Chapter 493: This is Too Dangerous for My Sexual Orientation
Chapter 493: This is Too Dangerous for My Sexual Orientation
The sudden commotion, especially the scream, plunged the living room into chaos.
Victor shouted, “Stay where you are! Don’t move!”
But no one listened, and the chaos continued.
“Run away!”
“The main door vanished!”
“Hey! Who’s grabbing my ass?”
Light abruptly pierced through the darkness.
A wizard-looking man produced a crystal ball from his robe, its pure white glow illuminating the entire living room.
Overturned furniture lay scattered as everyone assumed defensive postures.
The magician and Erica had retreated to a wall corner, while the vampire plastered himself against the ceiling.
Little Spider found himself in Jack’s embrace, the latter’s hands firmly gripping his rounded buttocks.
Only Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing remained seated, though nobody paid them attention anymore.
All doors and windows had disappeared, replaced by smooth walls.
More startling was the bald director Tony lying dead in a pool of blood, eyes frozen wide open.
This S.H.I.E.L.D.-director lookalike had died before playing any significant role.
The external personnel stared numbly at the corpse. They’d all dealt with this tough, cunning man before.
His abrupt death seemed as absurd as a superhero getting killed by falling debris during morning patrol.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing showed genuine surprise.
Fang Cheng particularly – he’d been suspecting the bald director might be the mole, only to witness his sudden elimination.
Though capable of night vision, the initial chaos had prevented him from spotting the killer.
Victor’s earlier warning about a mole among survivors echoed in their minds.
Had the mole eliminated the director?
The tense silence lasted until Julia’s scream shattered it.
People scrambled apart, eyeing each other with suspicion.
The murderer likely stood among them.
Killing the formidable director required dangerous capability.
Phones proved useless with blocked signals.
Julia collapsed weakly while Victor calmly examined the corpse.
The director’s heart had been pierced by unknown power – an instant kill.
Few among the twelve could achieve this.
Victor rose, glancing at the fallen invitation letter. “This invitation letter,” he declared to the silent group, “might be a Gates of Heaven trap.”
“This is the responsibility of your safety agency.”
“Exactly, the invitation letter was obtained by your bureau.”
The crowd was displeased because the negligence in the safety agency’s work had caused this situation.
Victor also became a suspect—he’d been standing right behind the bald director earlier, making a sneak attack effortless.
Fang Cheng scanned everyone’s expressions through Observation but found nothing unusual. If the murderer hid among them, their acting skills must be exceptional.
“I don’t care about any murderer!”
Erica huddled in the corner, yelling, “I just want to get out of this cursed place!”
Her shout reminded the others—they were trapped.
The thought of escaping immediately overpowered their desire to find the murderer. None had personal ties to the bald director anyway. Let the Department of Homeland Security handle the killer themselves.
The vampire Oli dropped straight from the ceiling and flicked his hand toward a wall.
Crimson blood erupted from his palm, solidifying into a massive drill bit that slammed into the wall.
Fang Cheng’s gaze tightened—this vampire’s ability closely resembled his own.
The drill bit easily pierced the wall but hit resistance immediately.
A thick steel layer lay behind the surface. The drill only left a shallow dent.
Oli persisted, testing other walls and even the ceiling. All were encased in steel.
Dread gripped the group. If even Oli—whose power they’d witnessed firsthand—couldn’t break through, Others stood no chance.
Almost reflexively, multiple eyes turned to Fang Cheng.
He’d survived the Grim Reaper’s assault. Perhaps he knew an escape method.
Fang Cheng smiled faintly, shaking his head. “Apologies. I can’t.”
He needed the mole to expose themselves. If they fled now, the traitor would simply hide again.
Finding the Gates of Heaven might take ages otherwise.
Disappointment rippled through the crowd at his refusal.
The wizard clutching the crystal ball demanded of Victor and Julia, “Your safety agency prepared this villa. Don’t you know the exit?”
Victor shook his head. “The villa belongs to the agency, but we’ve never been here before.”
Erica snorted softly. “How do we know you’re not trapping us here on purpose?”
Victor answered with calmness, “With the bald director dead, Julia and I will face dismissal and surveillance upon returning. We’ve zero motive for this.”
Though not fully convinced, the group’s suspicion toward Victor eased slightly.
“Our priority should be escaping,” Victor continued. “I believe the entire villa sank underground. The air feels heavier, and you all felt those vibrations earlier.”
Nods spread through the group—the vibrations had carried a distinct sinking sensation.
“The exit’s likely hidden inside the villa, but dangers may lurk there.”
With the living room’s doors and windows having disappeared, their only path lay deeper into the villa.
But it was pitch black inside, and no on knew what might be lurking.
Victor proposed, “We should all stick together. This way we can watch each other to stop more killings, and help if needed…”
“Take your sweet time searching!”
The vampire spat out these words before dissolving into bats that flew straight into the villa, vanishing in the darkness.
Several others began leaving too.
Though splitting up in this situation was like waving a death flag saying “I’ll marry when this is over”, they trusted their own skills more than this group hiding a murderer.
Five people vanished in moments, leaving nine in the living room.
Victor scanned the group. “Anyone else want out?”
Erica snorted softly and strode off without waiting for her friends.
“My apologies.”
The crystal ball magician pocketed his orb and ambled away.
Two more gone. Seven remained.
Victor secretly felt relieved – this was better than he’d feared.
He checked his phone. No signal, as expected. The flashlight mode cast dim light.
“Hey pal,”
Little Spider addressed Jack who was carrying him, “How much longer you planning to hold me?”
Jack smiled. “As long as you’ll let me.”
“Alright, alright.”
Little Spider patted his shoulder. “Listen, no offense, but could you quit groping my butt?”
“Feels good, right?”
“I’ll admit a bit, but this is playing with fire for my sexual orientation.”
Everyone broke out in cold sweat. These clowns still joked at a time like this.
Victor turned to Fang Cheng. “Your plan?”
Fang Cheng rose from his chair. “Find the exit first.”
He’d secretly marked everyone with his blood since entering.
Every survivor’s movement was now under his surveillance – the mole stood out clearly.
“Let’s move.”
Victor glanced at the bald director’s corpse one last time, helped shaky Julia up, and headed deeper in.
Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing followed, then the separated Little Spider and Jack, trailed by the silent magician.
The seven advanced through the dark villa not as group, but spaced apart.
Though originally a modest three-story building, the interior space expanded unnaturally as they progressed.
New strange corridors and branching paths multiplied, stretching into impossible distances.
The only explanation was that many secret spaces had been built under the villa. After sinking down, the villa connected with those spaces to form a large maze.
In the pitch-black environment, only Victor’s phone provided faint illumination. The remote underground location remained deathly quiet – even heartbeats became audible.
“Ah!”
A shrill scream erupted from afar. Little Spider leaped in fright, crashing into Jack’s arms. Others wore grim expressions, clearly realizing another victim had fallen.
Fang Cheng sensed one of his blood-possessed targets perish. What puzzled him was this target had been operating alone without companions.
“Not killed by a mole then,” he muttered. That meant other dangers lurked within the villa.
Victor’s face tightened. Had they followed his plan, safety might’ve been ensured. But these freedom-accustomed fools understood nothing of teamwork.
“Change direction. Wait – where’s the magician?”
Victor spun around to find the rear position empty.
“He left earlier,” Fang Cheng stated flatly.
Victor’s jaw clenched. With the bald director dead, he held no authority over this unruly group. “Move,” he ordered, leading them away from the scream’s origin.
They soon faced a straight passageway stretching into hellish darkness. As Victor stepped forward, Fang Cheng warned, “Wait. Someone approaches.”
Victor shone his phone down the corridor, revealing mere meters of stone. Rapid footsteps echoed closer. He drew his handgun.
A sprinting figure materialized – a cold-faced young white man in collarless black shirt, matching pants and sneakers. Victor aimed instantly, recognizing none from the external personnel.
“Freeze! Stop or I shoot!”
The man accelerated beyond world-record sprinting speed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Victor fired without hesitation, emptying the magazine in one go.
True to North American police style.
The young man’s body instantly gleamed with metallic coating, sparks flying as bullets ricocheted off.
Victor’s face tightened as he yanked Julia backward, leaving Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing exposed.
The sly guy had pushed Fang Cheng to the front.
Before Fang Cheng could move, Ye Yuqing already charged forward with armored gauntlets.
The young man reacted fast, swinging his fist at Ye Yuqing with a sound of slicing through air.
His punch carried enough power and speed to pierce steel plates, backed by bulletproof physique.
But the gap between them proved too vast. Ye Yuqing flashed behind him and landed a sweeping kick across his waist.
The impact sent him crashing through the wall, exposing steel layers beneath plaster.
Ye Yuqing stomped the rising youth back down, her boot meeting what felt like solid iron.
“Whoa, that woman’s violent. Marrying her’d be cursed,” Little Spider clutched his head. “Glad I kept my phone number safe.”
“Right. Women ain’t worth it,” Jack nudged him. “Real love’s between men.”
Fang Cheng and Victor approached the pinned youth who kept struggling uselessly against Ye Yuqing’s foot.
Victor reloaded and pressed his gun to the young man’s face. “What are you?”
The youth stayed silent, features frozen in cold blankness despite constant writhing.
Victor pistol-whipped his head, producing metallic sparks.
“Look here.”
Ye Yuqing tugged the youth’s collar down, revealing a ‘3’ stamped near his neck.
Though odd tattoos were common in North America, this number told them nothing.
“Let me.”
Julia stepped forward after long silence, pressing palms to the youth’s head.
Her eyes flew open moments later. “No thoughts. Just one command: eliminate all enemies.”
“Julia reads thoughts,” Victor told Fang Cheng before glaring at their captive. “What monsters are these?”
Even idiots had mental noise. He briefly suspected androids, but Julia’s ability only worked on living beings.
The retrieved command confirmed this thing was human.
“Monsters can wait.” Fang Cheng eyed the dark passage. “We’ve got company.”
Thundering footsteps echoed as two dozen identical youths flooded the corridor – same black outfits, same cloned faces.
Their synchronized murderous gazes locked onto the six as more duplicates emerged behind, completing the trap.