American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 109 The Fallen Nun

Then another strong man wearing a mask and holding a chainsaw entered the scene.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the trial!"

Roy pressed the button to start the chainsaw, which was a prop found in the basement, not his chainsaw sword.

The person operating the camera was Keller Evans. This woman was a journalist and had worked in a TV station, so she knew how to do live TV broadcasts.

After knowing Roy's plan, Keller, who had always supported procedural justice, suddenly came to her senses and agreed to help Roy use lynching. It should be that the experience of the past two days had caused her to change.

Roy had stopped the bleeding from Keller's wounds, and the medical supplies in this basement were quite complete.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am today's judge. You can call me the Knight of Dread."

This is the code name Roy gave himself to avoid being given a messy name by others later.

"Does this guy look familiar? Yes, he's one of the leaders of the Dark Web organization in Texas, and he once controlled the fate of countless people. But today, I will bring justice to those innocent souls, using the same methods he once used."

As he spoke, Roy pressed the button again, putting the chainsaw into high-speed mode, and then took it to the manager.

The manager has realized his fate, and his desire to survive makes him make a final struggle.

But unfortunately, the manager could do nothing because his shoulder blade was pierced by the iron hook and his legs were locked.

"Don't be afraid, you won't be alone. I'll send those above you down there to keep you company!"

After saying this, Roy started sawing the manager's waist with an electric saw.

The cutting ability of this electric saw is completely incomparable to that of a chainsaw sword, and its efficiency in sawing a human body is very low. However, this is what Roy wants. He wants the manager to experience the feelings of those he has tortured.

Because his mouth was blocked, the manager couldn't speak, but his pale expression still showed his pain.

It is indeed very satisfying to saw people with a chainsaw. Roy likes the chainsaw sword very much. The only problem is that the amount of bleeding is extremely large, especially the chainsaw in the private club has limited cutting ability.

It took Roy more than a minute to saw the manager into two pieces. A large amount of feces fell out, but because of the diaphragm in the abdominal cavity, some of the other party's most important organs were still preserved.

This is the most painful part of beheading. Because the key organs that maintain life are still functioning, the person being beheaded will not die immediately.

Those who are unlucky may struggle for several hours before dying in pain.

What awaits the manager is endless fear and despair, and he will feel the approach of death little by little.

"This gentleman has received his punishment, but you in front of the camera have not yet been punished. Don't let me find you!"

Roy, covered in blood, made a heart shape with his hands to the camera. This action looked extremely strange in this scene, and it made all the wealthy people who were watching the live broadcast feel cold in their hearts.

If these people were near Roy, he would definitely be able to reap a lot of fear.

The live broadcast was cut off by Keller, her face full of revengeful pleasure.

"Keller, how do you feel?"

Because of his life-saving grace, Roy and Kyler Evans became much closer, and they could now call each other by name.

"My body hurts, but my heart is happy!"

Keller's answer was just as Roy expected.

"So do you still think procedural justice is better now?"

Hearing this, Keller looked at Roy seriously.

"Roy, just because I support your lynching this time doesn't mean I'll abandon procedural correctness. Not everyone has the same power as you, and you shouldn't overuse lynching, or you'll make a mistake one day!"

Keller's words surprised Roy. He didn't expect that this female reporter had such a strong sense of justice.

Excessive use of lynching will indeed cause social chaos, but there is no perfect system in this world. What truly keeps society stable is the human heart.

Roy shrugged, walked over to Keller and helped her out of the live broadcast room.

"Keller, you know me. I don't have any bad intentions other than picking up beautiful women. If the dark web wasn't so outrageous, I wouldn't do this."

Hearing this, Keller also sighed.

"There's no chance of easing tensions between us and the Dark Web now. Be prepared!"

"I don't think the Dark Web will track me down so quickly. But you, Keller, have already appeared on camera, so I'm afraid it will be more troublesome."

"I will go find my friends. They have some influence in the government and should be able to protect me for a while. Then I will find a way to expose the dark web incident."

The female reporter was really stubborn, and Roy couldn't do anything about her, so he could only wish her the best.

"Don't die, I'm going to give you an interview!"

When Roy mentioned the interview, Keller couldn't help laughing, and the laughter hurt her wound.

"Don't worry, I won't forget!"

When walking out of the secret passage, Roy suddenly thought of Isabella.

The nun said that after clearing out the sinners, she would go to the basement to find me, but now I have completed the basement copy and she still hasn't shown up.

Did something unexpected happen?
Keller was a little surprised that Roy suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong, Roy?"

"I came in with a friend. I don't know why she didn't come to join me."

"Then go find her!"

Keller's main injury was in her shoulders, but she had no problem walking, so Roy took her with him to find Isabella.

Finally, Sister Isabella was seen in a luxurious box with an abdominal injury.

"Ms. Isabella, what happened?"

The nun remained silent, just looking at the girl who had fainted in front of her, holding a bloody dagger in her hand.

The girl who fainted was wearing sexy clothes and was obviously an employee of the club, that is, a skilled woman.

Not far away, there was a man in his fifties with a big belly, who was naked and shot to death.

Seeing this scene, Roy had a rough guess.

Isabella probably killed the rich man and spared the innocent girl, but was stabbed by the girl.

In this era, not all people working in clubs are forced to do so, or are from poor families. Many of them are vain and want to make quick money.

Especially this kind of private club, where only dignitaries come and go, is regarded by some as a shortcut to success.

These people may not be aware of how low the hope is, but they just want to take a gamble.

Isabella, who destroyed this opportunity, became their enemy.

"Ms. Isabella, are you okay?"

Roy supported the nun. The nun wanted to refuse, but as soon as Roy touched her, her body softened.

"Roy, she must be injured, carry her out!"

Roy was a little surprised that the archangel's human body was so fragile, but he still followed Keller's advice and carried Isabella on his back.

"do not want!"

Isabella replied in a dreamy voice, and her skin began to turn pink, but Roy, who was talking to Keller, didn't notice.

"Keller, Molly is still waiting for us outside, we should go!"

"I really want to use a camera to record the ugly behavior of these people, but unfortunately..."

"Haha, if you do this, you will definitely win this year's Pulinzer Prize!" Keller shook his head and did not respond to Roy.

"I think it's more likely that eighteen gunshot wounds to the back would be ruled a suicide."

It seems that the female reporter is also aware of the style of some people, but she is still able to uphold justice, which is really rare.

Roy still admires these firewood carriers. Perhaps their behavior seems stupid in the eyes of egoists, but it is because of them that this society has positive energy.

Because it is located in a remote area and there are no houses within a few kilometers, no one noticed the movement at the private club.

Roy carried the nun on his back and helped Keller into the van.

"Keller, Roy, are you hurt?"

Molly saw Roy and Keller covered in blood.

"The blood on me is someone else's. Keller is the one who is really injured, but I have already helped her stop the bleeding."

Keller was just an ordinary person, and his face was very pale due to excessive blood loss.

Isabella was the same. She was confused and her face was flushed. Roy touched her forehead and found that the temperature was very high.

This archangel actually has a fever.

"Do you need my help? I've learned some medical skills!"

Roydo glanced at Molly. It was good news that this little girl had studied medical care.

"Molly, drive to the motel first!"

As he spoke, Roy took out his cell phone and called Elena. The private club still needed someone to clean the floor, and since he needed someone to clean the floor, he had to find one of his own people.

After Roy explained the situation here, he heard Elena's roar with a strong hint of "mother".

"Fuck! You're just telling me now!"

The sound was so loud that even Molly and Keller in the front row heard it.

Roy couldn't help but hold the phone farther away to protect his eardrums.

"Sister Elena, things have come to this. Maybe if you move faster you can find something in the club. Otherwise, the mercenaries will destroy the place."

No matter how fast the mercenaries move, they are certainly no match for the FBI-SWAT team on call 24 hours a day, unless the dark web has a special mercenary team in Austin.

Hearing this, Elena had no choice but to put Roy's affairs aside for the time being and hung up the phone after saying something harsh.

"Just wait, next time I'll make sure to drain you dry with Saltana!"

As expected of a bold and uninhibited elder sister, the harsh words she said were different from those of ordinary people. Roy was so scared that he almost stood up to salute.

Keller looked at Roy with strange eyes. After meeting Jennifer and Needy, she knew that Roy was very extravagant. She didn't expect that he was even more extravagant than she imagined.

"again?"

Roy smiled awkwardly.

Then, Keller's eyes noticed Isabella, who was still running a high fever. At this moment, the nun was constantly rubbing against Roy, not like a proper nun at all.

"There's another one here."

Roy felt Keller's gaze, and he was actually a little surprised that the great Archangel Michael had become like this.

"I just met this person, I'm really not familiar with him!"

"I think it will be cooked later."

While they were chatting, Molly had already driven the van to the motel where she had stayed before, where Roy's second-hand yellow Chevrolet Camaro was also parked.

Roy helped Isabella out of the car and said goodbye to Keller.

"You'd better leave Texas, or the dark web might find you."

"Keller and I will return to Los Angeles. I have many friends there and it should be safer."

It seems Keller has a plan.

Hearing this, Roy suddenly thought of something and answered the other party with a smile.

"Oh, maybe we'll see each other again soon."

"That's great! I will definitely treat you well! Have a good trip!"

"A favorable wind!"

Molly drove away with Keller, while Roy helped Isabella into his car.

"Ms. Isabella, shall I take you back to the church we were in?"

Although the nun killed the most people, Roy was not worried at all that she would be retaliated against by the dark web.

However, Isabella's high fever seemed to be very serious, so Roy had to take her to a nearby pharmacy to buy some antipyretics.

It would be funny if the Archangel's human form died of a high fever.

If Elizabeth knew about this, she would probably laugh for three days and three nights.

After Isabella took some antipyretic medicine, her consciousness recovered somewhat, but she was still not fully awake.

Roy had no choice but to send Isabella directly back to the dilapidated church where he had picked her up before.

It was unknown how long the church had been abandoned. The benches inside were gone, and a part of the roof had collapsed. There was only a piece of cloth in the corner, which seemed to be where Isabella usually rested.

These living conditions are too harsh, but they are in line with the ascetic lifestyle in the church.

Even in modern times, there are a group of people in the church who choose to live a poor life, eating only bread and water, and never sleeping on Simmons mattresses or soft beds.

These people believe that this will bring them closer to God.

Isabella, as the human body of an angel, seems to also follow this lifestyle.

After placing Isabella on the shabby cloth, Roy felt a little sorry for her, so he went back to the car and dug out some blankets.

Roy had left these blankets in the car when he was on a long trip, thinking that if he didn't find a motel at night, he could still spend the night in the car.

Western America is mostly desert, with a huge temperature difference between day and night, and it is very cold at night.

Roy helped Isabella remove a door panel and spread a blanket on it to serve as a bed, then picked up the nun and put her on it.

But at this moment, Isabella's limbs suddenly wrapped around Roy tightly and refused to let go.

This action made Roy very strange. Although his willpower was over 30, his resistance to beauty was not up to par.

After all, Isabella was also an absolute beauty, with a look comparable to Elizabeth and Jennifer.

"Ms. Isabella, please control yourself. I am not a gentleman!"

It was Isabella's red lips that responded to Roy.

Roy used his last bit of willpower to dodge for a moment, then looked down to see Isabella's face flushed with a mixture of innocence and desire.

"Ms. Isabella, um…"

This time, Isabella put her arms around Roy's neck, leaving him no room to dodge.

Thus, the string of rationality in Roy's head broke.

(End of this chapter)