Chapter 787: Chapter 24: Who is Involved?
Cook, a born brutalizer.
After chopping off the head of the foster family’s pet dog at the age of seven, his killing career began.
At first, only the pets of the neighbors around him went missing.
Then, children began to disappear.
The police started to investigate, but no one suspected Cook.
He was very good at covering his tracks.
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With excellent academic results and good upbringing, every ti he appeared within the police’s field of vision, he was overlooked.
One year, two years, three years.
It wasn’t until Cook was 15 that a drastic change occurred.
He killed the couple that adopted him.
Then, during a thorough search, the police discovered Cook’s ‘collection’.
Severed fingers!
The little finger of each victim, neatly kept by Cook in a square jewelry box, totaling 26.
This did not include those of his foster parents.
Naturally, a large manhunt began.
It lasted two years.
After six police officers died in the line of duty, the ‘Finger Cutter’ was finally caught.
Or rather, to put it more accurately, Cook allowed himself to be caught.
He thought it was too boring,
Just as dull as when he hunted in his own territory initially.
He thought the pursuit would be interesting, but it was still so dull.
So, he wished to beco the ‘Brutalizer’, to experience a different kind of thrill.
When these reports appeared online, people were shocked.
Many even proposed reinstating the death penalty, but this did not suit certain interests.
Therefore, Cook indeed beca the ‘Brutalizer’ as he desired.
His targeted learning from the early killings made him thrive in such ‘gas,’ breezing through the preliminaries, the first round, and the quarterfinals.
Now, he was looking forward to the final.
No!
What he was looking forward to was the ‘Brutalizer’ nad Jason.
A triple kill!
Thinking of Jason’s deeds, Cook couldn’t help but get excited; he licked his dry lips and kept pounding his ‘contact’ with his fist.
Bang, bang bang.
Fist colliding with face.
The ‘contact’s’ face was already a bloody blur.
But Cook had no intention of stopping.
He knew such opportunities were rare.
So, he wanted to thoroughly enjoy it.
As for what ca after?
He was already the ‘Brutalizer’; what was there to fear?
"Scream!”
"Scream louder!”
"Otherwise, how could I possibly enjoy this?” Cook said to his ‘contact’.
But by this ti, the ‘contact’ had already lost consciousness, lying there barely breathing.
"Truly boring,” Cook said, as he raised his hand and used a shard of a teacup to slit the ‘contact’s’ throat.
Spurt!
Blood sprayed out instantly, but for Cook, it was not enough.
He needed more.
He needed it to be more vibrant.
His gaze turned towards the staircase.
Then, he picked up the ‘contact’s’ handgun and walked towards the elevator.
However, he did not step into the elevator.
His clever brain knew what kind of people were cramd in the elevator now; those irrational fools, already eager to begin their killing, had made the elevator their choice.
The next mont, he headed for the staircase.
Would this count as a different kind of hunt?
Cook grew even more excited,
Even his breathing beca rapid.
How long had it been since he’d experienced this?
Perfect!
This was what he had been looking forward to!
With this thought, Cook pushed open the door to the stairwell, and then, a tall and robust figure appeared in his view, its ice hockey mask even more prominent.
The ice hockey mask, which was inherently terrifying, had now been stained with streaks of red.
It looked even more ferocious.
"Ja…,”
Spurt!
Cook excitedly shouted and was about to raise his gun, but Jason’s knife was quicker.
A decapitating slice.
Cook’s head tumbled to the ground, his face still bearing that strange excitent, while Jason didn’t even glance at it, just shrugged his nose hidden beneath the mask.
No scent of food.
Having co to this conclusion, Jason turned and continued upwards along the stairs.
The reason he didn’t agree to Losa 11’s ‘defense’ proposal was because of the remnants of food scent on the previous ‘uninvited guest.’
Since there was ‘food,’ and an opportunity to hunt it, why not go for it?
Jason’s obsession with ‘eating’ gave him his own set of convictions.
The ‘Brutalizer’ he had just killed was the 20th.
Compared to the previous ‘Brutalizers,’ there was nothing special.
No ‘food.’
He hadn’t been in contact with ‘food’ either
Nonetheless, Jason was not disheartened.
He was an extrely patient person.
If this one had none, he would continue.
After all, the night was still long.
"So strong!”
On the 4th floor, in the ‘contactors’ apartnt, Pers and Roslor were watching everything on the screen, their eyes wide.
After Jason left, Losa 11 tracked Jason using the security caras within the Ga Mansion.
Then, they witnessed the scenes of Jason ‘one knife per Brutalizer.’
Twenty ‘Brutalizers’ had fallen, but none rited a second stroke from Jason.
"Wasn’t that the ‘Finger Cutter’ just now?” Roslor asked, stuttering.
"Hmm.”
"It was that guy,” Pers affird confidently.
"Jason is too strong. That guy was supposed to be one of the F zone finalists, and he died so easily!” Pers exclaid, still in shock.
"The ‘Finger Cutter’s’ advantage lies in ‘stealth’; his own combat ability is not strong,” Pers explained.
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