Chapter 318: The Devil Among Angels

After having fun, Oakley returned to the town under the cover of night.

At this time, most people in the town were already asleep, and even the pubs were closed and not open until late at night.

He returned to the room through the window which had been left a crack, and first checked the door to make sure that no one had come in without permission. Then he put on his clothes, lay down comfortably on the bed, uttered a comfortable cry, and fell asleep peacefully.

He had never felt such pleasure in killing since he gained the ability.

From killing secretly at the beginning to killing openly, from one to a group, his threshold was constantly raised.

Sometimes he would worry about what would happen if all the criminals were killed, but he would soon lose himself in the pleasure of killing.

Who cares about all that? He will keep on doing evil and will never stop. All I can do is kill, kill, kill, and kill until I feel satisfied.

“The angels will reward me, and heaven will take my soul away.”

Unlike his peaceful sleep, the news that the Green Gang’s base camp was swept away by a suspected supernatural black-winged angel quickly spread out.

This is a big deal, and for many people in this small place, tonight is a restless night.

Some relevant personnel were woken up by phone calls in the middle of the night. They answered the phone with an unhappy look on their faces. Before they could say anything, they listened to the news as if it were a legend. At this time, most of them would even wonder if they were still dreaming.

Unfortunately, this is the reality and they can only sigh “It’s fucked up.”

For most of them, the existence of the extraordinary is like a real legend.

I’ve heard a lot about it and watched a lot of videos, but I’ve never seen it with my own eyes.

The closest thing to them was probably a few years ago when a meteorite demon appeared in a city in their country. In the fierce battle, half of the city was destroyed. The ruins have not been rebuilt yet. A famous gang has been seriously damaged and no longer powerful.

But their fame will last as the video spreads and become a permanent background board.

The rest is just gossip from the north.

Something like several extraordinary people fighting each other into a mess, and becoming a werewolf can make one immune to all diseases.

As for what happened in Japan, it is a bit too far away for them and is not within their consideration. They only pay attention to it for fun.

So for such a small and shabby place, how could the Green Gang have the ability to attract the attention of a supernatural being? If they really wanted to play superhero tricks, there are bigger gangs that are even more vicious. Why bother with a small family like them who rely on farming for most of their income?

The remaining gang members basically only had two thoughts.

One is to take the opportunity to recruit people, take over the gang’s legacy, regain control of the orchard, and then pray that the extraordinary person is just passing by and roaring out of dissatisfaction, and then leaves after roaring, and will not kill them all.

The other option is to pack up your belongings overnight and run away, first planning to go to the capital and sell the information here to the gangs over there, or you don’t have to sell the information and just join the gang over there.

It’s not that they don’t want to flee to a farther place, but these people can’t save much money. If they can escape to the capital, it’s considered a diligent effort. Most of them don’t even have the money to escape.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s true.”

“Get up, everyone! Pack your things and don’t ask anything. I’ll explain it to you on the way!”

“The one who returns to the base camp first is the boss! Let’s fight!”

Various telephone rings rang in the town, lights were turned on in every household, and old cars hurriedly started up and left.

There is noise in the calm, and fanaticism hidden under the repression.

The day dispels the darkness.

The pub didn’t open that early, but the pub owner got up very early today and woke Oakley up.

“Red is dead, and his name is no longer useful, if you still want to live here,” said Eric, the tavern owner, rubbing his fingers.

His behavior is already on the verge of death.

But Oakley is a principled person, and he stole a few wallets when he killed people yesterday. The money in them isn’t much, but it’s not too little either, at least enough to get to the state capital.

“What the hell, he’s dead already? We just met yesterday. Are you looking for a reason to take money from me?” Oakley muttered.

“Bullshit, go ask old man Qiao yourself, he is dead, yesterday. Never mind, I will let you stay one more day, but you won’t have any food to eat. You will leave town tomorrow morning. This is a piece of advice, things won’t be peaceful in the near future.”

Eric looked gloomy.

“Are you on bad terms with that guy named Red? Aren’t you in a gang?” Oakley asked casually.

Eric’s face was dark. “He broke the rules and increased the commission he took from my store. The money he earned from working all day in the tavern passed down from my ancestors was barely enough to feed himself. Do you think I had a good relationship with him? Now that he’s dead, I’m not afraid to talk about it.”

After hearing Eric’s words, Oakley’s murderous intent immediately subsided, and he happily pulled out a few bills from his pants.

“Here, a burrito for lunch.”

Eric was a little surprised that Oakley could take out the money, but he still took it, counted it, and handed another one back.

“I still suggest you leave tomorrow, otherwise you’ll be in trouble. Our town no longer has any gang protection, and the nearby gangs won’t let go of this opportunity. We’re fine, but you’re an outsider, so it’s highly likely that you won’t get any benefits.”

“Thank you for your advice. I will leave tomorrow.”

Tonight, he will also go to the territories of two nearby gangs to carry out a cleanup operation.

As for whether anyone would suspect him later, that was not within his consideration.

By then he might have already arrived in the capital, where he had no ties and no one could threaten him with other people’s lives.

Eric nodded and walked away without saying anything more. He had said everything he needed to say anyway. They were all adults and should be responsible for their own future.

After the pub opened, Oakley walked down and took a look. There were few people. He ate a burrito, drank a beer offered by the owner, borrowed a map, and went back to the room to plan his route.

You may not get a ride if you hitchhike, and it’s a waste of time, so you might as well steal a car and hide it tonight, then drive away the next day.

His logic for looking for Shirai was simple, which was to create a big enough incident on the road. He believed that as long as he did so, the angel would notice him and know that he was here.

As for whether he will be received, that is another matter.

He never thought that the place the angel told him was wrong, and his deep loyalty did not allow him to think in this way.

“My Lord Angel will be happy for my growth and will see a brand new me!”

It’s just dark.

Oakley couldn’t wait to set off for the bases of two other gangs nearby.

One of them had obviously stepped up its defenses, all weapons were drawn, and their boss was nowhere to be seen.

Oakley sneaked in like a ghost, activated the silent area, and eliminated them one by one. By the time they finally reacted, it was too late.

The sound of gunfire only lasted for a short time, and Oakley dug the gang leader out of the basement, found a pointed pole, stuck him in from the bottom, and stood him outside the base to dry.

That dying, faint humming sound was the best reward for Oakley.

He came to the second gang base, where only a few small gang members were left, and the main force had disappeared somewhere unknown.

But someone will know.

Oakley found the town controlled by the enemy and easily pried some people’s mouths open, knowing that they were hiding in a remote farm. “Do you think you can hide?”

base camp.

The gang leader still had some brains. After confirming from several people that the Green Oil Gang next door was destroyed by a sudden extraordinary person, he did not send people to occupy the territory immediately. He also did not think that he could escape the disaster by raising his defense like another gang.

He asked his subordinates to shut down communications and hide together in a farm, but he only took two confidants with him and hid in the gang base where there were only two or three kittens.

That’s right, even the two or three kittens assigned to guard the door didn’t know that their boss was hiding inside, suffering every minute.

Even if the official army came to encircle and suppress him, he would not be so afraid.

Because he was a survivor of the meteorite demon incident a few years ago.

It was during that terrible disaster that he witnessed with his own eyes the horror of the supernatural beings. Ordinary light firepower could not cause any harm to them, and they did not have tanks or missiles at all. It was simply beyond human power to resist.

But if he escaped, he would not be willing to give up the foundation he had built, so he came up with this idea to bet that the extraordinary person would not stay here for long, but just pass by.

Time was passing, and he couldn’t help but check his phone every few seconds.

Until a message came.

[The Drunkard Gang is gone! The Supernatural is here! ]

call.

After hearing the bad news, he breathed a sigh of relief. Next, it depended on whether he could deceive the other party.

Once successful, he would be the only major force in this area in the future.

Those who served as bait were dead, but his weapons and money were still hidden.

The boss turned on several computers, and several surveillance screens appeared on them.

He and his confidant stared at the screen nervously, afraid of missing anything.

“Is this a human or a ghost?”

Oakley’s figure appeared in the surveillance video.

The body was wrapped in black flames, with a pair of black wings behind it, and the head was covered by a pair of hands extending behind it. The faint black flames were like the shape of eyeballs, staring at everything in front of it.

The surveillance was installed secretly, but it could still receive sound. However, when this guy, who was either an angel or a devil, appeared, the sound seemed to be cut off. No matter how much they adjusted the volume, they could not hear a single sound.

The surveillance video in front of me seemed to have turned into a silent plasma film.

People were like ants in a boiling pot, blood and limbs were flying everywhere, and someone stopped breathing every minute and every second.

The boss looked at his phone, which was vibrating wildly.

Not only him, but even his confidant’s cell phone was vibrating constantly to remind him.

But no one dared to answer.

They just watched their companions being slaughtered, blood stained the farm hut, and many scenes were dyed blood red.

The throats of several people were tightly contracted, and no sound came out, just like the surveillance footage.

Finally, the picture became still.

The devil was probably chasing after a few people who had escaped, and the sound of the surveillance camera resumed.

But all they could hear was the rustling sound of air flowing and the sound of blood dripping everywhere.

And the demon probably killed all the people who escaped, then returned to the cabin, sat on the red sofa with a swagger, and looked up at the ceiling. Although their face could not be seen clearly, they could all tell that he was clearly enjoying himself.

At this moment, the boss was in a trance and couldn’t tell who was the bad guy and who was the good guy.

Or maybe both of them are evil, but the other one found an excuse to convince himself.

And the number of people this extraordinary man killed today is more than the boss has killed directly and indirectly in his entire life.

Oakley didn’t notice that the gang’s leader was absent and didn’t care about the surveillance.

After the killing, he took some money, found a low-key car that had not been modified much, filled it with gas, drove to the town where he lived, found a place to hide, and then returned to the tavern.

Everything was done before nine o’clock.

There were faint noises coming from downstairs, and it seemed that quite a few people were drinking tonight.

Of course, it may also be that under fear, everyone needs a place full of people to relax.

Oakley dressed and went downstairs.

“What do we do next?”

“The Green Gang is finished. The remaining few kittens can’t even defend their base camp, and they still want to seize power.”

“They can’t provide us with protection anymore. Just wait. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, people from nearby gangs will come.”

“Wow, my Aixan, we haven’t even found all the bodies.”

“Don’t cry, many people are the same, we can only dig a hole and bury them together.”

Oakley also saw the woman who had treated him to drinks yesterday.

At this time, she was drinking alone and drunk.

“Oh, dear Oakley, my fiancé died last night. It was so tragic. I went to see him today and only half of his head was left. I almost couldn’t recognize his awful face.” The woman was half drunk and saw Oakley, her voice sounding like she was talking to herself.

“Didn’t you say last night that you didn’t want to marry him?” Oakley asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, please, what they said in the bar couldn’t be true. It’s true that I wanted to have fun with you, but my fiancé and I are also in true love.” She said this with confidence.

Oakley shrugged. Well, he was just innocent.

“He said he wanted to give me the best wedding, and he kept saving money, but what’s the use? If he became a gang member, he wouldn’t know when he would die on the street. That’s why I didn’t have children because otherwise I would just be a tool for the gang to hold guns. Why can’t he understand that?”

The more she spoke, the more her head drooped. Slowly, her voice faded away, and she lay down on the table, falling into a deep sleep.

“.I’ll take her back.”

A familiar voice sounded behind Oakley. It was the haggard old man Joe.

He looked at Oakley, his eyes flickering, and forced a smile: “She lives across from me, she’s my neighbor’s child.”

“Oh, old man Joe, do you need my help?”

Oakley asked.

Old man Joe shook his head, skillfully helped the drunk woman up, and slowly walked towards the door of the pub, leaving Oakley with his back.

(End of this chapter)