American Zombie Detective

Chapter 199 An Unexpected Outbreak

The main screen in the hunting base's control room was frozen on a violently shaking, noise-filled image—the last picture transmitted by the cameras.

The figures inside the monastery were blurred and distorted, making them difficult to distinguish.

The only response they received when calling the helicopter was that they had successfully entered the monastery, followed by more than half an hour of silence.

Sweat beaded on Carlos's forehead as the protests from the spectators grew louder and louder, with many even requesting refunds. The immense pressure was agonizing for him.

"Calling Cleaner One! Report the situation! Report the situation immediately!"

Carlos finally couldn't hold back and growled into the microphone.

The support personnel responded through the headset: "Sir, we heard a very intense battle going on inside—gunfire, explosions, and—a lot of strange shouts. But about 10 minutes ago, all the sounds stopped. We've been on standby, but Fat Brothers haven't come out, and there's been no feedback."

Carlos frowned. This situation was not unprecedented; it was possible that chasing a target in a complex indoor or underground environment could take a long time.

"Lower altitude, deploy the drones, I need to see what's inside!" Carlos ordered.

"clear."

The screen switches to an external view of the helicopter in one corner.

The helicopter began its descent, the airflow from the rotor blades causing the treetops below to sway violently.

It hovered not far above the treetops, the hatch opened, and support personnel nimbly flew a quadcopter drone toward the monastery.

All eyes in the control room were focused on the high-definition images transmitted by the drone, the first thing they saw being the monastery gate getting closer and closer.

However, the door was tightly shut, completely sealed, and nothing could be seen.

The support team skillfully maneuvered the drone around the monastery in search of windows, but unfortunately, all the windows were stained, so they couldn't see inside.

An ominous premonition spread through Carlos's heart. It was too quiet, unusually quiet.

"Find another entrance! Vents, chimneys, anywhere possible! Get in, find a way in!"

Carlos's demeanor became increasingly agitated.

The operator maneuvered the drone to ascend and circle the upper part of the monastery. As time ticked by, the atmosphere in the control room grew increasingly oppressive.

Suddenly, the operator shouted, "Found it! The clock tower! The clock tower's windows are open—"

"Go in!" Carlos repeated the order before he could finish speaking.

The drone adjusted its angle and flew precisely towards the hole. The image gradually approached the hole, which was completely dark inside.

Just as the drone was about to enter!

"!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly came through the communication channel! It sounded like the helicopter had been hit by something!

This was followed by the helicopter pilot's terrified scream: "God! Something's coming up! It's from the treetops—ah!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out, then abruptly stopped as if someone had been strangled!

All that remained on the communication channel was the crackling of static.

Everyone's faces drained of color, and they stared in disbelief at the screen that instantly turned into static, feeling a chill run down their spines!

"————Gulp." Someone swallowed hard, the sound unusually clear in the pin-quiet control room.

Carlos's gaze swept across the screen, and more viewers began to stir, the screen filled with angry curses—

"Try to keep the customers calm and let the host say whatever comes to mind!" Carlos hurriedly gave the order, then practically ran out of the control room and headed straight for Mr. K's room on the second floor.

Standing in front of that heavy solid wood door, Carlos took two deep breaths, managed to compose his expression, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Boss? There's an emergency I need to report to you."

There was no response from inside the door.

Carlos's heart sank, and he knocked harder: "Boss?"

It remained deathly silent.

A tremendous fear welled up from the bottom of his heart, and Carlos involuntarily and cautiously turned the doorknob.

The door wasn't locked.

He pushed open the door and saw Mr. K standing with his back to the door in front of the large desk, slightly hunched over, holding a phone and seemingly still talking to someone—

Carlos instantly realized he had committed a grave taboo—

The call Mr. K was making was far more important than anything else at the base.

He felt a chill run down his spine and immediately wanted to leave.

But it was too late.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Mr. K didn't even turn his head, but casually pulled a heavy metal fountain pen from the pen holder on the table with his free left hand.

A flick of the wrist!

"puff!"

A slight muffled thud.

The pen pierced his skull with pinpoint accuracy, leaving only a tiny, barely perceptible hole.

Carlos's face froze in terror, his eyes glazed over, and he fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Until his death, he never heard Mr. K speak those words into the microphone with utmost respect: "—Yes, Master."

On the other end of the phone came Blackjack's warm voice: "————Okay, let's settle this! Let me think, 'the prey escapes and the hunter is wiped out,' how many years has it been since that line appeared?"

"Many years, Master!" Mr. K responded respectfully, then hesitated slightly before asking, "Master, perhaps I should go myself?"

"You?" Blackjack's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, though his tone remained gentle: "You going wouldn't make much of a difference! There are plenty of people who can clear out four squads of hounds, the Fat Brothers, and the Demon Muscle Man, but those who can also use the corpses to clean up the monastery monsters—that's a different story!"

He paused, then added, "If I'm not mistaken, your helicopter has been hijacked. You probably have a maximum of three hours left. After that, you won't be able to leave."

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Mr. K's forehead. He immediately lowered his head deeply: "Yes, Master! I'll take care of it right away!"

The call has ended.

Mr. K slowly put down the phone, walked straight to his desk, pressed a red internal communication button, and directly contacted Carlos's deputy: "Now, you take Carlos's place and execute the orders: First, immediately announce the results. This Hell Hunt has produced the most unexpected outcome—the prey killed the hunter!" Settle all bets according to the odds; Second, initiate the transfer plan. Personnel and core data have two hours to be transferred, after which everything will be destroyed. Start the timer now."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the room, stepped over Carlos's body, and boarded the private elevator that led directly to the rooftop, where a helicopter was on standby.

The entire base went wild as the helicopter took off.

The base's second-in-command was shouting himself hoarse, urging the staff to frantically destroy documents and move a few core hard drives.

The installation of explosives—the entire base, like a destroyed anthill, descended into a final frenzy.

Meanwhile, the sky is bathed in sunlight.

The helicopter, which should have belonged to the hunting organization, was speeding towards the base.

Selena was piloting the helicopter. She had put her black robe back on, donned her helmet, and was intently maneuvering the aircraft forward, with Michael sitting beside her.

In the back of the cabin, Qin Jin leaned back lazily in his seat, while Alessa sat quietly beside him, with Yuanxiao curled up next to her.

"The plane hijacking went quite smoothly; that's a good omen!"

Qin Jin looked at the rising sun outside the window and grinned, "I just don't know if things will go this smoothly from here on out."

Selena didn't turn around. "They're so stupid, their attention is all on the monastery. But are you really going to settle accounts with them?" She suggested, "Or maybe we should go back first and settle the score later?"

"Revenge is never delayed. If we don't kill him now, why keep him alive for the New Year?" Qin Jin uttered a Chinese slang term and smiled. "Besides, Romania is quite far away, and I'm too lazy to make the trip again."