The forest in the dark is like the mouth of a man-eating monster, so gloomy and so terrifying, because no one knows what terrifying existence is hidden inside.

Erich looked at the dark forest, and the sound of twenty-second countdown echoed in his ears.

The cold air poured into the carriage from the driver's wide open door and hit Erich in the face.

There are countless killers hidden in the woods, so it is meaningless to resist.

Erich was about to order surrender, but the gentle man sitting in the passenger seat suddenly whispered: "With the style of the mafia and the Latin Gang, we will live a life worse than death when we fall into their hands."

"What do you think?" Erich asked.

"Since they want to capture you alive, they may not necessarily shoot. This is an opportunity we can take advantage of."

Erich and the Sven man quickly exchanged a few words, then asked in a low voice to the driver outside the car door, "Where did the shouting come from?"

"The woods on the right side of the road." The driver whispered.

"Run towards the woods on the left." Erich growled, then pushed open the door on the left side of the car, bent over, and used the body of the car as a cover, rushed into the woods on the left several times, and the gentle man followed behind.

The driver was stunned for a moment, then followed the two of them to the woods, but it was too late. A crossbow arrow flew out of the woods on the right, hitting the driver's thigh. The driver screamed and threw himself to the ground in a chewing mud.

Erich rushed into the woods and ran wildly. He didn't run far away. His calf suddenly hit an invisible wall, and his body couldn't help but jump out. A standard dog eating shit was magnificently slapped to the ground.

About seven or eight meters to his right, the gentle man fell to the ground in a graceful back-planting position.

The two of them were dizzy when they fell. Before they could get up, several figures jumped out from under the roots of the tree beside them. The two of them rushed to them in groups, pressing them tightly to the ground, and their mouths were stuffed with a ball of rag.

A few big hands stroked them all over and found the pistols on them.

A big foot kicked Erich's butt hard.

"stand up."

Erich sobbed a few times, dared not resist, got up and turned his head to look at the man beside him.

Upon receiving a signal from his subordinates, Captain Nietzsche and Captain Nobel walked into the woods on the left side of the road. Carefully walked past the rope tied to the tree and knee-high, and walked to Erich.

Two subordinates dressed in uniforms of American soldiers dragged Erich's driver and followed them.

"What's your name? What's your profession?" Captain Nietzsche asked.

"My name is Erich MacDonald, and I am a construction contractor," Erich said.

Captain Nietzsche then asked the Sven man the same question, and the answer was lawyer Bilbo Grandet.

Erich saw that outside the woods, more than a dozen figures dragged two four-wheeled car into the woods, and his heart couldn't help but feel cold.

The other party has too many people, so he has no chance of turning around or running away.

Following Captain Nietzsche, Erich and Grandet walked towards the villa dejectedly.

Seeing what happened next, Erich and his two eyes almost popped out of their eyes.

The doors on the exterior wall of the villa are wide open, and two burly men stand on both sides of the gate, waiting for their arrival.

The home has been occupied by these unidentified enemies, and all resistance is in vain.

Walking into the lobby of the villa, Erich looked at five captured men squatting in the corner of the hall. Two corpses were lying beside the five people. The throats of the corpses were covered with blood, and there was a shocking knife mark on them.

When asked about the pungent smell of blood, Erich shivered a few times. It was not the first time he had seen such a bloody scene. On the contrary, he often led his subordinates to create such scenes, and shouted with blood boiling for the scene where blood was splashing everywhere.

Erich shivered because when he saw this scene in the past, he was bleeding from those dirty black men. Today, he was bleeding from his subordinates, and soon, he might be his own blood.

Erich and Bilbo Grandet followed Captain Nietzsche to the second floor of the villa.

In the living room on the second floor of the villa, Captain Nietzsche and Captain Nobel seemed to have returned to their homes, sat openly on the chair, and then ordered their men to remove the rag stuffed in Bilbo's mouth.

Captain Nietzsche said, "Mr. Bilbo Grandet, I know you are curious about who we are, but you don't have the right to ask questions now. Tell me what the name of the gentleman around you is and what profession."

Grandet looked at Erich who was speechless beside him, and saw the look of his begging eyes. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "His name is Erich MacDonald, and he is a construction contractor."

"I'm surprised that there are so many bodyguards and weapons in the home of a construction contractor. I think it's necessary to cut off your nose and help you improve your memory." Captain Nietzsche said, waving his head as he waved his head.

The burly man beside Grandet grabbed his hair with his left hand, making him lean towards the sky, and touched the dagger at his waist with his right hand.

Grandet hurriedly shouted without waiting for the dagger to fall on his face: "I said, I said, he is the head of the Klan Black Army in Los Angeles, don't...ah..."

Grandet clearly felt the chill of the dagger sliding across his nose, and let out a long scream at the top of his throat.

It was not until Captain Nobel's laughter that Grandet stopped howling and his eyes drooped.

His nose is still there, and he has not been disfigured.

"You are Mr. MacDonald's lawyer and you must know some of Mr. MacDonald's secrets, such as the fact that he had done things that violated the law, and whether there is a hidden vault in his villa?"

Grandet stammered and said, "Do you don't know? Or don't want to say it."

"I...I don't know." Grandet said.

Captain Nietzsche's eyes instantly turned cold.

A captured bodyguard was quickly dragged to the second floor. Captain Nietzsche asked the same question. The bodyguard shook his head in panic and said he didn't know.

The bodyguard was dragged to Grandet's eyes and stood face to face, with their faces being less than thirty centimeters away.

A sharp dagger slashed through the bodyguard's neck, and bright red arterial blood spurted out, splashing on Grandet's face and body.

Looking at the familiar face opposite him lying on the ground covering his neck. Blood was everywhere as he twitched and dyed the large floor red, Grandet's mind was blank, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Mr. Grandet, I will ask you one last time, how much do you know about Mr. MacDonald's secret? Tell me all."

"I said, don't do it."

Grandet felt a warm liquid rushing out of his body, spilling over his crotch and pouring down his thighs.

No longer caring about pretending to be a tough guy, Grandet told all the secrets he knew without reservation.

Following Grandet's guidance, Captain Nobel rushed into the study room on the second floor, found the bookshelf on the study's host wall, threw away the books on the third floor on the bookshelf, and pulled the wrench hidden inside with force.

The bookshelf on the western wall slid silently to one side, revealing the safe hidden behind it.

In a blink of an eye, Erich was taken to the study.

Pointing to the safe on the western wall of the study, Captain Nietzsche asked, "Mr. MacDonald, please cooperate with us for the safety of your family."

Erich knew that the situation was hopeless and said discouragedly: "I will give you whatever you want. As long as it is mine, please do not hurt my family."

"Tony and Mike are very cute, and Amanda is also a good wife. They will not be hurt, so don't worry."

After hearing Captain Nietzsche accurately name his wife and two children, Erich no longer had the luck.

Opening the safe door and looking at the neatly stacked dollars inside, Captain Nietzsche teased: "Mr. MacDonald, I believe you are a construction contractor now, and you are a successful businessman."

Picking up an exquisite diary in the safe, Captain Nobel flipped through a few pages and handed it to Captain Nietzsche.

"The crimes committed by this bastard are here, let's go back and study them slowly."

Captain Nietzsche looked at McDonald in disgust and said, "This is an important tool for sentencing you, and I will keep it for you in the future."

"Who are you? Mafia?" said MacDonald.

"You don't need to know. Mr. Grandet said that your entertainment room is hidden near your villa, so you don't mind taking me to visit," said Captain Nietzsche.

Five or six minutes later, in the woods behind the villa, Captain Nobel rushed out of the basement, covered his chest and bent down at the door and vomited continuously.

In the basement, Grandet, who couldn't run out, vomited heavily at a corner of the wall, and the basement was filled with the smell of spoiled vomit.

Captain Nietzsche covered his nose with a handkerchief, frowned, and a cold light shining in his eyes.

The basement is very large, nearly 200 square meters, and blood-stained torture instruments are everywhere.

There are four wall lamps on each side of the basement. Unlike the beautiful lampshades used by ordinary people, the four wall lamps are covered with snow-white skulls.

The cement floor is covered with a black leather blanket, which is soft and elastic when you step on it.

Captain Nietzsche looked at the four human skins hanging on the wall, and then looked at the skin blankets of similar colors under his feet. He immediately felt an electric current born from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to the top of his head along his torso.

Wherever the electric current passed, Captain Nietzsche found that his hair and hair were standing up all over his body.

How many human skins should be used in a basement of more than 200 square meters? How many people would die?

Captain Nietzsche glared at Erich, then pointed to the throne in the middle of the basement.

The throne is an iron backrest chair, with a large size and an ordinary style, but the decoration is unusual.

There is a bare head on the left and right corners of the backrest of the throne, and a black head.

The two human heads were obviously treated with chemical means, and the skin still looked elastic. The most frightening thing was that the human head's eyes were wide open, and the cold and unsightly eyes seemed to be staring at everyone in the basement.

Avoiding those four terrifying gazes, Captain Nietzsche said to MacDonald: "All these are your masterpieces? Compared to you, I feel like an angel."

"When will you stay in this ghost place? We will evacuate immediately. I don't want to stay in this ghost place for an extra second." Captain Nobel said.

Captain Nietzsche led Erich and Grandet out of the basement and returned to the villa.

Major Lorentz had already brought people to collect the spoils and had completely searched the villa. Seeing Captain Nietzsche and the other two back, Major Lorentz said: "There are no spoils left behind, we can retreat, well... why are your faces so ugly?"

"The basement scene behind is very spectacular, and I highly recommend that you visit it yourself and take photos as a souvenir." Captain Nietzsche said coldly.

"If you don't watch this time, it will be difficult for you to have the opportunity to see similar landscapes again in the future. Don't miss them, and don't leave any regrets in your life." Captain Nobel said.

"Looking at your eyes and expressions, I think that basement is definitely not where I should go. I will leave the finishing work to you, so let's go first."

After Major Lorentz gave the order, two big hands holding white handkerchiefs covered Erich and Grandet's mouths.
To be continued...