74: Chapter 66 News of the Bloodbath Gang 74: Chapter 66 News of the Bloodbath Gang Based on the information provided by the bartender,
Glenn was dragged out of the bar by two people more than half an hour ago.
Glenn and Ivan were regular custors of this bar.
The bartender spoke with obvious schadenfreude, probably having disliked Glenn for a long ti; otherwise, under normal circumstances and for the sake of business, he would have at least inford Ivan.
Over half an hour.
Calculating the ti.
Glenn was probably turned into an “O” by now.
Not to ntion the lack of nearby surveillance and the possibility that the perpetrators had a car.
The chances of finding him were slim.
“Ho ho ho~,” Old Hardenn said to Ivan with glee, “Ivan, buddy, looks like you and Glenn can elevate your relationship now.”
“FK squid!”
Ivan didn’t give Old Hardenn any face, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up forcefully.
Old Hardenn, caught off guard by Ivan’s imdiate hostile reaction, desperately looked to Brian, the acting team leader, for help.
Brian shrugged his shoulders, “Alright, put down Old Hardenn.
Don’t forget, we still have the locator watches.”
According to NW’s operational protocols,
it was forbidden to remove the watches during work hours.
Glenn was still wearing his watch at that ti.
Hearing this, Ivan let go of Old Hardenn and looked at Brian, “Brian, hurry up, I don’t hope for my brother to beco a stir-shit stick in the future.
It’s not fun.”
Brian looked at Ivan curiously, nodded, took out his phone, and dialed the NW base.
To protect privacy,
the location feature couldn’t just be accessed at will.
This required authorization from the base.
…
A mont later,
Brian received the feedback.
According to the locator,
Glenn was taken to a residential area three kiloters away.
That area was a community, usually under surveillance, making it easy to find two residents with a distinct impression.
Location confird.
Without hesitation, everyone got into the car and rushed over.
After arriving at the community,
Ivan knocked on a household’s door, familiar with the procedure.
Using his police status, he easily obtained the accurate address of the transgender individuals.
At that ti,
Glenn had regained a bit of consciousness from his groggy state.
“So cold…”
He wanted to stretch out his hand in a daze, to cover himself with sothing.
The next mont,
his groggy senses snapped to clarity: Why can’t I move my hands?
His career as a detective had given him a considerable ntal fortitude.
Glenn didn’t panic or struggle recklessly.
He began to assess his own condition.
Glenn found that in addition to his hands and feet being tied up, he could not see clearly even with his eyes open, probably because they were covered, and there was a small fruit stuffed in his mouth.
His entire body was arranged in a kneeling position with his lower body in the air and head down.
This feeling was familiar.
Kneeling…
with an apple stuffed in the mouth…
“FK, don’t tell I’ve been mistaken for a suckling pig about to be roasted!”
Glenn could no longer remain calm.
He began to attempt an escape.
But beyond rocking back and forth, it was completely futile.
Only then did Glenn realize in horror that there was a rigging chanism above, connecting his limbs.
The person who tied him up was definitely an expert.
The possibility of self-rescue was not great.
“I hope when they see my police badge, those two bastards won’t dare to make a move…”
Glenn was becoming desperate.
…
Outside the room,
the two transgender individuals who had been drinking with Glenn were holding glasses of red wine, watching Glenn’s struggles.
It was evident.
The room, modified with an observation hole, was lined with hooks and ropes all over the interior.
Caras were arranged around Glenn at every angle.
Clearly, the work of professionals.
One of them, the ‘beauty’ who could mimic a woman’s voice, fiddled with a police badge and said to their companions in a slightly magnetic voice, “We’ve nabbed a cop, what do we do?”
Their companion grinned, “It’s good to nab a cop.
When we leave this place, attach his ID information, and the video will sell for more.
With that leverage, he wouldn’t dare speak out.
Otherwise, how could that bartender possibly let us hunt on his turf?”
Turned out, the bartender was also a victim.
Amidst the true and the false, one could never be too cautious.
But the bartender was no saint, either.
He knew Glenn’s identity, and that Brian and the others had co together, yet he didn’t warn the two transgenders, perhaps not without the thought of using Glenn to get rid of these two nuisances.
The transgender playing with the police badge was persuaded by their companion.
Licking their lips, they said, “Alright, to be honest, it’s been a long ti since we’ve seen such fine prey.
We have to make the most of it today.
I suggest we ta him and make him join us.”
“Seeing one loser after another scream and cry brings such a thrill to my heart.”
“Haha.”
The companion agreed.
Indeed.
Once a victim turns into an aggressor, they can beco far more ruthless.
While laughing and chatting, the two began to prepare the banquet’s kitchenware and soon finished.
They entered the modified room, turned on the caras, pulled off Glenn’s blindfold, and laid out various items in front of him.
When Glenn’s sight was restored, he saw a ss of items placed before him.
Especially with caras behind.
He first let out a sigh of relief, but then could not help but start to struggle.
Glenn realized what was about to happen.
Good news: He wasn’t going to be a spit-roasted pig.
…
“Don’t worry.”
As it seed inevitable his dignity would be compromised.
Bang~
Along with the roar of a shotgun.
Brian, with a shotgun in hand, charged in with a group of comrades.
And then…
Everyone saw a man with a large syringe resembling a dead otaku with chest hair, playing with an expander as another delicate, long-haired man steadied a tripod, Glenn like a little pig on a table, and an array of unspeakable props scattered across the floor…
“Oh, God…”
The only female rookie, Edna, seeing the scene, quickly covered her eyes with her palms, which she opened wide between her fingers.
The others also opened their mouths in shock.
Not daring to imagine what would have happened to poor Glenn had they arrived a mont later.
Seeing his friends co to his rescue,
Glenn didn’t feel happy but instead closed his eyes in pain.
n shed blood before they shed tears, but it’s all in due ti.
A tear.
Slid down from the corner of Glenn’s eye.
…
Seeing the violent entry and Brian with the shotgun, the two perverts imdiately realized what had happened.
Without a word, they lay flat on the ground, legs crossed and hands placed behind their backs, ready to be slaughtered.
They clearly had studied the police’s way of operating quite thoroughly.
Giving no room for violent law enforcent.
But they were still too naive.
Ivan looked at the miserable Glenn.
His eyes glinted fiercely, “You two bastards…”
He strode over and imdiately knelt on one’s neck, “I am going to search you now!”
Ivan was tall and muscular, easily weighing over two hundred pounds.
With his knee pressing down, the prisoner couldn’t breathe.
Seeing their companion’s plight,
The other delicate, long-haired man imdiately pleaded, “Pull him off!
I know about a big case.
Let us go, and we’ll tell you about a big case.
About the Bloodbath Gang!”
Upon hearing the na of his uncle’s gang, the Bloodbath Gang,
Brian imdiately stepped forward, pulling the furious Ivan away from the pervert, “Don’t be impulsive, go and save Glenn.”
Ivan took two heavy breaths before reluctantly moving towards Glenn, who was playing dead with his eyes closed.
Brian signaled Old Hardenn to take the two rookies out of the room, then tapped the shotgun in his hand and spoke softly, “Speak up.
I want the truth.
Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that this shotgun will be free of your fingerprints!”
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