Chapter 906: Threads in a Tangled Thread

Chapter 906: Threads in a Tangled Thread

In this world of extraordinary power, the contradictions between different classes have not yet reached the point of intensification. In addition to the green dollars, the rich have also made great efforts to protect their wealth and lives.

Guns, technology, and a large number of professional personnel.

Their mansions can even be regarded as a simple military base with strict guards.

In addition to the above, mutants, who have powerful individuals, are also their targets for employment.

After all, they only need to pay a commission every month.

Moses is the one who cares most about this aspect in the Freemasonry.

This can be seen from the complete mutant combat team in his villa. These people are elites who have experienced brutal battles. They have the ability to detect, strike long-range, fight at close range, and bring buffs to teammates. The configuration is luxurious, far beyond the reach of a temporary team like Stryker.

And even if they can't stop the enemy, they can delay the attack and give Moses enough time to retreat.

However, everything that happened tonight completely shattered his original confidence.

It was exactly eight o'clock. Outside the villa was the bustling New York, and car horns could be heard faintly.

On the other hand, the villa was dead silent, even the guard dog that liked to bark was silent. The air was still filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and the world's top bodyguard team was lying in the yard.

Gulp~

Moses, sweating profusely, swallowed his saliva and breathed carefully, as if he was afraid that he would use too much force and let the devil who was eating not far away kill him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the mutant team he had high hopes for. There were five of them in total, from different places.

The one who died the most miserably was the guy who claimed to be able to see the flight path of mosquitoes two kilometers away in the bedroom.

He was a skinny young man nicknamed Eagle. At this moment, his proud eyes had turned into blood holes, and the whole person was like a wrung towel, abstract in every sense.

When he died, Moses was talking to a girl, and the blood that spurted out fell into the wine.

And the security guards in the villa didn't even see the murderer.

The death of Eagle was like a signal. People in the villa began to be killed inexplicably. Some were torn in half, some had their heads slammed into their chests, and some were even blown up directly.

The literal explosion was like a balloon filled with water, and then punctured with a formation.

What's more coincidental is that Moses remembered very clearly that the deceased was a specialist in close combat among the mutants, who could withstand the explosion of a large amount of TNT within a distance of five meters.

He wanted to run, but before he could take two steps, everyone in the villa was dead, and then an Asian with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of him and asked him if there was anything to eat.

What else could Moses do? Of course, he honestly contributed the things.

Then there was the current scene.

Every second he spent felt like a year, and he didn't know when the sword hanging over his head would fall. This feeling of waiting for death was unprecedentedly bad.

Just as his spirit was about to collapse, the person on the sofa had stopped eating, even though there were still many delicacies on the coffee table in front of him that could not be bought with money.

"Do you know why I came to you?"

Amber wiped the oil stains on his mouth and looked up at the trembling guy in front of him.

Moses shuddered when he heard this, and shook his head honestly: "I don't know, if someone paid you to come, then I am willing to pay ten times the price, and you don't need to do anything else, just don't kill me."

"You all sent people to kill me, but you don't know who I am?"

Amber sneered.

Moses was confused. Then he hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, you may have some misunderstandings. I am just a rubber merchant with a little money and have never participated in any violent incidents!"

"So I am talking about you."

Amber flicked his nails: "While enjoying the convenience, you also have to pay the corresponding price, right?"    "You mean the Freemasonry?"

Moses' lips trembled, "There may be some misunderstandings here. I can mediate and you will definitely get the compensation you deserve."

"Do you think I am short of money?"

Amber shook his head, "The compensation is that you must pay the price of blood, but don't worry, as long as you are willing to cooperate, I can let you go for this meal."

"This"

Moses is not a fool, of course he can hear the meaning of this sentence, and he hesitated for a while.

"Don't want to? It doesn't matter, as long as you look slowly, you can always find it, but your end."

Amber stopped talking here and gave him a look that you know yourself.

"Yes, yes, I do."

Moses was frightened and nodded quickly.

"I like dealing with smart people."

Amber smiled slightly: "I will come to you before the end of the month. During this time, you can try to resist, or contact other Freemasons to encircle me, or even deliberately set a trap for me to get into. It doesn't matter if I'm bored anyway, so it doesn't matter if I play around. But in that case, you won't be the only one who will die."

At this point, his body leaned forward slightly, and his tone became gentle.

"Your children, your wife, your parents, anyone who is related to you by blood will be punished."

"No, I promise not!"

Moses's pale face looked even paler, like a dead person.

"I hope you can stay smart. After all, only smart people can live long."

Just like when she came, Amber disappeared on the sofa very abruptly after saying this.

If it weren't for the corpses on the ground and the food residue on the coffee table, Moses would have thought that everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

Plop!

He sat down on the ground, and the whole person seemed to be alive, and began to breathe heavily.

I don't know how long it took, Moses rushed into the second floor of the villa like crazy, came to his study, and opened the hidden safe house at the same time.

The layout inside was very simple. In addition to a phone, there were only jewelry, gold, and bundles of US dollars.

This was his personal habit. Compared with putting all the money in the bank, he liked the scene in front of him more.

Shakingly picking up the phone, Moses dialed a number.

After a moment, a somewhat puzzled voice sounded in the receiver.

"Moses, what's up?"

"Has there been any major action in the club recently?"

"Huh? Even you know about it? It seems that we have really lost face."

"Tell me what happened!"

Moses tried his best to suppress his emotions, but he still couldn't stop his excited tone.

He had to know why he was implicated.