World-saving Plan: The Only Savior-Chapter 674 - 504: The Final Sacrifice (Two in One)

Justin and Bob were both veteran agents with exceptional skills in both firearms and hand-to-hand combat.

It can be said that there was not a single person who joined the Hurricane Bureau who was easy to deal with.

However, even such elite agents were subdued in just a single encounter, unable to react in time, lifted into the air like a chicken.

"Damn it!"

Without any hesitation, Justin, who was behind him, raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the large figure.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several muffled sounds rang out as the bullets hit their target.

Yet, as Justin looked at the man in front of him who was unaffected by the shots, his heart sank.

Before he could take another action, a large hand swiftly reached out and struck his chest.

Justin felt a sharp pain and involuntarily flew backward four or five meters, landing heavily on the ground.

"Heh heh, found two little mice."

The tall man behind the door let out a low mocking laugh.

As he said this, he violently swung Bob’s head, crashing it against the wall beside them.

With a loud "bang," Bob, who was still struggling, immediately went silent, and a liquid seeped from the tall man’s hand.

"No! You bastard! What have you done!"

Justin saw this scene and was overcome with grief and fury.

He pulled out another handgun from the other pocket and fired at the figure.

However, the result was the same as before; the bullets hit the man but disappeared without a trace, causing no disturbance.

The man dusted off where the bullets struck him. There were only small bullet points on his clothes and not even a drop of blood, as if he was wearing a "Bullet-Proof Vest."

"Ah, for Lord Makula’s sacrifice, one piece at a time will do. After all, too many mice can be quite noisy, right..."

He bent down slightly, finally able to step over the wooden door. As he came over, Justin finally got a clear look at the person in front of him.

It was a monster with a height over two meters and was covered in black scales.

He had human features but sharp teeth like a shark, and a pair of dark yellow eyes.

The man’s physique was abnormally strong; the small wooden door could barely accommodate him passing through.

"A monster! You really are a monster! You bunch of bastards! You’ve started to experiment with living people!"

Justin had run out of bullets. As he cursed wildly, he tried to get up and flee.

But the sharp pain in his chest rendered him powerless and he could only struggle helplessly.

"A monster?"

The man took a few steps forward, each step on the ground sounding immensely heavy.

The sound of his footsteps seemed to penetrate the soul, inducing an involuntary fear upon hearing them.

"You filthy rats, how can you understand the greatness of Lord Makula? I am the work of art He created. How dare you describe me with the word ’monster’!?"

The man was visibly angry. In two steps, he reached Justin, grabbed his head, and lifted him up.

"Ugh... ugh..."

Justin made a painful noise, kicking his legs frantically.

A cruel smile appeared on the man’s face, his fingers tightening as if to crush Justin’s head then and there.

"Stop, Locas."

Just then, a voice came from behind the wooden door. The tall man immediately stopped laughing, and a look of fear flashed over his ugly and fierce face.

"Lord Divine Messenger."

The man released his grip and carelessly dropped Justin on the ground, then turned respectfully to the person behind him.

"Hmm, Locas, have you forgotten what I told you? Restrain your desire. Lord Makula does not like thoughtless beasts."

"Yes, I understand, Lord Divine Messenger."

Locas was extremely respectful at this moment, devoid of any of his previous arrogance.

"That’s enough—this sacrifice is just one short. Lock him up for now. I will present him to Lord Makula myself tomorrow."

"As you command."

Listening to the two men’s conversation, Justin felt a chilling dread.

He tried to open his eyes to get a clear look at the "Lord Divine Messenger," but the unbearable pain in his head and the constant ringing in his ears made it seem as if it were about to split open.

"Heh heh, two little mice who don’t know the sky from the earth followed me here. They’re really asking for death."

The man walked over as if sizing up Justin on the ground, then after a moment, he said to the strong man beside him:

"It seems our base here has likely been exposed, Locas. Complete your tasks quickly, and make sure the ’rats’ are well taken care of. You know the consequences of any mistakes."

At the mention of consequences, Locas visibly shuddered as if thinking of some horrifying scene.

It was then that Justin, who had been stubbornly fighting to stay conscious, realized the identity of the other party.

It appeared that this so-called "Lord Divine Messenger" was Hamby, the man he and Bob had been tracking!

With this realization, his body relaxed, unable to hold on any longer, and he passed out.

...

On the other side, a small town on the outskirts of Bali City.

An SUV pulled up in front of a tavern, drawing curious glances from a few passing pedestrians. They looked over for a moment and then turned back, continuing with what they were doing before.