkness, his mouth was stretched open, revealing sharp fangs, his movements were stiff, and his fingernails were like small knives.

He pressed down on the doctor with astonishing strength, and the doctor struggled desperately, but to little avail.

"Help—help me! Doctor!" The doctor's cry for help turned into a desperate wail.

The doctor instinctively wanted to raise his gun and fire, but a chilling coldness suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He saw the Chinese-American police officer slowly approaching, his face expressionless, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference.

The doctor suddenly remembered his earlier warning, and his finger on the trigger reflexively released, abandoning his intention to fire.

"Snap—Pfft—!"

A tooth-grinding tearing sound rang out.

The chainsaw killer suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard on the doctor's Adam's apple, jerking his jaws together and then violently jerking his head back.

The doctor's body convulsed violently, his hands futilely trying to cover the huge hole in his neck, with blood and bubbles gushing out from between his fingers, and only gurgling sounds coming from his wide-open mouth.

His eyes were wide open, filled with extreme pain and fear, before he finally lost all life and his body went limp.

"Ugh... Ahhh!"

Upon witnessing this hellish scene, the doctor's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

His stomach churned violently, and bile mixed with stomach acid surged up his throat, causing him to vomit violently. Although he had seen many horrific sights, this—had completely transcended the realm of horror!

Qin Jin approached step by step, his boots rustling on the decaying leaves, mingling with the chewing sounds of the chainsaw killer, creating a sound like the groans of hell.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"

The doctor, tears streaming down his face, frantically shuffled backward, pleading incoherently, "I was wrong! I deserve to die! Please!"

You can have anything you want! I'll do anything you want!!!

Qin Jin stopped in front of him, looking down at him with a playful expression in his eyes.

"Don't want to die?"

His voice remained languid. "Stand up. I have a question for you."

"Yes! Yes! I'll do it! I definitely will!"

The doctor, as if grasping at the last straw, scrambled to his feet, his body still trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to stand.

"Very good." Qin Jin nodded. "Tell me everything about this hunt and that Mr. K."

The doctor began to confess impatiently, as if afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, he would follow in the doctor's footsteps: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything! Our boss—the mastermind behind our Gentlemen's Alliance—is one of Mr. K's collaborators!"

So I know more than anyone else! I know a lot of inside information—!

After emphasizing his own importance, he took a deep breath and forced himself to organize his thoughts: "Mr. K and his group... their organization organizes games all over the world, broadcasting them live on the dark web, collecting bets and admission fees—"

Yes, there are three people in total: Mr. K, Ms. Q, and Viscount J. There are three of them!

"Participation in the teams can be by registration or invitation, with a maximum of 5 people. The participation fee is very high. We have a boss behind us, but some people participate on their own—the Black Mamba Brothers registered themselves. The winners, in addition to the prize money, also receive a share of the bets. Our boss is after that share."

At this point, the doctor swallowed hard, his voice tinged with fear: "Every ten years, outstanding teams from past competitions are invited to participate in a higher-level Dark Hunting Tournament!"

"I...I didn't participate, but my boss went to see it, and he said—it's no longer about hunting ordinary people—"

The doctor's breathing quickened, and his heartbeat unconsciously accelerated: "The target of the Dark Hunting Tournament is supernatural creatures! The participating teams will also have supernatural creatures—I heard my boss saw demons, wizards, and—and Ghost Riders last time! Besides killing supernatural creatures, they'll also fight each other, and only three teams will ultimately succeed—the prize money plus a share is said to be over a hundred million, and—there are other supernatural items as rewards—"

The doctor spoke slowly, as if he was hesitating, thinking, and carefully considering what to say. Qin Jin immediately sensed that he was trying to hide something.

So he just hummed softly and casually, and the chainsaw killer next to him suddenly let out a low growl.

"And another! And another—I know! I know!"

Terrified, the doctor immediately raised his voice, abandoning his suicidal thoughts, and poured out everything he had kept hidden deep in his mind: "The boss said that above Mr. K, Ms. Q, and Viscount J, there is a real mastermind! Someone known as Black Jack! All of this might be to serve him! That's all I know! Really! I'm just an employee!"

The doctor was almost in tears, and he told her everything he knew, hoping to save her life.

Qin Jin listened quietly, slowly digesting, absorbing, and memorizing all the information.

He wasn't facing that level of danger yet; his primary concern was the blood of Jesus and the progenitor of vampires he was about to confront.

Qin Jin thought for a moment, then spoke: "Don't you want to die?"

"No! Absolutely not!" The doctor nodded frantically.

"Alright then." A barely perceptible smile seemed to appear on Qin Jin's lips. "Now, I have a job for you. Whether you live or die depends on how well you do it."