Chapter 324: Hostel, Prey
Despite the physical examination showing no major issues with the elderly Federation General, the hospital still arranged a full set of top-tier medical monitoring equipment.
Sto Fel waved his hand, dismissing the female nurse from the Ward. He beckoned, and a White Person Middle-aged Man standing by in a Federal Air Force Lieutenant Colonel uniform quickly stepped forward to adjust Sto Fel's bed, helping him sit up and thoughtfully placing a pillow under his neck.
"Go investigate. I want to know everything about that Tang's arrival at Leon Military Base! Also, who he met and what he said to them, I want to know it all!"
Sto Fel took off his oxygen mask, a ruthless and sinister look on his face. "Furthermore, under the guise of strengthening Leon Military Base's safety, transfer a Battalion from the Northern Military Region! That Bastard Ross actually sided with an outsider, so I'll handle it myself!"
For Sto Fel, what happened today was a complete humiliation. The person Sto Fel hated most right now wasn't Tang Song, but Ross, his former Subordinate.
In Sto Fel's opinion, if Ross hadn't refused to cooperate with him in detaining and investigating Tang Song, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.
The scene at the landing field was like having his face rubbed hard on the Ground.
"General, sending troops to Leon Military Base requires authorization signatures from the White House and several Directors of the World Security Council! Our troops probably can't get in!"
The Lieutenant Colonel glanced at his Officer and cautiously advised.
Sto Fel's face twisted for a moment, and he gasped for breath, leaning his head on the soft pillow of the VIP bed. He knew his Adjutant was right. If Leon Military Base were a Directly Subordinate Federation Military Base, even if he overstepped his authority to mobilize troops, he could easily handle the matter afterwards with his extensive Connections.
But the troops stationed at this Base were multinational forces. Forget mobilizing a Battalion into the Military Base; even mobilizing a squad would cause significant international influence.
Sto Fel could even imagine that if he really transferred an airborne Battalion from the Northern Military Region, they might not even be able to enter the Military Base's Gate.
After a long while, Sto Fel rubbed his brow. "You go into the Base first and gather information. I need to know what that Asian named Tang Song has done and who he has met during this time!"
"Yes, General!" The Air Force Lieutenant Colonel stood up, holding his military cap in his Right Hand, saluted Sto Fel, and walked out of the High-level Ward. As he left, he gently closed the Ward's Door, leaving Sto Fel a quiet Room to rest.
Inside the Room, Sto Fel lay on the bed, closing his eyes to try and rest. Perhaps the temperature of the central air conditioning in the Room was set a little low.
Even though he pulled the velvet quilt over himself, he still felt inexplicably cold.
And every time he closed his eyes, he felt as if something was pressing down on his body, making it hard for him to breathe.
It felt like someone drowning and about to die, desperately trying to breathe, but inhaling water instead of air into their nasal cavity.
"Nurse! Nurse!"
Sto Fel finally struggled up from the nightmare. The bedding on the bed was completely soaked with his sweat, and even his white hair was soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his forehead in strands.
Sto Fel gasped for breath, frantically pressing the communicator by his hand while shouting loudly.
"Bang!"
The first to push open the Door were the two Soldiers standing alert at the Entrance.
The two Soldiers, holding assault rifles in their arms, first scanned the Ward to see if anyone had invaded. Seeing the disheveled Sto Fel, they asked with concern.
"Officer! Are you alright!"
Sto Fel waved his hand. "I just had a nightmare!"
The two Soldiers looked at each other and exited the Room.
Soon, the on-duty Doctor arrived in a hurry with a nurse. The Doctor then asked Sto Fel about his condition in detail and arranged a series of physical examinations for him.
Neither Sto Fel, the two sentinels guarding the Entrance, nor the on-duty Doctor and nurse seemed to notice from beginning to end.
In this High-level VIP Ward, indistinct shadows seemed to fill the Room.
Bethesda City, located in an unincorporated natural settlement in Montgomery County, Maryland, Federation. A town with a population of less than 60,000, it is home to the National Institutes of Health, the National Naval Medical Center, the Lockheed Martin Corporation Headquarters, and the Marriott International Headquarters. Forbes listed Bethesda as the most educated town in the Federation and ranked it the second most livable place in the Federation in April 2009.
Bethesda is also ranked as the 11th highest town in the Federation in terms of per capita income.
At the Lockheed Martin Corporation Headquarters, it was not yet closing time, and all the employees in the entire building seemed abnormally busy.
Although many people didn't know what they were busy with, they didn't want to be labeled as dispensable. Once labeled as such, it meant being laid off.
No one was willing to give up the opportunity to work at LockMart. Although the Company was not as good as before in recent years, its benefits and salary were far superior to ordinary companies.
However, Lockheed Martin Corporation recently lost a large portion of its firearms share from the Department of Defense. To maintain the Company and secure DoD orders.
Lockheed Martin Corporation decided to invest heavily in researching and developing its own exoskeleton armor, a project benchmarked against Tang Group's Juling Shen. However, lacking DoD funding support, Lockheed Martin Corporation could only search for suckers while consolidating funds.
For this, LockMart had already laid off a large number of overseas employees.
There was information that Lockheed Martin Corporation would consider downsizing some branches on the Federal Mainland, and even many people at the Headquarters were on the list for layoffs.
At this time, many employees wished they could bring a sleeping bag and sleep directly at the Company to show their loyalty.
People's joys and sorrows are not the same. The Door of the Senior Vice President's Office on the top floor was pushed open from the inside. A Middle-aged Man in a tailored suit, with slicked-back hair and a powdered face, zipped up his suit pants and walked out.
Before leaving the Office, he specifically had his female secretary, who had a voluptuous figure and wore a hip-hugging skirt and black silk stockings, straighten his Tie.
"Nancy, the clothes are good, but next time don't choose silk stockings of this quality; they're too much effort to tear!"
After kissing the female secretary, Mr. Harry Phil, Senior Vice President of Lockheed Martin Corporation, left the Office and walked to the exclusive Elevator for High-level Staff, pressed the Elevator button, and entered the Elevator.
Passing by several Offices with nameplates also marked Senior Vice President, the Vice Presidents who were working like dogs inside cast envious and jealous gazes at Harry Phil.
Whether in the Federation or other Countries, in some large companies, there are employees who come with their own resources. They often don't need to appear at the Company, but the resources behind them can bring unimaginable benefits to the Company.
Just like Harry Phil's existence, LockMart Company pays this Senior Vice President an annual salary of millions of US Dollars every year, not including commissions and partner dividends.
It is precisely because of the existence of this Senior Vice President that the firearms orders from the Federal Northern Military Region have always been in Lockheed Martin Corporation's pocket.
Even a powerful entity like Tang Group couldn't compete with LockMart in the Federal Northern Military Region's firearms procurement orders.
After exiting the Elevator, Harry Phil went straight to his Car. This young master's Car was a flashy red Porsche 911. Of course, this was just his Car for today.
In the garage of Harry Phil's luxurious Villa in Bethesda, there were at least a dozen super sports cars parked.
Vroom vroom—
The Porsche 911 sports car sped along the main road in Bethesda. Harry Phil's car stereo was blasting exciting rock music.
The reason he hastily ended his "work" in the Office with the female secretary he had only had for less than two weeks was that an exciting mysterious party was waiting for him.
It was a Mysterious Organization called "Hostel".
Every quarter, they held a mysterious sale in Bethesda. The items for sale were mostly young men and women.
Buyers could purchase these items to train and abuse them. If the buyer was a "good person" and couldn't bear to do it themselves, they could also command the Hostel's employees to abuse the purchased goods.
In addition to the purchase method, invited VIPs could also purchase the organs of the items separately: heart, kidneys, corneas, skin tissue. Every organ had a clearly marked price.
For second-generation rich kids like Harry Phil, luxury cars, watches, Famous Models, and even private jets and super yachts were just big toys they had grown tired of.
Ever since he attended a Hostel Auction, he had become obsessed with the thrill of torturing living people. Breaking a living person's limbs with an iron rod and listening to their painful wailing was far more satisfying for Harry than drugs.
The Porsche 911 quickly drove to an Outdoor Parking Lot. Here, Harry switched to an inconspicuous Ford Car. After driving twenty kilometers along the municipal Highway, Harry turned into a fork in the road. After driving less than two kilometers, he was stopped by a police car. Facing the two Federal Police, Harry skillfully pulled out a gold-embossed Invitation.
The White Person Police Officer took the Invitation, opened it, glanced at it, returned it to Harry, and waved him through, allowing him to pass.
Harry drove the Car skillfully to a relatively large Motel by the Roadside. Then, he took out a Halloween clown face mask from the Front Passenger Seat and put it on.
Harry opened the Car Door and just got out. At this moment, a pickup truck stopped beside him. Four young people, two men and two women, got out of the pickup truck. They looked like college students. One woman was holding a map, seemingly studying nearby attractions.
Harry was immediately attracted by the woman holding the map. Although the woman was looking down, her tight jeans outlined her straight and slender legs. Following her two slender beautiful legs upwards was a slender waist that could be held with one hand...
Harry's intense gaze seemed to be noticed by the woman. She put down the map in her hand and looked up at Harry.
When he saw the woman's exquisite face and gemstone-like eyes, Harry felt a fire burning in his heart. A voice screamed in his mind:
"I must have her, she is mine, I must get her, play with her cruelly, and destroy her—"
The woman seemed startled by the clown mask on Harry's face. She pulled her companion and walked towards the Motel. Harry kept staring at the woman's back for a long time, until she disappeared into the Motel, before he walked to a Secret Door in the Parking Lot and swiped the Invitation to open the Secret Door.
"Welcome, esteemed VIP, Hostel welcomes your arrival!"
A waiter wearing a pig's head mask was already waiting inside the Secret Door. Inside the Secret Door was a long Tunnel, a long downward Tunnel. On both sides were torch candelabras burning with bonfires, illuminating the Tunnel environment with a dim light.
Inside the Tunnel, every few meters stood a Big man wearing a Black Suit and also a pig's head mask. These Big men had bulges around their waists, and some even had Uzi submachine guns slung diagonally across their backs.
If Harry Phil observed carefully, he would find that this Stronghold of the Hostel seemed to be much more heavily guarded than usual. Unfortunately, at this moment, all his thoughts were occupied by the girl he had just seen.
He couldn't wait to get her, not a moment longer.
One should know that this was a Stronghold of the Hostel. Backpackers who came here were simply lambs delivered to the door for the Hostel.
If the Hostel were to send the girl to the Auction Stage, given the quality of this Prey, Harry believed she would definitely fetch a sky-high price. Even Harry couldn't guarantee that he would win the bid, after all, Harry had failed several times at previous Auctions.
There were plenty of guys with more money than him at this secret Auction.
Every Auction at the Hostel was conducted simultaneously offline and via live broadcast. Last time, Harry had his eyes on a princess who was said to be from the Middle East. He wanted to buy her back and train her to be a prostitute.
As a result, she was bought by a mysterious buyer from Japan for two million US Dollars more than his bid.
So Harry planned to use his status as a Hostel Senior VIP to order the Hostel to complete a hunt for him directly.
This was also a privilege for Senior VIPs within the Hostel.
Just as Harry was ordering the waiter wearing the pig's head mask to take him to see the Manager of this Hostel branch.
In a luxurious Room in the Hostel's Underground Castle.
The White Person Manager of this Hostel branch was currently nailed to a Cross on the Wall like the suffering Christ Jesus. Blood dripped from his hands and feet onto the expensive cashmere carpet on the Ground.
It looked like a masterpiece depicting the suffering of Jesus.
On the Sofa in the Room, a Big man wearing a leather jacket, with a bushy chest exposed, was puffing on a Cigar. Opposite him, a Person wrapped entirely in a Black Robe was watching the surveillance screen in the Room with interest.
On the other Wall of the Room was a surveillance screen divided into dozens of sections. These surveillance screens showed individual Bunker cells, where goods lured and kidnapped by the Hostel were held.
These goods included White People, People of East Asian Descent, Black People, Arab-Americans, and Latin Americans. It was clear that the Hostel had no racial discrimination when it came to doing business.
Most of these goods were young men and women. In the cells at this moment, some VIPs wearing masks and present in person were enjoying the pre-Auction revelry in the cells.
"Tsk tsk, compared to us dark creatures, humanity is even more terrifying. To be so cruel to their fellow humans, I think even the Demons in Hell are not much worse!"
The Black Robed Person's voice from under the Hood was sinister, hoarse, and sounded like a knife scraping, completely unlike a living person.
He watched the surveillance screen, where a White Person woman, who seemed to be in her fifties based on her bloated figure, was wearing a mask. She was using a small blade to slowly cut the face of a young woman on the Operating Table.
The young woman did not seem to have been injected with anesthetic, and had even been injected with adrenaline to keep her abnormally awake.
The young woman's painful wailing and the fat woman's triumphant maniacal laughter and curses were clearly transmitted through the surveillance screen.
Fifty thousand US Dollars, this was the price offered by the Hostel. As long as you were willing to spend fifty thousand US Dollars, a young piece of goods was yours to deal with.
And this fat woman, the wife of a Federation Senior Official, was one of the VIPs of this Hostel.
Her greatest hobby was torturing and killing women who were younger and more beautiful than her.
The goods in the Hostel came from all over the World. They had Strongholds all over the World.
As for the specific source of these goods, they came from refugees and Stowaways from all over the World, as well as backpackers and tourists who went missing during travel.
Especially young students and beautiful single women were often their hunting targets, as these types of goods were more popular at Auctions.
For this, they had a mature hunting procedure. To deal with young women, they would often send handsome hunters to lure the target to Bars, nightclubs, or even fitting rooms.
By the time their companions or boyfriends noticed, suddenly realizing, "Where is my wife (girlfriend)?"
By then, they had already been put into iron cages and transported back to the Hostel, waiting to be auctioned.
Similarly, for men, they would also send young and beautiful women, making you think it was a romantic encounter. Little did you know, after a drink, when you woke up, you would be restrained on a chopping block.
They would conduct a physical examination of the Prey immediately. This examination report would be directly uploaded to their VIPs for selection. If the Prey unfortunately matched the sick relatives or friends of these VIPs who urgently needed a match, the Hostel would have a specialized Doctor perform organ transplant surgery on the Prey.
These cut-out organs would be stored in insulated boxes and delivered to the paying VIPs as soon as possible.
Watching another surveillance screen, a young man was fixed with shackles, with only half of his skull exposed. A man was holding a chainsaw, seemingly wanting to saw off half of the man's skull.
On the table next to him, there seemed to be a pot of boiling water and a silver spoon.
At this moment, even the Black Wizard couldn't help but be impressed by humanity's cruelty.
"You humans, wasn't Councilor Cooke once human?" The Big man in the leather jacket puffed on his Cigar, exhaling smoke, his gaze fixed on Harry Phil's every move through the surveillance.
"Two hundred years ago, yes. But the moment I chose to transform myself into a half-demon, I abandoned my human identity!"
Under the Black Robe, the Black Wizard's eyes flickered with scarlet radiance.
"For immortality?" The Big man in the leather jacket couldn't help but ask.
The Black Wizard retorted, "Isn't that reason enough?"
"Back then, I contracted the Black Death. Two hundred years ago in Europe, people who got the Black Death had no other choice but Death. There was no treatment. A group of us patients were driven like dogs into a village. They piled up firewood outside, wanting to burn us alive!"
The Black Wizard's voice was hoarse but abnormally calm, as if he was telling someone else's story. "Later, I found a wooden box in a dry well in the village. Inside was a Black Wizard's notebook, recording the Black Wizard's research and the taboo magic arts of transforming living people into Demons. Unfortunately, my Master, whom I had never met, seems to have been sent to the pyre by The Church!
Heh, it's truly hard to imagine that we dark creatures would one day become allies with The Church!"
The Black Wizard shook his head. In recent years, he felt he was falling behind the times.
He found it hard to imagine that one day, the Dark Council would cooperate with The Church.
The method of cooperation was simple: the Dark Council would provide the manpower—Werewolves, Vampires, malevolent spirits, shapeshifters. These dark creatures would be responsible for scaring people, while The Church would be responsible for exorcism and harvesting faith.
This method of expanding faith was something the Black Wizard had never seen, even after living for over two hundred years.
There was a legend that the Behind-the-scenes Big Boss of The Church and the Dark Council was the same person.
Curry originally didn't believe this legend. In his opinion, the Behind-the-scenes Big Boss of The Church was the legendary God. Even dark creatures were inherently fearful of this sole Western God and had never imagined that one day, He would be pulled down from the altar, or even possibly killed!
It wasn't until Curry became a Councillor of the new Dark Council. After becoming a Councillor of the new Dark Council, Curry gained access to a core aspect of the Dark Council. He followed Speaker Selene to Hell. It was a Hell Abyss ruled by the Dark Council.
When he saw tens of millions of hell creatures toiling away, Curry finally realized the terror of the Man behind the new Dark Council and Speaker Selene.
As reward for his loyalty, the demon blood in Curry's body was replaced with the blood of a Hell Lord, and his strength instantly surged more than ten times.
Councillor Curry, who had completed the blood exchange, became a staunch supporter and loyal dog of Speaker Selene upon returning to the Reality World.
This was also the mission assigned by the Big Boss, the reason Curry was here.
Otherwise, Harry Phil, a mere Ordinary Person, would not have alarmed two Councillors of the new Dark Council.
That's right, the Big man in the leather jacket sitting in the Room smoking a Cigar was also a Councillor. He was from the Werewolf Clan in New York and was Lucien's Deputy.
Not only them, but hundreds of dark creatures were gathered in this controlled Hostel.
As for the original employees of the Hostel, they were either nailed to Crosses like the original Manager or locked in the cells originally prepared for the goods, enduring the torture of the VIP Guests.
No one expected that everyone currently in the Hostel was impersonated by Shapeshifters and Werewolves.
And the arrangement of this trap was simply because of a single sentence from the Big Boss.
"He took a liking to the decoy, so satisfy him. Plan changed!"
The Big man in the leather jacket put down his communicator and smiled strangely at Curry. "Plan canceled. We don't need to prepare for this damn Auction anymore. That human kid took a liking to the decoy we prepared. He used his VIP Clearance and wants the Hostel to help him directly arrest the Prey!"
(end of chapter)