American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 275 You'd better wash your neck clean.
The white man covered in runes was crushed under the collapsing warehouse door.

The sliding doors of these warehouses typically weigh over a ton, and the white man was crushed by the warehouse door, spitting blood and losing consciousness.

The remaining two were stunned. Before they could react, Roy pulled out his revolver and shot each of them.

"Amy, are you okay?"

Amy looked at Roy with tears in her eyes and rushed towards him like a fledgling returning to its nest.

"Roy, you finally came to save me! I was so scared!"

Roy could sense Amy's fear, so he hugged Amy and comforted her.

Roy only let Amy go after she had completely calmed down.

Taking out these kidnappers wasn't the end of the matter; Roy also wanted to know who was behind these three guys.

It's obvious that Amy shouldn't have been kidnapped. Even human traffickers would have thought Amy was too old, let alone the fact that these three kidnappers were recording with a digital camera.

Roy searched the guy trapped under the warehouse door and found something that surprised him: a dark web membership card.

How is this related to the dark web again? And why is it Amy who got into trouble again?

Roy felt that Amy and the dark web were truly incompatible.

However, Roy was somewhat surprised that the dark web's influence had spread to Australia.

Could it be that the dark web has influence all over the world?

That's really quite scary!

Roy slapped the white man awake and began interrogating him about who was behind it all.

"Tell me, who sent you to do this!"

Under the influence of the shadow of fear, the guy quickly lost his composure and blurted out everything.

The white man covered in runes was actually a high-ranking member of a large local gang in Sydney. This gang happened to have business dealings with the dark web and received a job from the dark web.

The reason why the dark web is so powerful is because it does an excellent job of serving the wealthy and powerful.

This criminal network has developed into what it is today because it satisfies the dirty tastes of the wealthy and powerful, allows them to do dirty work, and enables gangs to connect with big shots through the dark web.

"I don't know who that guy is, I only know that his name is Mr. Kim!"

Mr. Jin, could it be Don King?
No one would cause trouble for someone close to them for no reason, and the only person Roy had offended with the surname King was Don King.

It's not certain yet. Perhaps Mr. King is just an alias. Even if Roy doesn't like Don King, he might not want to create a misunderstanding and let the real mastermind go unpunished.

In that case, we have to make a trip to the dark web stronghold in Sydney.

"Tell me, where are the dark web outposts in Sydney?"

The white man seemed somewhat resistant and unwilling to speak, so Roy increased the power of the Shadow of Fear.

In the blink of an eye, this guy couldn't resist and revealed the location of the dark web base.

So Roy used maximum power Shadow of Terror to scare the guy so much that his tofu pudding spilled out of his ears.

"Roy, is this another trick by the dark web?"

Amy gritted her teeth as she stared at the corpse on the ground, and couldn't help but kick it twice.

Even though more than half a year has passed, Amy still can't get over what happened last Christmas.

"The dark web is just a middleman; there must be someone else behind it trying to cause me trouble. Amy, I'll take you back first, and then I'll go after the dark web."

Roy carried Amy outside the warehouse and placed her on a blue Harley-Davidson Buell Firebolt motorcycle.

"...Ladies and gentlemen, Sydney's profit growth this summer has far exceeded expectations, so let's toast to money!"

In a dimly lit conference room, a group of well-dressed people sat at the conference table, raising their glasses to a dark figure on the screen.

The atmosphere was very relaxed, and everyone looked very happy.

One of the men in the suit whistled.

"The Olympics are such a money-maker! Whether it's running an escort service or the red-light district, they're making a killing! I wish there were an Olympics every year!"

Another man in a suit laughed and made a sarcastic remark about the previous person.

"Ha! If the Olympics were held every year as you say, then the Olympics would lose all their value!"

Everyone nodded. The reason the Olympics are profitable is because they are held every four years and require government backing to be organized.

Another man in a suit sighed.

"The next profitable business will be handled by the Greek branch, and will have nothing to do with the Sydney branch."

A man in a suit looked on with curiosity.

"By the way, are you making preparations for the Olympics eight years from now?"

"Don't even think about it, the University of Tokyo won't give us any chance! Instead of thinking about that, we should think about which country will host the Olympics in 2012 and make arrangements in advance."

This statement resonated with most people. Although many Europeans and Americans tend to ignore the University of Tokyo in the media, no one in the upper echelons dares to underestimate it.

At that moment, the shadowy figure on the screen spoke.

"Gentlemen, there's always a way. I firmly believe one thing: in this world, only money never sleeps!"

"Money never sleeps" is a famous saying on Wall Street, and it also represents the mindset of a certain nation. From this, you can see why these people can be so ruthless.

If capitalists are willing to sell the rope that hangs them for profit, what wouldn't they dare to do?

After laughing for a while, the shadowy figure gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Gentlemen, that concludes today's meeting. I hope you can generate even more profits in the final stretch before the Olympics conclude."

"Don't worry, Chairman!"

"There won't be any problems, Chairman!"

The men in suits in the conference room began vying to flatter the black figure on the screen, but the screen quickly went black, indicating that the other party had gone offline.

After the meeting ended, the people in the meeting room prepared to leave.

At that moment, a security guard rushed in, and perhaps in his haste, he knocked over a chair.

Immediately, a man in a suit expressed his dissatisfaction with the security personnel's behavior.

"What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and panicked!"

"Manager, someone has breached the stronghold! We're about to be overwhelmed!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the conference room. The person called the manager remained relatively calm and gestured for the others to be quiet.

"Don't panic! How many people are there? Are they Sydney police?"

The security guard swallowed hard before answering.

"There was only one person, and that person called himself the Fear Knight!"

Roy hasn't used the Fear Knight alias in a long time. The last time he used it was in Austin, when he teamed up with Isabella to deal with an underground clubhouse in a suburban villa.

Isabella, who was wreaking havoc at the time, has been confirmed to be Michael's human form. The federal government dared not touch her or investigate her because of Elise's influence, so the identity of the Fear Knight has not been revealed to this day.

Fortunately, the mask he had used that day was still in his inventory, so Roy took it out again when he attacked the dark web stronghold.

Unlike the underground club in Austin, this dark web outpost in Sydney seemed to be just an office, though it was still heavily guarded by gang members. Unfortunately for them, Roy was no longer the same man he once was, and no amount of guards could stop him.

If it weren't for the fear that the Dark Web's higher-ups would have fled, Roy would have wanted to kill everyone in the stronghold. A single glance from his Judgment Eye revealed that there wasn't a single good person left at the scene.

Roy, armed with two revolvers, went on a rampage and quickly arrived at the conference room.

Just as the leaders of the dark web were thinking of leaving, Roy caught them red-handed.

Looking at the group of middle-aged men in suits, their demeanor seemed to be that of upper-class people, completely different from those outside who also wore suits but looked sleazy.

Roy immediately knew he had come to the right place.

Who's in charge here?

Roy's sharp gaze swept over everyone present, but no one answered.

So Roy just shot and killed a man in a suit, the sudden shooting startling everyone.

"You can continue to remain silent. Anyway, I only need one person alive for interrogation. You can try your luck!"

Roy's gun kept swiping back and forth, putting immense psychological pressure on everyone present.

Although everyone knew Roy wouldn't leave any survivors, some still took a chance and pointed out the manager.

"He's the manager!"

"Oh? Thank you very much for your honesty. You can go now."

Upon hearing this, the man in the suit was overjoyed and quickly ran past Roy.

boom!
The man fell to the ground.

"Sorry, I only said you could leave, I didn't say you wouldn't die!"

Roy's behavior sent a chill down the spines of the other men in suits, and the man identified as the manager glared at him with a livid face.

Do you know what happens if you go against the dark web?

Others didn't know what the Fear Knight had done, but the manager did.

Although the Austin government suppressed news about what happened six months ago, the upper echelons of the dark web knew about this guy who called himself the Dread Knight.

“I know! Another manager said that to me six months ago, and then I used a chainsaw to cut him in two.”

Roy's relaxed tone instilled immense fear in the other men in suits. They could easily control the fate of an ordinary person, but when they themselves became fish on the chopping block, they were no different from ordinary people.

Two men in suits standing behind him were hunched over and trying to escape. Roy immediately swung his revolver, and two bullets flew in two arcs, blowing the two fleeing men in the head.

This terrifying marksmanship left everyone speechless.

Immediately afterwards, another clever kid hid in the crowd and shouted something.

"Don't be afraid, he only has twelve bullets in his revolver. He's already fired three shots, so he has nine bullets left! Let's go together and take him down!"

This guy thought Roy wouldn't see him if he talked while hiding in the crowd, so he encouraged the others to go and die.

Indeed, there were still seventeen or eighteen people on the scene. Roy's two revolvers certainly couldn't kill them all, but no one is stupid enough to take a bullet for someone else.

Who among them isn't a sophisticated egoist? Do you expect them to sacrifice their lives for others?

Who was speaking just now?

The clever little guy was immediately pushed aside by the crowd, staring dumbfounded at the others.

"You... ah!"

Roy fed the little rascal a bullet, then continued with the roll call.

"1, 2, 3... 7, 8!"

After killing 12 people, Roy finally ran out of bullets in his two revolvers.

At this moment, the remaining survivors rushed towards Roy, trying to fight him to the death.

However, in the blink of an eye, Roy had another pump-action shotgun in his hand, which immediately stopped the people rushing over in their tracks.

"Excuse me, I have another gun!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Shotgun killings are far more gruesome than revolver killings; the people who were shot were all mangled by the steel pellets.

"Alright, now you're all alone."

Roy put away his gun and walked toward the only standing manager.

The manager's face had gone from ashen to completely bloodless; he had clearly realized his fate.

"Let me go, please let me go! I can give you a lot of money!"

Roy shook his finger.

"Your sins are unforgivable. Your only choice is whether to die a quick death or a painful one. So, what will you choose?"

What choice did the manager have? Roy used the most ruthless methods to deal with him, and in just a few minutes he pried all the secrets out of the guy.

There are still a few tough guys in this world, especially managers who are used to a life of luxury.

"It really is that black devil, Don King!"

Roy's face was extremely grim; he wished he could fly back to America right now and drag Don King out and kill him.

"Wait, could this guy be in Sydney right now?"

In a world-class competition like the Olympics, it's entirely possible that Don King, as a boxing promoter, would personally come to scout for new talent.

Roy immediately made up his mind to find Don King and kill him.

After killing the manager, Roy was about to make off with the data and cash stored at the dark web hideout when the large screen in the conference room suddenly lit up.

"who are you?"

The shadowy figure on the screen saw Roy and sounded extremely shocked.

Roy didn't expect that his visit to the dark web's stronghold would bring such a pleasant surprise. The dark figure on the screen was clearly no ordinary person and was probably the real mastermind behind the dark web.

"I am the Knight of Fear."

"It's you again! You actually dare to go against the dark web!"

"Heh, I'm a champion of justice, of course I won't let scum like you get away with this! You'd better wash your neck clean, because when I find you I won't need to wash your neck anymore!"

Roy made a throat-slitting gesture, which made the shadowy figure on the screen tremble with anger, whether from genuine rage or fear was unclear.

"Kid, don't think I can't find out who you are just because you're wearing a mask! You underestimate the power of the dark web!"

"I will return those words to you verbatim. Don't think I can't find you just because you don't show your face. I will soon follow the clues and find you, and then..."

The screen went completely black. This thing ran so fast! Roy wanted to get more information out of it.

By putting the server hard drive and other items connected to the screen into her inventory, Nidi might be able to find something from these things.

After doing all this, Roy heard the sound of police sirens.

Dalia

(End of this chapter)