Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1503 - 450: [Murder and Plunder, Once in a While]

Chapter 450 [Murder and Plunder, Occasionally Done]

The Sacrificial Priest’s footsteps slowly stepped into the conference hall. As he entered the door, there were several bullet holes on the walls by the door, and the crystal chandelier above had been half shattered by bullets.

Right next to where he walked, a corpse slumped against the door, and judging by the posture of the body, it seemed as if it had been desperately struggling to escape outside, but was shot in the head from behind!

The air in the conference hall was thick with the scent of blood, and blood flowed like a river on the floor.

The soles of the Sacrificial Priest’s feet stepped over a pool of blood, the ground beneath seemingly having a slippery feel.

The group of people who controlled the lifeline of this city had all turned into corpses!

No one escaped!

In the room, the guards, faces filled with murderous intent and holding guns, all had their eyes fixed intently on this "Mayor", and the Captain of the guards had a look of excitement after the slaughter.

"You’ve done well," the Sacrificial Priest took a deep breath, "Now, your loyalty shall be rewarded."

He pointed at the corpses on the floor: "These guys were the parasites living off us! They relied on our guns to control the veins of this city, draining who knows how much blood from this city! They used us and then betrayed us!

Now it’s time for them to pay the price!

As a reward for your loyalty, I now grant you the right to harvest!"

All the guards were stunned, seemingly not understanding the Mayor’s words.

The Sacrificial Priest sneered, "You should recognize every single one of these guys’ identities — you know each of them! You also know where their homes are!

Their homes are all in the North District, and you know each person’s exact address, street, even their house number!

In these traitors’ homes are their wives and daughters! They’ve also hidden wealth they’ve accumulated over years of bloodsucking!

I now grant all these to you as a reward!"

Now they understood!

All the guards were rejuvenated, their already excited expressions turned even more agitated.

"Now, take your guns and go harvest!"

Roar!

The entire place shook, and there was an uproar!

All the guards couldn’t help but start shouting loudly, and the captain of the guards furiously pounded his chest!

"Go punish the traitors who betrayed us! Go harvest their wealth, their wives, and their daughters!"

The guards shouted loudly, holding up their guns, rushed out of the conference hall, out of the building, and into the night!

After all the guards rushed out, the conference hall fell silent.

No one knows how long it took, but outside the door, the Mayor’s Wife slowly walked in, holding a tray with a cup of coffee on it — the cup and saucer all made of pure gold.

"Master, this is coffee from that fool’s collection, it’s said to be the high-end stuff those white people like the most."

In an almost humble posture, the Mayor’s Wife placed the coffee on the table. The Sacrificial Priest sat down calmly amidst the scene of blood and slowly took a sip.

"These guys always enjoy indulgence so much, it’s almost second nature to them," he put down the coffee after a mere sip and shook his head, "But indulging in enjoyment only makes one weak."

Bang!

A gunshot echoed from a distance, followed by a second, then a third...

The gunshots seemed to come from the direction of a street to the north, and along with the evening breeze came faint cries for help, sharp shouts mixed with wails, and pleas...

The Mayor’s Wife went over and forcefully opened the window, letting the outside sounds become clearer.

She turned back to look at the Sacrificial Priest: "It’s started already, the North District is in chaos."

After listening for a while, the Mayor’s Wife’s eyes lit up: "It seems even the frontline troops at the traffic bridge have left to join in the looting!"

"Our clients demanded a completely clean slate Gusanka City, the original power holders here must be completely wiped out, their family forces thoroughly cleaned out without a trace.

The new rulers will bring in a new interest group to take over this city. They certainly won’t want any remnants of the old powers left."

The Sacrificial Priest spoke softly, looking at the Mayor’s Wife.

The woman thought for a moment and said: "And there’s another advantage, these guards! There are over fifty of them, and they’re the elites around the Mayor. With them and the soldiers guarding the traffic bridge in town, there are more than a hundred people in total.

The new rulers will have to pay some price to sweep away these forces.

So... let these guys go loot, let them get caught up in a firefight with these local family forces!

These guys’ homes will surely have bodyguards and guns of their own, after a night of looting, these guys, by the end, will certainly suffer significant losses.

"Yes, you’ve finally learned to think deeper, child."

The Sacrificial Priest smiled with satisfaction, "Details, everything is in the details! I always taught you that details are extremely crucial."

The Mayor’s Wife’s face was full of reverence: "So, did we win?"

"Yes, child, we won," the Sacrificial Priest smiled lightly.

But in the next second, a voice suddenly rang out without warning, and as it fell into their ears, the smiles on the faces of the Sacrificial Priest and the Mayor’s Wife were abruptly sliced away as if by a knife!

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, can I have a cup of that coffee on the table too?"