At this time, Johnny had 53 bullets left in his Pistol, and his m4 carbine magazine had 23 rounds left, with one spare magazine containing 30 rounds.
Brian's MCX magazine still had 24 bullets, with two spare magazines containing 60 bullets.
At the end of this T-shaped corridor was a door. Passing through that door would mean truly entering the auction house area.
However, all the perimeter security personnel had been cleared by the three of them, and the corridors they had walked through were all covered in blood.
Johnny continued to lead the way forward. When he reached the next fire door, it suddenly opened.
Johnny immediately raised his gun, watching ahead, while Harry, from behind, quickly moved to the back of the door and gripped the doorknob.
The door opened wider. At that moment, a head peeked out, and Johnny, without a word, immediately pulled the trigger.
Puff!
As blood instantly splattered, Harry forcefully pushed the door open. Brian, who was following behind, also didn't stand idle, instantly crouching down and firing two-round bursts.
The three of them cleared the area extremely quickly, giving the opponents almost no time to react. The three people who opened the door were directly eliminated.
Then, Johnny swiftly stepped through the door, with Brian close behind. Harry glanced back before following them in.
Compared to Johnny and Brian's heavy firepower, his small Pistol couldn't deliver a decisive effect, so he was responsible for the cleanup.
The three continued forward. The lighting ahead became much dimmer, but this did not affect Brian and Johnny's vision at all.
However, the density of security personnel here was also much lower. Around a corner, a waiter was slowly approaching, pushing a dining cart with a cake, a plate of fruit, and a glass of red wine on it.
When Johnny stepped around the corner, he bumped into this waiter. The two looked at each other; the waiter didn't move his cart, and Johnny's gun was aimed at him.
Johnny had originally intended to let him go, but the waiter suddenly reached for the intercom button on his collar.
Puff!
The muzzle flash instantly flickered, and a bullet hole appeared between the waiter's eyebrows, his occipital bone also blown open.
"I was going to let you off, but you sought death yourself, don't blame me."
Johnny continued forward.
After passing through this hallway, Johnny could already hear sounds coming from behind a door. It was a wooden double door. Harry understood immediately, went to the door, and slowly opened it. Johnny and Brian immediately walked in.
Their position was slightly elevated, allowing them to look down completely.
The two security guards at the door hadn't reacted yet when Johnny and Brian each took them down with a single shot.
The wealthy man sitting nearby didn't dare to utter a sound. He had seen clearly that the two people fired without the slightest hesitation.
At this moment, on the auction stage below, the auctioneer was introducing the last item up for bid, which was Brian's daughter, Kim.
She had been changed into a proper dress, the pure white clothing highlighting her temperament, but the tears on her face revealed her inner fear and panic at this moment.
Brian watched, filled with both anger and heartache.
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's grand finale, item number #X-219, will redefine your collection standards."
"Height 167cm, weight 48kg, organ health rating SS (displaying projected fake medical report)."
"Virgin status confirmed by three independent tests (displaying blood test report). You will receive her first night rights, naming rights, and exclusive genetic rights. Her descendants will forever carry your surname."
"Starting bid 100,000 euros, equivalent to merely the cost of fueling your yacht. But remember: you are not just buying flesh; you are buying the privilege to destroy a soul."
After speaking, the auctioneer struck the table with his wooden gavel, making a clang.
A buyer in the front row, wearing a raven-feather mask, raised his hand: "350,000. I want to replace the Vietnamese girl I broke last week with her."
A cold laugh came from the shadows: "500,000! I heard a virgin's liver can be used to mix cocktails?"
The sounds from below made Brian tremble slightly. The anger within him surged like magma in his chest.
Johnny looked at everyone below with an expressionless face.
Then he turned around and looked at the nervous wealthy man who was fumbling for his phone, "I didn't realize you all had such hobbies?"
The wealthy man looked at Johnny approaching him, and immediately became even more terrified. He wanted to say something, but his lips trembled, unable to speak.
After all, two people had just died in front of him, and their blood had splattered on his face.
From the initial warmth to the later coldness, and then the gradual smell of blood entering his nose, this intense stimulation made him feel deeply afraid.
"Never mind, it seems you can't say anything anyway. Goodbye!"
Johnny, without a word, directly pulled the trigger.
Puff!
The wealthy man's expression of disbelief had not yet faded, but his soul had already departed his body.
Brian, on the other hand, directly raised his MCX and pointed it at the lecturer on the stage.
"That guy is Patrice St. Claire."
Harry pointed at the auctioneer and said. Hearing this, Brian adjusted his aim.
He clearly remembered the positions of the two people who had just spoken, so he didn't hesitate to raise his MCX and pull the trigger, aiming at one of them.
Puff!
In an instant, a burst of blood splattered from the head of the masked man.
The scene immediately fell silent, because he was in the front row, and then sharp screams erupted throughout the venue.
Patrice St. Claire also became panicked, "Where are the security guards? Someone has broken into the venue and is killing people!"
But unfortunately, most of the security had already been cleared by Johnny and the other two. The remaining four security guards rushed up from behind.
However, what awaited them were Johnny's four bullets.
As four brains, accompanied by blood, bloomed on the auction stage, Patrice St. Claire froze in place.
He slowly turned his gaze upwards, where he saw two men holding rifles.
At this moment, Brian had already taken down the other man who had made a bid. "Bidding to buy my daughter in front of me, you have chosen your own death."
Then, Johnny and the other two slowly walked down from the door at the very top. Along the way, the panicked people only dared to lie prostrate on the ground, not daring to move, because no one could guarantee that they wouldn't be the next to die tragically there.
Johnny and Brian walked down, while Harry remained guarding the doorway.
"Patrice St. Claire?"
Johnny spoke his name. He could only force himself to appear calm and nodded, "That's me."
"Why are you auctioning my daughter?"
Brian immediately pulled his daughter Kim into his arms, comforting her while questioning Patrice St. Claire.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was your daughter. If it were me, if it were you, I would also do what you're doing."
Patrice St. Claire finally realized who this guy in front of him was. It turned out that his people had kidnapped his daughter, and he was about to auction her off. No wonder he broke into his auction house.
"You can take her, and I will compensate you with another sum of money. Tonight's events, I will pretend they never happened." He spread his hand, trying to resolve the issue in what he considered the best way.
But he underestimated a father's rage.
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