The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 526: The Meeting of Four Men (3)

Some people took tools like shovels out of the trunk of the car, while others simply used their hands to dig, hoping that their ’diligent’ efforts would catch the attention of their boss.

Unfortunately, it was completely useless.

In Emod’s eyes, the people in front of him were the same as his subordinates who had died earlier.

They were all ’Tool Persons’!

’Tool Persons’ weren’t anything to care about, especially when these ’Tool Persons’ didn’t seem very useful.

"Sir, you might need some excavators and the help of professionals,"

The Butler suggested quietly.

"Hmm, go and contact them,"

Emod spoke to the Butler in a much gentler tone.

He was another proof of his entry into ’high society’.

He had been hired for a hefty price.

Most importantly, this Butler was very useful.

A useful Tool Person.

Just like at this moment, all it took was one phone call to sort everything out.

"The so-called ’Butler Alliance’ is really quite good,"

"Apart from being expensive, it has no drawbacks,"

Emod thought to himself, unable to help it, after he saw the Butler nodding to him.

He had thought about making a move against this ’Butler Alliance’, but if he failed, the consequences were something he couldn’t afford.

So, he endured.

However, Emod could not endure any longer against the one who had destroyed his mansion.

"Just wait!"

"I will find you soon!"

"And then I will..."

Emod muttered to himself in a low voice, but before he could finish speaking, he felt a sudden heart palpitation.

Years in gang life almost instinctively made him shrink his body and hide behind a bodyguard.

Emod’s movements were very quick.

But!

The bullet was quicker!

Bang, bang!

Two gunshots were almost simultaneous.

Two bullets, one aiming for the heart and one for the head.

Both hit Emod at the same time.

The large-caliber sniper rifle tore a hole in Emod’s chest, while the submachine gun’s bullet shredded half of Emod’s head.

Thump!

Emod’s body, like a ragged doll, simply fell to the ground.

"Assassin!"

"There’s an assassin!"

Emod’s bodyguards and subordinates shouted loudly around him.

A few who were quick to react started looking for the shooter.

But this quick response brought disaster upon them.

Bang, bang, bang!

John, crouching on the roof, started calling names with his gun, one shot each.

He had said it, exterminate thoroughly.

And he meant to do just that!

The gunfire this time finally allowed the people below to pinpoint the assassin’s location.

They each sought cover while aiming at John.

Just then, Brian, hidden in the shadows, glanced in surprise at the sniper on the roof. He didn’t know John, but he knew it was a good opportunity.

An opportunity to wipe out the backbone of Emod’s power in one fell swoop.

With Emod dead, his daughter was relatively safe.

But not secure!

There was still a chance of revenge!

But what if Emod, and the backbone of Emod’s power, were all dead?

Then naturally she would be safe without worry!

Almost without hesitation, Brian pulled the trigger of his submachine gun, and at the same time, he threw out several grenades.

Da da da!

Boom, boom boom!

The sound of the submachine gun was quickly drowned out by the explosions of the grenades.

Emod’s bodyguards and subordinates were directly stunned.

They were focusing intently on John, their attention wholly on the rooftop, never anticipating an attack from behind.

A group caught utterly off guard!

More importantly, John on the rooftop was also throwing grenades one after another.

Boom boom boom!

After a series of explosions, the bodyguards and subordinates of Emod lying on the ground were heavily injured or dead.

Then, as if telepathically linked, John and Brian began picking off their targets with precision shots, reaping the lives of these scumbags one by one. ?????Ë?

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To ordinary people, Emod’s subordinates were like malevolent spirits, figures not to be trifled with.

But to John and Brian, they were amateurs among amateurs.

Especially after being completely caught off guard by the initial two rounds of attacks, these amateurs facing two of the top professionals saw a one-sided slaughter with no chance of resistance.

Minutes later, the gunfire ceased.

On the ground, Emod’s bodyguards and henchmen had been completely wiped out.

In the distance, the sound of police sirens began to emerge faintly.

After exchanging glances from afar, John flipped off the rooftop and Brian vanished into the shadows.

By the time the police cars arrived, the scene was littered with corpses.

Only the old butler stood there, his face blank with bewilderment.

Hunter was reporting to Davide as he got out of the car.

"Chief!"

"Emod is dead!"

...

Jason and McCaul walked shoulder to shoulder in front.

Kemi and Telly followed behind, occasionally conversing in hushed tones.

Their conversation was mostly about hobbies, shopping, and the like.

When the two chatted about a trendy bag of the season, Jason couldn’t help but turn his head and look at the two as if they were young girls.

If he hadn’t known about their experiences, Jason would have thought they were just returning from shopping.

Women’s hearts are really big.

Jason thought quietly to himself.

Then, he couldn’t help but glance over at McCaul.

At this moment, McCaul had an expression of reflection tinged with nostalgia.

"Never anger a woman."

McCaul whispered just loud enough for him and Jason to hear.

Jason nodded slightly.

Then, their gazes both turned towards room 3-13.

Jason could clearly hear the breathing of two people inside the room, distinctly familiar.

McCaul’s hand instinctively moved towards the gun at his waist.

Jason waved his hand.

"Acquaintances."

Jason said, as he took out his keys and directly unlocked the door.

In the room, John and Brian sat facing each other on the couch, with both observation and caution in their demeanor.

Neither had expected that less than an hour after parting ways in front of Emod’s mansion, they would meet again so soon.

Fortunately, as soon as they confirmed that the newcomer was Jason, both maintained considerable restraint.

They waited in silence.

Waiting for Jason’s return.

So, when the door opened, both their gazes shifted there.

Jason stepped in.

McCaul followed right behind him.

Kemi and Telly, who were a step behind, didn’t come in immediately.

For a moment, the room contained only Jason, John, Brian, and McCaul—four men.

They looked at each other.

Then, they each pulled over just enough armchairs to form a circle around the round coffee table and sat down.

The men sized each other up.

Sensing the similar yet distinct aura of one another.

A look of surprise and contemplation appeared in each of their eyes.

About ten seconds of silence later, John, Brian, and McCaul’s eyes all focused on Jason.

This was Jason’s room.

Even if it were rented, it was still true.

Naturally, Jason should be the first to speak.

Jason didn’t hesitate; he propped up his elbows on the armrests, rested his thumbs under his chin, and intertwined the rest of his fingers to cover his mouth, his voice emanating from between his hands.

"Gentlemen, do you think everything that has happened up to now... is a coincidence?"