PEERLESS GENIUS SYSTEM II

Chapter 345: The City of Brule

The next day, Xiao Luo continued moving toward the City of Brule at first light. He expected to reach in an hour.

Brule, like Stantine City, did not escape the ravages of war. However, it was not a primary node within its transportation hub, and therefore it was not occupied by Libyan rebel fighters or the government army troops.

"Is the woman found?"

In an abandoned warehouse in the City of Brule, a middle-aged man, some forty-five or forty-six, looked at a map of the city that hung on the wall with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and a pair of glasses. He was as tall as a pine tree and burly like a bear. He had the naturally imposing bearing of a leader when he spoke.

Two young foreigners were standing beside him, both clad in camouflage fatigues–one of them had a beard, and the other was clean-shaven. They were of similar build and had bright, piercing eyes. Their sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattoos on their arms. One of them had a tattoo of a bipedal winged dragon, bearing its fangs and ready to tear its prey into pieces, and the other man had a skull tattoo that looked eerily ferocious, like a monster that came from hell.

The bearded man straightened up respectfully when he spoke. "No, Boss, not yet. One can very easily find a place to hide in this city; it takes time to canvass the area," he said.

The other man pitched in and said, "Yes, the woman has gone into hiding like a rat, but she will not escape. We have released a dozen bloodhounds, and I believe we will soon get news of her."

"Hmm."

The middle-aged man turned around, and his response was almost like a sigh.

"Boss, what should we do with the woman's bodyguards?"

The bearded man pointed at four burly men, each of them tied to a pillar in the warehouse.

They were all severely tortured. One of them had his nails pulled out, leaving all his fingers bloodied; one of them had the flesh on his arms sliced off, exposing his bones; one of them had his nose cut off, and the last man had three or four stab wounds in his body.

Sarah Michelle had ten bodyguards who were all military veterans. Most of them died protecting Sarah Michelle, but the four surviving bodyguards were severely tortured and interrogated to determine Sarah Michelle's whereabouts.

When the four of them heard what would happen to them, they stared at the middle-aged man blankly like an accused who stood in the courtroom helplessly waiting for the court's judgment at the end of a criminal trial.

The middle-aged man glanced at the four men casually with his sharp eyes. "They no longer have any value. Why even bother to keep them alive?" he said.

"Yes, sir."

The bearded man nodded in acknowledgment and then gestured to his subordinates. After getting the green light, his four men took out a short knife each and approached the four men ominously, fixing them with murderous looks in their eyes.

The four men knew that they would soon be dead and were about to meet their creator, and one of them yelled hysterically at the middle-aged man. "Khun Sa, the Michelle family will not let you get away with it. You will soon face the wrath of the Michelle family!"

"Good, I'll be waiting."

Khun Sa gently massaged his wrinkled forehead and replied casually.

The four mercenaries, holding short knives at the ready, stood in front of the four bodyguards. Without warning, they grabbed the bodyguards' hair with their left hands, exposing their throats completely, and slashed their throats with the short knives using their right hands as if they were slaughtering chickens and ducks. The four bodyguards of the Michelle family tried to struggle, but they died a slow death in pain and despair.