Trap and "Trapped Beast"

"Wuwu--wuwu--wuwuwu------"

The reporter writhed desperately on the wooden pillar!

"Stop crying, stop crying, I'll get you down in a moment." Joe. James walked forward, took out his dagger, cut the rope, and then pulled the cloth out of the reporter's mouth. "If you keep yelling nonsense, don't blame me for breaking your teeth."

"Come on, he can't understand you anyway. Get Mr. Zhang over here," Taylor said.

"Cough cough cough cough..." The reporter first coughed violently, then shouted in terror, "These people, these people are just executioners! The real murderers are... cough cough... the police station north of the city!"

"What is he shouting?"

"Who knows. Mr. Zhang, could you come here for a moment?"

Just then, the lights in the theater audience suddenly lit up! The huge oil lamp overhead was lit one by one, followed by the wall lamps on both sides. In less than tens of seconds, the entire theater hall was completely bright!

Everyone was stunned by the change.

Even Chaoyang was a little caught off guard.

Fortunately, his main body did not follow the action, so the mere light and shadow would not expose his existence.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Someone above was clicking their tongue.

Chaoyang looked up and saw that about a dozen people had suddenly appeared in the viewing corridor on the second floor. Unlike the murderers on stage, they were all wearing indigo uniforms and white trousers, with top hats on their heads and long guns in their hands.

One of them had more conspicuous attire, with a collar tab at his neck and epaulets on his shoulders, likely the leader. He rested his hands on the railing, leaned over, and said, "Mr. Dane, you shouldn't have said that. If rats knew nothing, perhaps there would still be a way to survive, but now, even if they escape the theater, they will absolutely not survive."

"Damn it, what's going on!?" Joe. James looked around and said, "Host, are these also part of your arrangements?"

"Stop shouting! Didn't you want to contact the mastermind?" Zhang Zhiyuan interrupted coldly, "Now they've come to our doorstep."

"You're crazy, Ghost! As the captain of the police, you're actually helping your superior do this kind of thing!" Kurt. Dane said sternly while gasping for breath, "I will never let this matter be buried. Once it's reported, you will all be sent to the gallows! And those company executives too!"

"You always have unrealistic illusions. It was the same with the last report, even though the police station had already warned you," the man called Ghost shook his head. "Think about it carefully, with the courage of the Jedi brothers, would they dare to report your so-called truth? With just your word, how many people in the city would believe you."

The reporter was speechless for a moment.

"Of course, you have no chance of leaving alive. Just be a good sacrifice. At the same time, I must thank you for luring so many rats to me," the police captain adjusted the brim of his hat. "As for everyone below... there are still six hours until dawn. I hope you can last a little longer."

His subordinates raised their guns.

"I understand, so that's how it is..." Zhang Zhiyuan said slowly with a grim face.

Why could a serial murder case span several months without being solved? Why was such a large organized crime group undiscovered... Because it was an inside job! The police themselves were planning the murders, hiring killers, and deliberately leaving clues for those who were investigating on their own. Any investigator who was drawn in would become prey in a trap!

"Brother Zhang, stop understanding, they have guns in their hands!" Zhou Zhi felt his scalp tingle. "What should we do now?"

"Charge into the blind spots of their shooting." Zhang Zhiyuan looked at the people on the second floor, his mind made up. "Those guns don't seem to be capable of rapid fire. We have a great chance of escaping back into the corridors on both sides of the hall."

"Listen, listen to you. Should we go left or right?"

"Left, to where we came from!" Zhang Zhiyuan said, then suddenly shouted, "Run!"

Before his voice fell, all six of them started running, and they all chose the east side without exception!

At the same time, gunshots rang out continuously, but the sound of firing was not loud, like a sharp, short whistle! Bullets landed on the seats with crackling explosions, and shattered cotton flew out like snowflakes, scattering around them.

"Ugh--"

Just as they were about to rush through the door, Anthony groaned and fell to the ground. Taylor and Asahara Naruko turned back at the first moment, dragged him into the corridor under fire.

"I... I've been shot," the Russian groaned, clutching his neck.

It could be seen that blood was seeping from between his fingers ceaselessly. If the bleeding was not stopped in time, he would fall into shock from blood loss before long.

"Do you have bandages!" Naruko looked at everyone. "I can bandage it!"

"It's useless, he's injured a major blood vessel, it should be an external vein," Taylor shook his head. "With this kind of injury, even if you tie him to death with a bandage, it's useless."

In fact, Anthony was not the only one who was shot.

Joe, Taylor, and Asahara Naruko had also been hit once or twice, but they were lucky. The bullets hit their bodies without completely penetrating their stab vests.

"What kind of weapons are they using? Their shooting speed is much faster than last time!" Joe. James said indignantly.

"They are firearms powered by steam," Chaoyang "appeared" again and said. "And the cavalry you encountered on the beach used gunpowder weapons."

This was not him deliberately tricking his fellow Earthlings. In fact, he was equally surprised when he saw the weapons the enemy was using. They all had gas tanks on their backs, wrapped in leather covers, and looked about the size of a travel bag. Because of the additional power source, they didn't need to reload gunpowder, and they could shoot about once every two seconds.

"Steam rifles?" Taylor said in disbelief. "Shouldn't this thing only exist as a fantasy on paper?"

"Now that you mention it, I feel relieved," the American spat. "Isn't Paradise itself a fantasy?"

"They're going to catch up soon," Zhou Zhi leaned against the doorframe, seeing all the men in blue rushing down the stairs to the first floor. "We have to get out through the window quickly!"

"We can't escape," Zhang Zhiyuan shook his head. "Since this was originally a trap, the entrance must have been blocked long ago. Didn't you forget what the reporter said? These people are all police. Even if we get onto the street, they can openly kill us."

"That's right, and surviving is meaningless to us. Points are more important," Naruko chimed in. "If we don't rescue the reporter, all our efforts in the latter half will be in vain."

This statement was agreed upon by the others.

"Suka blyat, it's perfect for me to fight them here!" the Russian muttered, then his brow twitched, and he slowly moved his hand away. "What's going on, the wound doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"I've lowered your pain level. Of course, this has nothing to do with bleeding. You only have about fifteen minutes left to live," Chaoyang said.

"I knew it, thank you, Host!" Without pain, Anthony immediately perked up.

"Hey, can you adjust ours too?" Zhou Zhi couldn't help but ask.

"The lower the pain, the lower your control over your body, in simple terms, the less agile you are," Chaoyang refused. "Believe me, combat is not better when you are more numb."

"I don't know if this is just my imagination..." the Englishman stared at Chaoyang, his eyes seeming thoughtful. "Host, you seem to be getting more and more concerned about our mission."

"Isn't it better to have a good time in this battle where the truth is revealed?" the latter replied calmly. "Paradise always stands on the players' side, hoping to provide you with the greatest fun. Please rest assured, the high ticket price you paid will not be in vain. We will definitely make it worth your while. New reminder, the enemy is here."