The white guy covered in runes was immediately crushed by the collapsing warehouse door.
These kinds of sliding warehouse doors usually weigh over a ton, so this guy was instantly spitting blood and his life hung in the balance.
The other two were completely stunned. Before they could even react, Roy pulled out his revolver and shot each of them.
"Amy, are you okay?"
Amy looked at Roy with tears streaming down her face and rushed towards him like a lost bird returning to its nest.
"Roy, you finally came to save me! I was so scared just now!"
Roy could feel the fear in Amy's heart, so he held her and comforted her for a bit.
He didn't let her go until she had completely calmed down.
Finishing off these kidnappers wasn't the end of it. Roy still wanted to know who was behind these three guys.
It was obvious that Amy shouldn't have been kidnapped; even human traffickers would think she was too old. Plus, these three kidnappers were recording everything with a digital camera.
Roy searched the guy who was crushed by the warehouse door and found something that surprised him: a membership card for the dark web.
How is this connected to the dark web again? And why is it Amy who's in trouble again?
Roy felt like Amy and the dark web were just destined to clash.
However, he was a bit surprised that the dark web's influence had spread to Australia.
Could it be that the dark web has a presence all over the world?
That would be truly terrifying!
Roy slapped the white guy awake and started interrogating him about the mastermind.
"Tell me, who sent you to do this!"
Under the effect of the Shadow of Fear, the guy's mind quickly broke down, and he spilled everything like a leaky faucet.
This white guy covered in runes was actually a high-ranking member of a big gang in Sydney. This gang happened to have dealings with the dark web and had received a job order from them.
The reason the dark web's power is so vast is because they do an excellent job of serving the rich and powerful.
They can satisfy the dirty habits of the wealthy and powerful and do their dirty work, and the gangs can also connect with those big shots through the dark web. That's how this criminal network has grown into what it is today.
"I don't know who that guy is, only that he's called Mr. Jin!"
Mr. Jin, could it be Don King?
It's impossible for someone to cause trouble for people close to him for no reason, and the only person surnamed Jin that Roy had offended was Don King.
He couldn't be sure yet. Maybe Mr. Jin was just a fake name. Even though Roy didn't like Don King, he didn't want to make a mistake and let the real mastermind get away with it.
Since that was the case, he had to pay a visit to the dark web's base in Sydney.
"Tell me, where is the dark web's base in Sydney?"
The white guy looked a bit resistant and didn't want to talk, so Roy increased the power of the Shadow of Fear.
In just the blink of an eye, the guy couldn't handle it and blurted out the location of the dark web base.
So, Roy directly used the maximum power of the Shadow of Fear to scare the guy so badly that his brains started leaking out of his ears.
"Roy, was it the dark web again?"
Amy gritted her teeth, looking at the corpse on the ground, and even kicked it a couple of times.
Even though more than half a year had passed, Amy still couldn't get over what happened last Christmas.
"The dark web is just the middleman; there should be someone else behind this who wants to cause me trouble. Amy, I'll take you back first, and then I'll go find the dark web."
Roy carried Amy out of the warehouse and put her on a blue Harley-Davidson Buell Firebolt motorcycle.
"...Gentlemen, Sydney's profit growth this summer far exceeded expectations. Let's toast to money!"
In a dim conference room, a group of well-dressed people sat around a conference table, raising their glasses to a shadowy figure on the screen.
The atmosphere was very relaxed, and everyone seemed very happy.
One of the men in suits let out a whistle.
"The Olympics are just too profitable! Whether it's running underground betting or the red-light district, we've made a fortune! I wish we had the Olympics every year!"
Another man in a suit laughed and teased the previous speaker.
"Ha! If we had the Olympics every year like you said, it wouldn't be worth anything anymore!"
Everyone nodded. The reason the Olympics are so profitable is because they only happen every four years and have the backing of countries.
Another man in a suit sighed.
"The next profitable business will be the branch in Greece; it has nothing to do with Sydney anymore."
One of the men in suits showed a curious expression.
"By the way, have we made preparations for the Olympics eight years from now?"
"Don't even think about it. The East won't give us any opportunities! Instead of thinking about that, let's think about 2012, which country will host the Olympics, so we can make arrangements in advance."
This statement was agreed upon by most people. Although many Europeans and Americans like to ignore the East in the media, the real upper class dare not underestimate the East.
At this moment, the shadowy figure on the screen spoke.
"Gentlemen, there will always be a way. I firmly believe in one thing: only money never sleeps in this world!"
"Money never sleeps" is a famous saying on Wall Street and represents the concept of a certain group of people. From this, you can see why these people can be so deranged.
Capitalists will sell you the rope to hang them with for profit, so there's nothing they won't do.
After laughing for a while, the shadowy figure signaled everyone to be quiet.
"Gentlemen, that concludes today's meeting. I hope you can create more profits in the final period before the Olympics end."
"You can rest assured, Director!"
"There will be no problems, Director!"
The men in suits in the conference room started scrambling to flatter the shadowy figure on the screen, but the screen quickly turned black, indicating that the other party had gone offline.
With the meeting over, the people in the conference room were ready to disperse.
At this moment, a security guard rushed in frantically, perhaps too eagerly, and even knocked over a chair.
Immediately, a man in a suit expressed dissatisfaction with the security guard's behavior.
"Panicking like that, what a mess!"
"Manager, someone has broken into the base, and we're about to be overwhelmed!"
As soon as he said this, the conference room was in an uproar. The man called the manager remained relatively calm and signaled the others to be quiet.
"Don't panic! How many of them are there? Are they the Sydney police?"
The security guard swallowed and replied.
"Just one person, and he calls himself the Knight of Fear!"
Roy hadn't used the alias "Knight of Fear" for a long time. The last time he used it was in Austin, when he and Isabella dealt with a certain underground club in a suburban villa.
Isabella, who was rampaging at the time, had been confirmed to be the human vessel of Michael. The federal government, out of respect for Iris, didn't dare to act or investigate, so the Knight of Fear alias hasn't been exposed yet.
Coincidentally, the mask he used that day was still in his inventory, so when Roy attacked this dark web base, he took the mask out again.
Unlike the underground club in Austin, this dark web base in Sydney seemed to be just an office, but it was guarded by a large number of gang members.
Unfortunately, Roy was no longer who he used to be; no matter how many gang guards came, they couldn't stop him.
If he hadn't been afraid of the dark web higher-ups escaping, Roy would have just killed everyone in the base directly. With one sweep of his Eye of Judgment, there wasn't a single good person there.
Roy, holding two revolvers, went on a wild killing spree and quickly reached the conference room.
By this time, the dark web higher-ups had just thought about evacuating, and Roy caught them red-handed.
Looking at a group of middle-aged men in suits, their demeanor suggested they were upper-class individuals, completely different in temperament from the people outside who were also wearing suits but looked rough.
Roy immediately knew he had found the right place.
"Who's in charge here?"
Roy's sharp gaze swept over everyone in the room, but no one answered.
So, Roy directly shot and killed one of the men in suits. The sudden gunshot startled everyone.
"You can continue not talking. Anyway, I only need one person alive for interrogation. You can try your luck!"
Roy's gun barrel kept moving, putting immense psychological pressure on everyone present.
Although these people all knew Roy wouldn't leave anyone alive, some still held onto a sliver of hope and pointed out the manager.
"He's the manager!"
"Oh? Thank you very much for your honesty. You can go."
Hearing this, the man in the suit was very surprised and quickly ran past Roy.
Bang!
The man fell directly to the ground.
"Sorry, I only said you could go, but I didn't say you wouldn't die!"
Roy's actions sent shivers down the spines of the other men in suits. The man who was identified as the manager looked at him with a pale face.
"Do you know what happens to those who oppose the dark web?"
The others didn't know what the Knight of Fear had done, but the manager did.
Although the Austin government had suppressed the news of the incident from half a year ago, the dark web higher-ups all knew about a guy who called himself the Knight of Fear.
"Yeah, I do! Another manager told me that half a year ago, and then I sawed him in half with a chainsaw."
Roy's casual tone made the other men in suits extremely frightened. They could easily dictate the fate of ordinary people in their daily lives, but when they themselves became the fish on the chopping block, they were actually no different from ordinary people.
Two men in suits standing at the back bent down, trying to escape. Roy immediately flicked his revolvers, and two bullets cut through the air in arcs, blowing the heads off the two men trying to escape.
This terrifying marksmanship left everyone dumbfounded.
Immediately after, a cunning little guy hiding in the crowd shouted.
"Don't be afraid, his revolvers only have twelve bullets in total. He's already fired three shots, so there are nine bullets left! Let's all go at him together and take him down!"
This guy thought Roy wouldn't see him hiding in the crowd, so he was instigating others to rush to their deaths.
Indeed, there were still seventeen or eighteen people present, and Roy's two revolvers definitely couldn't kill them all, but no one was stupid enough to take a bullet for someone else.
Every single person there was an exquisite egoist. Did you expect them to sacrifice their lives for others?
"Who was just talking?"
The cunning little guy was immediately pushed out by the crowd. He looked at the others in stunned silence.
"You guys... Ah!"
Roy fed the cunning little guy a bullet and then continued calling out names.
"1, 2, 3... 7, 8!"
After killing 12 people in a row, Roy's two revolvers finally ran out of bullets.
At this point, the remaining people who were still alive immediately rushed towards Roy, trying to fight him to the death.
However, in the blink of an eye, a pump-action shotgun appeared in Roy's hands, instantly stopping the people who were rushing forward in their tracks.
"Sorry, I have another gun!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Killing with a shotgun was much more brutal than killing with a revolver. The people who were shot were torn apart by the pellets.
"Alright, now it's just you left."
Roy put away his gun and walked towards the only person still standing, the manager.
The manager's face had turned from pale green to completely bloodless. He clearly realized his fate.
"Let me go, please let me go, I can give you a lot of money!"
Roy shook his finger.
"Your sins cannot be forgiven. The only choice you have is to die painlessly or painfully. So, how do you choose?"
What choice could the manager make? Roy used the most brutal methods against him, and in just a few minutes, he pried out all the secrets from this guy's mouth.
After all, there are few tough nuts to crack in this world, especially pampered people like the manager.
"It really was that black guy, Don King!"
Roy's face was extremely grim. He wished he could fly back to America right now, drag Don King out, and kill him.
"Wait, is it possible that guy is in Sydney right now?"
It's quite possible for someone like Don King, a boxing promoter, to come in person to a world-class event like the Olympics to scout for new talent.
Roy immediately made up his mind to find Don King and take care of him.
After killing the manager, just as Roy was about to take the data and cash stored at the dark web base, the large screen in the conference room suddenly lit up.
"Who are you?"
The shadowy figure on the screen saw Roy, and his voice was full of shock.
Roy didn't expect such a pleasant surprise on his visit to the dark web base. The shadowy figure on the screen was clearly someone important, probably the true mastermind behind the dark web.
"I am the Knight of Fear."
"It's you again! How dare you still oppose the dark web!"
"Hehe, I am an agent of justice, of course, I won't let scum like you go! You'd better wash your neck clean, so when I find you, I won't need to do it for you!"
Roy made a throat-slitting gesture, which made the shadowy figure on the screen tremble with rage, though it was unclear if he was truly angry or afraid.
"Kid, don't think I can't find out who you are just because you're wearing a mask! You underestimate the power of the dark web!"
"I'll return those words to you exactly as they are. Don't think I can't find you just because you're not showing your face. I'll track you down soon, and then..."
The screen went black directly. This guy actually ran away so fast; Roy still wanted to get more information out of him.
He put the server hard drives and other things connected to the screen into his inventory. Needy might be able to find something from these things.
After doing all this, Roy heard the sound of police sirens.
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