Chapter 124 Mermaid Elegy and Werewolf (14) A New Gun...
The customers were outraged, but the President was not in the buffet, and the outrage was like a fist hitting cotton, with no response.
If it were something else, the anger might have dissipated over time, but at this moment, everyone knew that this was a matter of life and death, so when they found out that the president was not there, their anger immediately rose even higher.
They rushed out of the cafeteria in groups, shouting and yelling, demanding an explanation from the president - either hand over the murderer who killed people wantonly, or take back the weapons that were sent out yesterday. In short, there must be a result, and it can't be delayed until the wolf shows up!
The ghosts sat leisurely at the dining table and watched the crowd leave. After a short wait, the mermaids brought a decent breakfast from the kitchen, including fried eggs, fried sausages, bacon, cheese and toast. Drinks included coffee and orange juice.
Ah Zhui took the one in front of him and looked at it. He asked Irene with some concern, "Did the chefs give you any trouble?"
"Not at all," Irene laughed. "Their attitude couldn't be better. Some people carefully avoided us, while others bowed and scraped, fearing that we would displease them and kill them."
"That's good." Ah Zhu felt relieved, and everyone sat down to eat together.
As breakfast was coming to an end, a noise outside startled everyone and the conversation stopped.
"Bang—bang—bang—"
There was a burst of intense gunfire outside, which was definitely not fired by a single gun, followed by screams and roars.
The ghosts exchanged glances. Si Ling hurriedly downed the last two sips of his coffee, while Bai Ma stuffed the small piece of toast in his hand into his mouth. The others followed suit, finishing their meager breakfasts as quickly as possible or simply leaving them alone and rushing out together.
The gunshots never stopped. They followed the sound and found that many of the paths that had been marked out to protect the privacy of the guests had been destroyed and became interconnected.
Seven or eight minutes later, they arrived at the shooting scene.
This is a small circular garden in a residential area. It used to be a place for customers to sit and chat. There is a fountain in the center and benches around it. The entire space is only a few dozen square meters.
Now, these dozens of square meters are almost filled with corpses. Two or three corpses have fallen into the fountain, and the water of the fountain has turned red.
The ghosts looked around and found that several of the president's bodyguards had fallen here, as well as two members of the Fisher family, but the president himself and Johnson Fisher were not there.
After a careful inspection, they recognized that among the dead were those who had been outraged in the restaurant just now, those who had received guns from the president yesterday, and those who had been secretly delivered guns by them at night.
What a free-for-all!
The ghosts easily imagined what had happened: outraged people were supposedly trying to confront the president, met him there, and a disagreement ensued, with perhaps some of the president's men questioning how the others had access to guns. Soon, everyone was killing frantically. In such a chaotic situation, no one had much choice but to kill more people, so they were being shot from all directions, seemingly unable to distinguish between "enemy" and "friend."
In the end, the president was lucky enough to retreat under the protection of his bodyguards. After witnessing the large number of deaths, the remaining survivors finally calmed down and dispersed.
However, no matter how many "survivors" there are in this gunfight, it doesn't matter.
After this incident, new seeds of suspicion have been deeply buried. People not only suspect werewolves, but also suspect who has guns and who is killing people indiscriminately. When people are frightened, anyone will look hostile.
The ghosts then went to the banquet hall with a relaxed look. People were ready to discuss as usual, but almost everyone was absent-minded, and fatigue and numbness were deeply engraved in their expressions.
"Stop killing people indiscriminately..." the middle-aged woman who initially provided gaming experience said helplessly, "No matter which faction you belong to, you need more of your own people to survive so you can escape alive. Indiscriminate killing won't do any good."
Si Ling thought these words were fair and objective. He was just trying to persuade everyone to calm down and not to carry out this kind of indiscriminate killing that was harmful to others and not beneficial to themselves.
But the people, nearly devastated, couldn't care less. Someone immediately asked sensitively, "What do you mean by that? 'No matter which camp you belong to'? You're not actually on the good side, are you?"
"How could I possibly mean that?!" the middle-aged woman was stunned. The other party shouted aggressively, "How could someone from the good camp say something like that?"
"Yes! That makes sense!" Many people actually agreed.
Si Ling looked at the middle-aged lady with a bit of pity in his eyes - although she had the lives of countless mermaids on her hands, she had indeed always maintained kindness and tried to remain calm and objective in this matter.
The crowd quickly fell into a cult-like frenzy, raising their arms and shouting, demanding a reasonable explanation from the middle-aged woman.
If this were an ordinary Werewolf game, she could show her ID card, but now there was no physical card, so she was completely unable to make such a strong self-proof.
So after about two minutes of chaos, someone shot her.
"Who fired the gun!!!" The woman fell in a pool of blood, and someone shouted at the crowd, making the scene even more chaotic.
The terrified crowd rushed out, and at one point it was about to cause a stampede, until someone fired a warning shot, and the crowd quieted down again amidst screams.
In such a demoralized environment, it is understandable that nothing valuable can be discussed.
The ghosts lost interest, asked each other what they thought, and left the banquet hall together.
Si Ling began to make the final arrangements: "Does anyone know where Johnson Fisher is?"
The ghosts didn't have an answer for a moment, so Aymeric suggested, "We can use the opportunity to scare the waiters and force them to confess. They're sure to know."
The mermaid princess Irene sneered: "No need to go through so much trouble."
Everyone looked at her, and she shrugged. "Johnson is the worst. Not only does he enjoy abusing mermaids, he also likes to establish 'fixed relationships' with them, keeping them well-fed while abusing them for long periods of time. There are seven or eight mermaids on the island right now, just for his amusement. Just go find them."
Si Ling immediately asked, "Where are they?"
Irene pointed to the south side of the island. "There's a separate villa complex over there specifically for them to live in. Normally, there's someone guarding it, but with all the chaos on the island right now, I guess no one's watching over them anymore."
The last sentence made Si Ling a little nervous, because if no one cared, these mermaids might have left there. Even though the entire island was now confined in a barrier and the mermaids could not leave for the time being, it was not easy to find seven or eight specific mermaids from thousands of mermaids.
But when they really arrived at the private villa complex, everyone was very glad that they arrived in time.
...Because Johnson's way of "raising" mermaids has no freedom at all, each mermaid is locked in the house with an iron chain, one end of the chain is firmly nailed to the bedroom wall, and the longest length is only to the living room.
In addition, probably in order to maximize the control of these mermaids, three meals a day were delivered on time by a special person, and there was no extra food in the villa.
So, after the island fell into complete chaos, no one cared about the mermaids here anymore. They couldn't find food and couldn't leave the room at all. When the ghosts arrived, most of the mermaids were already starving and exhausted.
They gathered the mermaids in the living room of the same villa and asked Irene to go to the nearest restaurant to find food. Irene immediately left with her companions.
Si Ling looked at the seven mermaids sitting on either side of the rectangular dining table and asked them directly, "Where does Johnson live?"
The nightmarish name struck a blow on the mermaids' nerves. Si Ling watched them stare at each other with suffocation, and then lowered their heads in horror. Everyone remained silent.
I understand.
Si Ling was not surprised by their state at all, and since they didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more questions.
After waiting for about half an hour, the mermaids who had gone out returned with food, so that they were all full. Si Ling said to Ai Lin frankly, "We don't know them, so our words are not credible. You are of the same tribe, so please help me explain!"
Irene understood what she meant and sat down at the dining table. She told the mermaids what had happened in the past few days. Other mermaids also supplemented their stories with singing, making it like a lively opera.
When the opera ended, the mermaids imprisoned here lit up their eyes and immediately set out to take Si Ling to find Johnson Fisher's residence. Along the way, they passed by the residences of several other members of the Fisher family, and they pointed them out to the ghosts one by one.
Soon, they successfully found Johnson Fisher's home on the island, a 20-story building that was entirely for him to live in. After the island fell into chaos, he hid here with some of his confidants and security personnel. The various supplies stored in the building were enough for them to live in luxury for a long time. Moreover, the building was located in a remote area and had always been kept secret, so the chaos outside could not affect here at all.
If it weren't for the ghosts, this would be a great life-saving plan.
Now, the ghosts are not in a hurry to take action.
When Si Ling was still a few hundred meters away from the villa, he signaled everyone to stop to avoid alerting the enemy.
She casually picked up a few paper figures, made some hand gestures and chanted some incantations, then threw the paper figures towards the building.
The paper man disappeared without a trace in mid-air. Si Ling smiled and said, "Let's go. We can deal with this demon after most of the others are dead."
The others didn't care about this and left easily. Irene was diligently comforting the few companions who had just been rescued, telling them not to worry and that everyone would be able to return to the sea soon.
And on the other side that they couldn't see, a new gunfight started again, and people who didn't trust each other were ready to explode at this moment.
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