Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1168 - 1173: Hell

Chapter 1168: Chapter 1173: Hell

The burly man looked at Brian once again, still full of suspicion. At this moment, Brian spoke indifferently: "Oh, I suppose I should say Little Curly recommended us. He mentioned he’d personally escort us, but then he called to say he was busy and told us to come on our own."

The burly man instantly relaxed and waved his hand, saying, "This way, please."

Brian and his group followed the burly man toward a room. The door to the room opened. After entering what appeared to be a very ordinary bedroom, the burly man opened the wardrobe. With a push, a hidden door appeared in front of Brian and his group.

Brian hesitated slightly. The burly man smiled and said, "Please, go ahead. Someone will receive you inside."

Brian lowered his head and stepped through the hidden door, followed by Paul and the others.

Beyond the hidden door was a different world. The décor was extremely luxurious. A dimly lit, suggestive corridor stretched out before Brian and his team.

Two stunning women dressed quite provocatively approached Brian, smiling as they asked, "Is this your first time here? This way, please."

Brian shrugged and followed the two women into a room. At this moment, he looked just like any patron seeking pleasure. Hmm, nothing seemed out of place.

Another man stepped forward to greet Brian and his group.

"Is this your first time here?"

Brian, slightly annoyed, replied, "Alright, stop asking the same question. Someone told me this place was exciting, with high-end thrills you won’t find elsewhere—that’s why I’m here. I brought my friends along. Now tell me, can we play or not?"

"Of course you can!"

Without waiting for the man to continue, Brian took out a wad of cash from his pocket and slammed it onto the table in front of him, his face filled with arrogance. "I was told cash only. I brought cash—fifty thousand British Pounds. We want the finest, the freshest. Now take us there."

The seated man stood up, glanced at the money, and plastered a grin across his face. "I sincerely apologize—today, there happen to be only four fresh arrivals. The freshest, completely untampered, but there are five of you."

Brian emitted a dissatisfied grunt. At that moment, Paul stepped forward and said, "It’s alright, boss. I don’t care that much about whether it’s original or not. You know me—at the same price, I prefer having more options."

Brian immediately waved his hand and said, "You heard him. Take us there, faster."

"Please follow me; you may choose from what’s available."

The burly man pressed a button, handed the money to a woman holding a tray, and whispered a few words to her. Then, smiling broadly, he said, "Please."

Brian and his entourage were escorted into a large room. After seating Brian on a sofa, a man with a heavy Russian accent grinned and said, "The merchandise will arrive shortly. Please make your selections."

Four girls were led into the room. Brian appeared somewhat excited.

The four girls—none older than seventeen or eighteen, with the youngest barely fourteen or fifteen—seemed dazed and terrified, their faces pale.

"Four girls. The youngest is fourteen, the oldest nineteen. Three from Ukraine, one from Russia. Gentlemen, I assure you, they are top-notch. Feel free to select."

Brian turned to look at Paul and said, "I can barely restrain myself from killing someone right now."

Paul shrugged and responded, "I feel the same, but let’s not. Not yet."

The Russian man, misunderstanding Brian’s words as a joke, laughed and said, "As long as they don’t die, how you play is entirely up to you, naturally—with the appropriate additional fees."

Brian exhaled and said, "Enough. Let’s get started here."

As he finished speaking, Stone Statue darted forward, striking the burly man’s neck with a handstrike. Immediately afterward, he took down the two men who led the girls into the room, one in each hand.

"Facing the greatest evil in the world, yet restrained from killing—it’s sickening."

Brian stood up and turned to the four girls, speaking in Russian: "You are free now, no matter how you came to be here. You are all free. But for now, I need you to sleep a little longer."

Paul stepped forward and deftly struck each girl in the neck, rendering them unconscious.

Brian clapped his hands and said, "Alright, Bashanov is here. Let’s find him and get this done."

Paul glanced at the men knocked out on the ground and suggested, "Waking them up for interrogation would be easier."

Brian shook his head, saying, "No, no. I don’t want to waste time on him. I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from killing him. Since Bashanov is here, let’s find him."

An older man led a younger man down the hallway. They passed without expression until the first door was opened.

The door remained open. Inside was only one individual—a girl with her ankle shackled to the bed. Her lifeless eyes stared at Brian.

Brian shook his head and closed the door, turning to his companions behind him. "No good. My sense of justice seems to be kicking in. What do I do?"

Paul shrugged and replied, "Don’t kill anyone."

Brian took a deep breath and waved his hand. "You go ahead and open the doors. I don’t want to keep fighting this urge any longer."

Paul stepped forward to open the second door but found it locked. Jackson stepped up, swiftly breaking it open, and Paul entered. Moments later, he emerged.

"Was there someone inside?"

"Yes."

"Did you knock them out?"

"I did. Hmm... maybe hit a bit hard, but they probably won’t die."

Brian sighed, then turned to Stone Statue, saying, "You’re up next to open."

Stone Statue remained silent. As he stepped toward the next door, a woman dressed in a bunny costume hurried over, exclaiming, "You can’t..."

Brian struck her with his palm, catching her as she collapsed, then casually flung her toward Paul as if discarding rubbish.

The door opened. Stone Statue entered, followed closely by Paul, who dragged the woman inside. Shortly afterward, Stone Statue came back out first, hesitated, and said to Brian, "My apologies."

"Is she dead?"

"Maybe. She might die."

Brian sighed and waved his hand. "Next time, Black Jack can go in first."

Just then, Paul exited, saying to Brian, "She’s not dead. She won’t die."

Stone Statue let out a long breath, albeit with a hint of regret.

Brian sighed. "Forget it, forget it. Let’s find Bashanov first and then come back. We honestly can’t afford to open every door right now."

Paul said softly, "This place is hell. I want to purify it."

Brian solemnly replied, "Find Bashanov first. Finish the mission. Then we’ll come back."

"But the girls might be moved, or even killed. My faith doesn’t allow me to abandon them."

Brian frowned in thought, then nodded. "Alright. As long as no one dies, that’s fine. Let’s find Bashanov first, send him off, and then come back to do what must be done. Yeah, no media coverage—let me think..."