The orphans lived in a warehouse-like dormitory on the first floor. Zhang Fan asked Hou Wu to take care of them, while he went up the stairs to the second floor alone.
St. Anne's Orphanage was a closed "U"-shaped structure. On one side of the second floor was a wooden corridor, and on the other side were small rooms. Zhang Fan didn't know which room the old nun named "St. Anne" was in, so he had to search for her room by room.
Zhang Fan checked a row of rooms, and more than a dozen of them were empty. When he reached the corner of the corridor, he suddenly heard a hoarse female voice that sounded like a duck's.
"This is God's will!"
The sound of a girl crying could be heard coming from inside the room.
"You came to the slums to atone for the sins you committed in your past life!"
"Your parents were cursed to death by the sins you committed!"
"Your body is filthy! Defiled!"
“The priest is now risking his life to purify your sins with his holy body.”
"Listen to me, don't be ungrateful!"
Amen—
...
"Fuck you!" Zhang Fan kicked the door open.
Inside the door was a scene that made Zhang Fan's veins bulge.
Inside the room, on the bed, an old priest, bare-chested and withered, was trying to pry open a pair of delicate thighs. Next to the old priest stood an old nun, who was pressing down on the girl's arms with both hands. The girl on the bed was desperately shaking her arms and kicking her legs, and the crying was coming from her mouth.
Hearing the sound behind him, the old pastor turned around, put down his robe to cover his unsightly lower body, and made the sign of the cross on his chest without batting an eye.
"Amen, guest, the orphanage is closed to the public today."
"Open for business? Then that's it."
Zhang Fan walked forward expressionlessly, then kicked the old pastor hard in the groin from below.
A pig-like scream suddenly echoed throughout the room. The naked old priest, his genitals spurting blood, flew out like a rocket, crashing headfirst to the ground with his neck bent.
Before the old nun could react, everything went black, her nose suddenly stung, and before she could even scream, Zhang Fan grabbed her by the neck and threw her out like a rag doll. Her head slammed hard against the wall, and she passed out on the naked old priest.
Zhang Fan took off his trench coat and gently wrapped the girl in it.
The girl looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. She opened her panicked eyes, glanced at the two half-dead people in the corner, then at Zhang Fan, and suddenly hugged the older brother-like man in front of her tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"Don't cry, your brother's here, it'll be alright." Zhang Fan patted the girl's back, comforting her. "Can your sister still speak?"
The girl nodded.
"Do you know which room that old hag Saint Anne is in?"
The girl nodded again.
Zhang Fan arrived just in time. The girl wasn't physically injured, just shaken and unable to stand. Zhang Fan picked her up and called for Hou Wu to come up through his earpiece.
At the doorway, the girl pointed to a room diagonally opposite. Zhang Fan then handed the girl to Hou Wu to carry away, and walked towards that room himself...
A man's rude voice came from inside the room, and torn clothes were scattered around.
"Damn it! Hold her down! I finally found a genuine one, I'm going to have some fun tonight!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a chorus of responses rang out, revealing that there was more than one man in the room.
"Hey boss, be gentle, don't break it! You eat the meat, but the brothers are waiting for the soup too!"
"Yeah, boss, hurry up, the brothers can't wait any longer."
"Pah!" The same voice rang out again, "What do you mean 'hurry up'? Do you think I'll be fast? Damn it! Hold her tight, don't let her move around, otherwise how am I supposed to get in?"
"Waaah..." The girl on the bed was covered and couldn't make a sound, but tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
"Damn it! Why did you cover her mouth? Is a dead fish that doesn't make a sound fun?" the man cursed again. "That old woman said her room is soundproof, even if someone were slaughtering a pig, no one outside could hear it!"
"Hehe, I'm just afraid she'll bite off the boss's penis."
The hand covering the girl's mouth was released, but the girl bit her bleeding lip and remained silent.
"Damn it! Shout! Why aren't you shouting!"
The girl was slapped twice across the face. Her clenched fists were so tight that her nails dug into the flesh of her palms, but she didn't utter a sound.
"Go ahead and shout, shout until you're hoarse and see if anyone comes!"
The girl's heart was dead. She came to the orphanage during the day and, seeing the kind-faced clergy, thought she had found a place where she could shelter from the wind and rain.
But no one could have imagined that these kind old nuns and priests would transform into demons from hell at night. Coming from the slums to the orphanage was merely a fall from hell into even deeper, boundless darkness.
Evil roams the earth; who can save the lonely and helpless?
boom!
Clang!
Sand and stones flew everywhere, and half of the wall collapsed. The three men in the room were in a terrible state. The man in the middle tried to stand up by pulling at his pants, but was kicked into a corner by a foot that came from behind.
"This door is really tough!" Zhang Fan waved away the dust flying in front of him.
After kicking the door several times from the outside without success, Zhang Fan used directional explosives to rip off the entire door frame. Now it was clear that the inside of the fallen wooden door was actually made of metal.
"Who are you?" Two shirtless men, one on each side, glared menacingly at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan glanced at the two men, then at the girl curled up at the head of the bed, and immediately understood.
"I am your grandfather!"
"Bastards!" Two men threw punches at him from the left and right.
Zhang Fan dodged to the side, grabbed a man's wrist with his right hand, and thrust his left elbow into the man's elbow joint.
Click!
The man let out a scream as his knuckles bent backward at a 90-degree angle. Zhang Fan kicked him from behind, sending him crashing into another man and knocking both of them to the ground. At the same time, Zhang Fan lunged forward and crushed both of their kneecaps with a single stomp.
The room was filled with the sounds of bones breaking and screams of agony, and the two men were writhing on the floor in pain.
"careful!"
A girl's gasp came from the side.
Without even looking, Zhang Fan drew his gun with his right hand, kicked his right foot back, and cocked it with his heel.
Bang!
"Ahhh—"
The man in the corner let out a scream as a hole the size of an egg appeared in his palm. His pistol was shattered into pieces by the powerful bullets of the Desert Eagle, scattered all over the ground.
"Don't kill me! Do you know who I am?" The man gripped his wrist, which had been pierced through the palm, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Who are you?" Zhang Fan tilted his head and pointed at the man's head with his Desert Eagle.
"I am the son of the Chief Inspector of the Adelaide City Police Department!"
"Oh, I understand." Zhang Fan nodded.
Bang!
Brain matter splattered.
Zhang Fan wanted to find some clothes for the girl on the bed, but he had already given his coat to the previous girl and couldn't take it off again.
"Sir, may I borrow your things?" The girl simply rolled the bed sheet around herself and walked up to Zhang Fan.
"Huh? You know how to use it?" Zhang Fan pointed the Desert Eagle gun downwards and handed it to the girl.
"No, don't shoot! I can give you money, my father is..." The two men on the ground were terrified, struggling and begging for mercy.
Click!
Bang!
Without any hesitation, the girl took the gun like a string of candied hawthorns and shot both heads through with a single shot.
Zhang Fan took the gun back with some surprise and asked, "Do you know where that old hag is?"
The girl shook her head.
"Forget it, I'll search room by room." Zhang Fan kicked the corpse aside, then turned and asked, "Do you want to come along?"
The girl nodded repeatedly.
Zhang Fan pulled another pistol from his waist and handed it to her.
Tonight.
Death is knocking on the door.
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