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Chapter 35 Bloodstained Parking Lot

Seeing that Erin hesitated, George opened the small box directly.

There was only a black card in the box, nothing else.

"A membership to Tom's Club. The instructors there are all retired special forces soldiers. You can learn the most professional shooting training there. Recently, things have been a bit chaotic in New York. The more you learn, the better you can protect yourself."

As he finished speaking, a hint of worry flashed in George's eyes.

Erin didn't notice the worry in George's eyes; instead, her eyes lit up when she saw the card in front of her.

The most professional shooting training.

Isn't this exactly what Erin desperately needs right now?

Erin had no shortage of firearms. Whether it was the pistol left by his grandfather or the guns he had seized from Onic's house, they could all become weapons in Erin's hands.

However, quickly converting these firearms into self-defense weapons is not so easy.

After all, Elin had never received professional training.

His shooting skills are so poor that if he can hit a human-shaped target five meters away, that would be considered quite good.

Moreover, being located in downtown New York City, it wouldn't be easy for Erin to find a place to secretly conduct firearms training.

In the early stages of the Diviner sequence, combat ability has always been a weakness of this sequence.

If Erin had sufficient shooting skills at this point, coupled with a suitable weapon, it would greatly improve Erin's survivability.

In this situation, the Tom Club membership card that George sent was very appropriate.

Thinking of this, Erin took the card George handed over and said, "To be honest, ever since that kidnapping incident, I've felt unusually insecure, so I won't hesitate to take this Tom's Club membership card."

George smiled upon hearing this.

He had taken this into consideration, which is why he specially prepared a Tom's Club membership card for Erin.

"If you go to Tom's Club, you can find an old Jerry coach to teach you. He used to be a sharpshooter in the army. If he hadn't been injured in the leg by a grenade during an operation and had some difficulty moving around, he would probably be a field officer in the army by now."

Erin nodded upon hearing this and said, "Old Jerry? I'll remember that."

Erin guessed that the guy called Old Jerry was probably the best shooter in Tom's Club.

George revealed his information to him, clearly out of consideration for the fact that he had previously saved George's daughter.

After seeing Erin accept the Tom Club membership card, George started the car, skillfully drove it out of the parking space, and headed towards the exit of the underground garage.

"Snapped!"

George's car had only driven a dozen meters when a spherical object suddenly smashed into the windshield of his beloved car.

Instantly.

Dark red liquid splattered out, instantly staining most of the windshield red.

Inside the car, both Erin and George widened their eyes in surprise.

George, almost simultaneously, slammed on the brakes.

"Squeak~~~"

A screeching sound of brakes suddenly rang out, echoing through the underground parking garage.

But neither George nor Erin paid any attention to the jarring echo.

In the passenger seat, Erin said with a grave expression, "That thing just now was... a human head???"

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Erin was certain she hadn't misread it.

Because the dark red liquid that splashed onto George's car windshield was dark red blood mixed with brain matter.

The pungent smell of blood was so strong that Erin could smell it even through the car window.

The taste was absolutely nauseating.

George, sitting in the driver's seat, didn't say anything. How could George, a veteran police officer from the Major Crimes Unit, not recognize something that Erin could recognize?

However, instead of getting out of the car to check the situation immediately, he quickly shifted gears in the opposite direction and slammed on the gas pedal.

Boom~~~~

The Chevrolet under George's feet roared to life, and the car sped backward for more than ten meters. At a corner, George swerved the steering wheel, turning the Chevrolet around a ninety-degree angle.

Only then, through the driver's side window, did he see the head still rolling on the ground of the underground parking garage.

Upon seeing the still-bleeding head, George's heart sank.

A murder has occurred.

As a division chief for the New York Police Department, George's murders were commonplace.

But he sincerely did not want any of this to happen.

This parking lot is the private parking lot downstairs in his residential complex. If a murder has occurred here, wouldn't his family members living in this complex also face unknown threats?

Thinking of this, George unbuckled his seatbelt, pulled out his pistol, and said to Erin beside him, "I'll get out and check. You call the police first, then stay in the car and don't move."

In contrast to the darkness, the underground parking lot harbors unknown dangers.

It's actually safer to stay in his car.

However, as a police officer, he had to get out of the car to find out what was going on.

Just as George was about to open the car door and get out, Erin grabbed George's hand and said, "Mr. George, I think it's best if you don't get out of the car now, just to be safe."

While speaking to George, Erin slightly raised his head, his eyes fixed on a certain spot in front of him, motionless and unmoving, not even glancing at George out of the corner of his eye.

Ok?

George frowned slightly upon hearing this.

He didn't think Erin was afraid of dying or lacked a sense of security, which was why George was even more puzzled as to why Erin said that.

Following Erin's gaze, George turned his head and looked up...

next second.

George's expression froze.

Those suddenly contracted pupils were filled with disbelief, mixed with an indescribable fear.

Even after witnessing countless bloody scenes, George was still unable to describe his feelings at this moment.

Right where Erin could see, hung upside down a gigantic red spider made of countless drops of blood and flesh.

The dark red blood was almost congealed on the red spider's body, forming a thick, blood-red coat. The glaring scarlet color made it seem as if the blood was still flowing inside, about to drip off.

What George found even more unacceptable was that the upper body of the blood-red spider was actually human.

A human woman with her upper body naked, and at the top of that upper body is a sinister and alluring female head.

At this moment, on that eerie and alluring female head, a pair of blood-red eyes were filled with resentment and cruelty.

Even from dozens of meters away, George felt a chill run through his body as if he had fallen into an ice cave when those eyes were fixed on him.

(End of this chapter)