The Demon's Menu-Chapter 833: Hide and Seek (3)

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On tiptoes, Torres avoided the blood on the ground, opened the door, and stepped out.

Dorse was just the first target.

He had a second one: Klinck.

As the person in charge of the ‘Game Mansion’ mobile squad, Klinck’s office was located on the third sublevel, separate from the outer parking lot.

Compared to other places in ‘some mansion’.

It was even more heavily guarded there.

However, for Torres, there was no difference between now and just moments ago.

No one would ‘see’ him.

Not invisible.

Just ‘concealed’.

In a way that was beyond his understanding, very bizarre.

If it were not for the significant cost the Deputy Leader had to pay every time this power was used, they would have long since achieved victories beyond ordinary people’s imaginations.

But even so, the ‘thing’ in the Deputy Leader’s hands was instrumental to ‘their’ existence.

Step, step step!

Through the distinct sound of footsteps, Torres brushed past teams of patrolling guards.

At one checkpoint, there was a clear touch.

But not one of these guards noticed anything amiss.

Or rather, their sense of touch was ‘obscured’ at that moment.

Making them think they had only brushed against air.

First level, second level, third level underground.

Torres quickly made his way to the third sublevel.

Without any hesitation, he headed straight for Klinck’s office.

At this moment, the man from the Amiel Family in charge of the mobile squad was staring wide-eyed at the live broadcast on his handheld computer.

A triumphant and wicked image of Losa 11 entered his sight.

"How is this possible?”

"How can he admit it so openly?”

"Does he truly have a secret force in the shadows?”

Unable to help himself, Klinck picked up the phone he had set aside earlier, looked at the message on the screen, and pondered.

Then, the mobile squad leader raised his hand to press the alarm button on his desk.

Although he did not know the specific situation, as the leader of the mobile squad, he had to take control of Losa 11 right now.

To control a villain as notorious as Losa 11 obviously required a gathering of personnel.

Of course, once people gathered, because of Losa 11’s status, actions would naturally be slower, and if they could encounter the returning ‘Losa Family’ guards who hadn’t yet gone far, that would be perfect.

The ‘Losa Family’ guards who had just handled a riot at the ‘Game Mansion’ would surely return at top speed.

After that, it would be out of his hands.

With the entire plan formulated in his mind, Klinck’s lips curled in a reluctant smile.

But immediately, that smile froze.

A short sword pierced his heart.

Entering from the back and emerging from the chest.

Spurt!

As the short sword was withdrawn, blood gushed out.

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Klinck’s body convulsed and fell over the desk.

After shaking the blood off the short sword, Torres sheathed it.

He had not used a dagger, nor the same technique.

All to make the ‘force’ attributed to Losa 11 appear a bit more formidable.

It was also a reminder from the Deputy Leader.

Thinking of the Deputy Leader awaiting his return, Torres no longer wanted to stay here another moment.

Staying any longer was a burden to the Deputy Leader.

Jason quickened his pace, sprinting to the office door in almost a single step.

He raised his hand and opened the door.

Then, he saw a burly man, nearly as tall as the doorframe, completely blocking the passage. The hockey mask on the man’s face was emitting a strange glow under the corridor lights.

Jason!

In an instant, Torres recognized Jason’s identity.

That hockey mask was just too obvious.

At the same time, Torres instinctively took two steps back.

A sense of terror unconsciously rose from the depths of Torres’ heart.

How is Jason here?

This thought appeared alongside the feeling of terror.

Jason can’t see me, right?

This was Torres’ second thought.

Soon, this thought turned into certainty.

Jason definitely can’t see me!

It wasn’t blind confidence on Torres’ part; too many experiments had shown him how powerful the ‘thing’ belonging to the Deputy Leader was.

Suddenly, Torres regained his confidence.

The next moment, Torres strode boldly onwards.

He was going to push past Jason.

To walk away with his head held high.

As always.

Then, a broad blade cleaver was thrust into his chest.

How, how can this be?

Startled and puzzled, Torres was just like Dorse and Klinck before him.

Dorse and Klinck couldn’t understand why they couldn’t see Torres.

Torres couldn’t understand why Jason could see him.

"You, you

Torres wanted to say something, but Jason simply withdrew the knife and walked away.

Watching Jason’s retreating back, Torres fell to his knees.

At that moment, his phone began to vibrate.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

It was a text message.

With great effort, Torres opened it. It read: Danger, retreat.

Looking at the Deputy Leader’s message, Torres didn’t hesitate to press the reply button.

Danger, retreat.

The same message.

But as Torres’ finger touched the send button, everything came to a standstill.

The light that should have remained in Torres’ eyes dimmed all at once.

More importantly, at that moment, his body visibly shriveled at an alarming rate.

In just a few breaths, the once robust Torres became a dried-up corpse.

Then, a breeze came from nowhere.

The corpse crumbled, turning into ashes.

Carried away by the wind.

Jason, who had been striding forward, was already on the upper floor, seemingly oblivious to the oddity.

His pace unchanged.

His gaze still indifferent.

But beneath that hockey mask, his mouth involuntarily curled into a smile, revealing his sharp teeth as he grinned—

Found you!