Deadly Curve

Blood Sucking Bandage!

Russell couldn't figure out what the purpose of the Blood Sucking Bandage was, but now he knew: when tied to the wounds of undead creatures, they could be rendered half-dead.

He gripped the Desert Eagle, severed Michael's hands and feet, wrapped them tightly with Blood Sucking Bandage, then tied them with nylon rope and tossed them into the trunk.

It was a bit crowded, but Michael didn't say anything, so he probably didn't mind!

"Russell, what are you doing? Are you trying to reform him?" After getting into the car, Jennifer was still a little confused. Putting aside the possibility of reforming an enemy by healing him, the other party's recovery speed was so fast that he didn't even need bandages.

"That's no ordinary bandage. It's a sacred object for exorcising demons, created through thousands of years of experience in the Church!" Russell said with a straight face, spouting nonsense. "The cardinals made it by hand using a spinning wheel, the Pope blessed it with Holy Water, and finally it was bathed in the songs of the choir for three days and three nights... It's a powerful weapon to subdue demons, specifically designed to deal with the demons' Immortal Body."

Jennifer suddenly felt her lips go dry. In her mind, the Church was just a facade. Now that she thought about it, if there were devils, it was normal for the Pope to have great prophetic abilities.

"Then... and you, are you also a member of the Church? I thought you... you're Wizard?"

Russell nodded, looking like he didn't want to talk about it. "The Wizard is a facade. In fact, besides being a rich second-generation, I have a hidden identity that no one knows about. Have you heard of the Holy Knight Order? I am a member of it."

Jennifer shook her head; she had never heard of it.

"You've never heard of us? Our group is quite famous. Besides fighting demons and protecting the order of the human world, we also kill vampires, wipe out Werewolf every now and then, and occasionally capture a couple of Witch to be burned at the stake..." Russell said, then suddenly realized, "That's right, it's normal that you haven't heard of us. Ordinary people know very little about us."

"Is it really that powerful?" Jennifer was a little unsure, as it seemed she was also within the Knights' hunting range.

"We wouldn't say they're incredibly powerful; most of them are just ordinary people. But our captain is super strong!" Russell exclaimed dreamily. "Our captain, Van Helsing, is a legendary figure who has lived for hundreds of years. He's said to be the reincarnation of the archangel Gabriel, though whether that's true or not is unclear. But the number of monsters he's hunted is countless; their corpses could circle the Mug Town twice."

"Archangel..." Jennifer was confused but impressed. With her intelligence, she would probably believe anything Russell said.

"The Church recently discovered that the devils would be out on Halloween, so they specially assigned me to guard Mug Town and cut off the devils' claws." As Russell spoke, he showed off his Desert Eagle God, the gold and silver gun body covered with mysterious patterns, which immediately increased his persuasiveness.

"So your Lamborghini... do all the riders drive Lamborghini these days?"

"Not all of them, some drive Ferraris and Hummers." Russell sighed. "I used to drive Bugatti Chiron, but I crashed it while fighting the Witch a while ago, so I have to use Lamborghini for now. To be honest, this car is really not that great."

"..."

Jennifer had been stabbed in the chest and didn't want to speak.

Back home, Russell took Michael to the basement, intending to turn Michael into his slave, just like Jennifer.

It failed!

Michael truly deserves to be called a serial killer in film history. His mind is filled with nothing but killing. He has no other emotions besides his obsession with killing. He is as simple as a machine.

In Russell's words, Michael's brain was like a rock, infuriatingly hard. He felt no fear and offered no resistance to mental intrusion, but Russell couldn't find anything after entering and had no idea how to form a contract with him.

It's not that he's an empty shell without a soul, but rather that his soul is colorless and so empty that it's impossible to know where to begin!

Looking at Michael, who was bound by ropes and remained silent, Russell was in a rather troublesome situation. He couldn't kill him or control him, so he could only keep him locked up for the time being.

The idea of locking a serial killer in your basement was too insane; Russell feared he might never open his eyes again if he closed them. After much deliberation, he dragged Michael back to the trunk of the Chevrolet, found a welding torch, and sealed him inside.

Jennifer watched as Michael was sealed off without expressing any dissatisfaction. After she had eaten her fill, her human side began to dominate. Apart from having no aversion to cannibalism, she was no different from any other girl.

She loves to look pretty, is prone to jealousy, and enjoys spending money on things!

Only when you are full!

If Michael weren't so poor, he could totally live with Jennifer. The two of them, one is indestructible and the other is inexhaustible, complement each other perfectly, they're a perfect match!

After a few hours of quick sleep, Russell took Jennifer on the road the next day, driving Chevrolet in search of the Low Shoulder Band. The band members were shrouded in mystery, a crucial clue they needed to uncover before the devil punished them.

Jennifer has been a long-time follower of Low Shoulder Band, and according to her, lead singer Nikolai is a very talented but unfulfilled singer. He's good-looking, has a very unique voice, and possesses a captivating charm.

As she spoke, Jennifer even showed a lovestruck expression.

Russell was incredibly annoyed. This naive girl was too naive. She was stabbed to death and sacrificed to the devil last night, and today she's praising the other person for being handsome and talented but unappreciated.

There are many undiscovered geniuses in the world, but Russell bets that Nikolai is not among them. His voice and handsome face that makes girls scream are very likely the result of a deal with the devil.

So what is his identity? Wizard, or a follower of the devil?

Either way, it's worth Russell visiting in person.

Jennifer played a significant role in locating the Low Shoulder Band; she had their schedule and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the band members were currently in the neighboring town.

It's very close; it takes about half an hour by highway, but taking the shortcut is even faster.

Russell chose to take a shortcut, turning onto a dirt road at Jennifer's suggestion.

"Are you sure this route is shorter? It feels like we're heading into the mountains." After a bumpy fifteen-minute ride, they still hadn't seen the end of the dirt road, and the dense forest on both sides was only getting denser. Russell was getting impatient. If this was the so-called shortcut, they should have already reached their destination.

Jennifer was a little unsure and chuckled dryly, "Maybe I remembered wrong, I should turn at the next intersection."

Russell remained silent for a long time, then secretly decided that once he found a suitable slave, he would terminate Jennifer's contract and let her fend for herself.

Keeping this guy around will only ruin your teammates' game!

"Hey buddy, don't turn around here!"

Just as Russell turned around to go back the way he came, a young man in a blue shirt appeared in the rearview mirror, waving and calling out as he ran toward the Chevrolet.

Russell opened the car door and placed one hand on the Desert Eagle behind his back. Upon seeing this, the young man immediately stopped, maintaining a safe distance, and placed his hands in front of him. "Buddy, I mean no harm, I just need some help."

The white youth, who was out of shape and out of breath after running a few steps, was judged by Russell to be a complete weakling. He held the gun to warn the youth not to have any bad intentions.

The young man complained, "My friends and I were going camping by the lake, but some jerk put a wire down the road and all our cars broke down."

Russell raised an eyebrow, vividly recalling the scene, and connecting it to the previous bend, he roughly guessed what it was.

Deadly Curve! Mutant Cannibal!

In the past, he wouldn't have been so suspicious, but now the situation is different, and he can't help but associate any suspicious event with the devil.

The young man was still complaining. "What bad luck! There's not even a signal in this godforsaken place. If we hadn't heard the car, we would have walked to a nearby house for help."

"No, you're not unlucky at all! You're lucky, really lucky!" Russell said, leaving the young man bewildered. He then turned to Jennifer and said, "I'll be right back. You stay in the car and don't go anywhere."

Jennifer nodded repeatedly, asking expectantly, "Can I get something to eat?"

"No!" Russell knew who Jennifer was referring to—not Michael, but the young man in front of him.

Jennifer shrugged, leaning dejectedly against the passenger seat. The young man saw Russell walk alone into the dense forest and come to the Chevrolet. He wanted to ask Russell what he was doing, but when he saw the alluring Jennifer, he swallowed hard and put all his questions aside.

"Hey beautiful, are you alone?"

Jennifer rolled her eyes. Anyone who wasn't blind could see there were two people. No... there were three, there was one more crammed into the trunk.

"Hey beautiful, was that Asian guy your boyfriend just now?"

"No, it's my master!"

"?"

The young man was dumbfounded.

[Failure Diary]

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