Chapter 824

Chapter 824: The Inexpensive Dragon Labor

As the supposedly indestructible "crystal cage" shattered, a deafening alarm echoed throughout the underground complex. As a doomsday hideout, it was equipped with numerous necessary safety features.

"Level One Threat! Level One Threat! The gladiatorial arena area is now closing off. All personnel, please evacuate immediately. Activating smart combat mechanical soldiers…"

The alarm blaring throughout the underground complex suddenly stopped, leaving only the warning red lights near the entrances still flashing.

"The monitoring system is damaged; immediate repairs are needed! All armed personnel, escort the guests out and secure all exits! Be cautious; two extremely dangerous fierce beasts have escaped, and we need to use heavy weaponry."

In the mansion’s underground control room, after all the monitoring screens turned to black, there was silence for two seconds. Following a few seconds of chaos, everyone miraculously regained composure quickly. They pulled out emergency response manuals and, following rehearsed plans, transmitted commands through backup communication lines to every corner of the underground building.

"Damn Morin, that bastard! Grandpa Dragon should crush his bones for letting the noble Grandpa Dragon do such sneaky things. It’s just inhumane—oh no, it should be ‘un-dragon-like.’ By the way, does this world have dragon rights? Maybe Grandpa Dragon will find a way to misappropriate funds to establish a World Dragon Rights Organization; otherwise, the dragon kin’s integrity will be thoroughly tarnished by this damned knight! Sigh! Who told Grandpa Dragon to be in debt, damn it…"

As if a small black gecko, a Gold Coin appeared, cursing quietly as it emerged from the control room’s heavy metal door frame and darted along the wall into the depths of the corridor.

When Lin Mo followed Zeger into the mansion, a split of a gold giant dragon quietly fell from his left wristwatch, stealthily infiltrating as two fierce beasts decided they could not confront the Dragon Knight and instead targeted easier prey. Just seconds after the underground complex’s alarm blared, this intruder severed the alarm’s source.

The cutting technique was unique; after a casual bite, the circuit board was physically severed, making repairs quite difficult.

In a certain cell, CIA agent Charlie Mitchell quietly spoke to his partner, "Ivan, I wonder if Headquarters received the emergency signal we sent. I’ve left some information in Oak Valley using some tricks, but I’m not sure if my friends can find us."

As Zeger and his men surrounded them, the two CIA agents had secretly sent out emergency distress signals through their small gear, but up until now, they received no response from their superiors, as if they had been forgotten by the CIA Headquarters.

When Charlie Mitchell had all his special equipment taken away and was forced to change clothes, he pretended to accidentally drop a glass tube containing a liquid with a peculiar scent, which shattered on the ground, slowly releasing its faint aroma. He quietly kicked with his new shoes to leave some clues.

These were unofficial special tools circulated among a small circle of agents. At Lin Mo’s request, Charlie called over a seasoned expert among Bob’s friends who could easily recognize the scent.

This really was a case of "you reap what you sow."

"Ivan Carter grumbled, "Don’t worry, your friends will find us. I suspect our superiors haven’t sent anyone to rescue us because Zeger activated the electromagnetic shielding device. This guy is not only crafty but also very cautious; he’s truly a headache." He suddenly noticed Bob standing at the cell door with a frown and couldn’t help but say, "Mr. Boyce, what are you doing? Are you studying how to open that door? Come on, you’re a physicist, not a locksmith. We’re in a cell; do you think if you push the door, it will just open?"

Ivan Carter’s words served as a means to lighten the mood, providing a small relief to the tension and fear in the cell.

Sure enough, as he said this, the three children of Bob’s family smiled, and even his partner Charlie couldn’t help but chuckle, jokingly saying, "Yeah, who knows, maybe God is right beside us, Mr. Bob. Perhaps God is blessing you to get what you wish for, haha, uh…"

Suddenly, Charlie’s laughter was cut off, as if a rooster had its neck grabbed. Both he and Ivan widened their eyes in shock, almost popping out of their sockets as they exchanged terrified glances.

Just moments ago, the disoriented Bob, hearing their teasing laughter, inexplicably pushed the heavy steel door and was astonished to see it wobble and push outward.

"Oh, my God!"

Bob’s wife instinctively gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock, while the three children stared at the opened cell door, dumbfounded.

"How, how can this be?"

Bob incredulously looked down at his hands, thinking, how could this happen? How did the door just open? Could it be true that God was really beside him?

"Thank God! Amen!"

In the cell, everyone almost simultaneously burst into praises, deeply respectful.

"God, I pray for a big lottery win!" Ivan quickly made his wish while God was still by his side, glancing around the cell, searching for God’s presence.

"Idiot Ivan, God won’t help you make such a silly wish. You take the rear; Mr. Boyce, take your family and follow me."

Charlie Mitchell quickly regained his composure, slapping his partner’s bald head, dashing to the door, cautiously looking left and right.

No one? This is fantastic!

He beckoned the others, saying, "Follow us; we’re getting out of here."

They needed to escape with Bob’s family before the monitoring personnel reacted. Bob lifted his youngest son, Joy, while his wife, Lisa, and agent Ivan each carried one child, hastily following behind Charlie, who was scouting the way.

This place was not a professional prison; the personnel at the Scarlet Manor’s underground complex, who thought they were foolproof, had not stationed guards, only sending someone to patrol during meal deliveries, giving the escapees a perfect opportunity.

Charlie Mitchell recognized the way back, leading the group and surveying the surroundings. The others hurriedly followed, relieved to find everything clear; even the isolation blast door was wide open.

Hearing terrifying roars, cries, gunfire, explosions, and a slight tremor from the corridor walls, Bob’s family thought nearby people were watching some movies like "Jurassic Park" with extremely loud sounds, completely unaware that this underground area had transformed into a scene of massacre.

However, the two CIA agents sensed something terrible had happened. The gunfire, explosions, and screams were all real—not at all like staged special effects.

Before long, the escape team suddenly encountered three armed personnel wearing black masks, automatically raised rifles in hand. As soon as they made eye contact, Charlie Mitchell thought it was bad news, ready to take the initiative to strike first; however, the opponents suddenly removed their masks, looking at him with joy and exclaiming, "Charlie! It’s really you! Thank God, it’s great to see you safe!"

The professionals Charlie had brought in, who were skilled at disguise, stealth, and anti-tracking, were also adept at seeing through disguises and tracking people—much like the best locksmiths are also the best thieves, and the best doctors are also the best assassins; it’s almost the same principle.

"Oh my God! Wilson! Walker! Hall! How did you find us?" Charlie Mitchell exclaimed joyfully, quickly turning around. "They’re our people! My friends!" He and his partner Ivan, along with Bob’s family, finally sighed in relief.

"It’s a long story. We smelled the Lauren perfume you left behind, then checked the monitoring records. It took a lot of effort, but we found this place. We need to hurry; something seems to have gone wrong here. A fierce beast may have escaped, and there could be danger!"

The team leader was Charlie’s friend, former CIA employee Wilson, who quickly pulled his mask back down and said urgently.

"Morin was right; these foreign folks are blind to reality. Clearly, it was Grandpa Dragon who helped you, yet you actually thank God? What has God done for you? Will God open your prison doors for you? Help you open the already locked isolation blast doors? Show you a safe route? By the Dragon God above! Next time, don’t expect Grandpa Dragon to save you again."

A gecko-like figure glimmering with a black metallic sheen huffed and silently turned away from the corridor’s top. Lin Mo had completed his task entrusted to the gold giant dragon.

Yes, that can settle a debt of three thousand RMB. Dragon labor is truly cheap!

Because of his commitment to knightly spirit, Lin Mo did not easily abandon the innocent civilians; of course, those agents were just collateral damage.

Wealthy elites who could not stand the bloodshed had lucked out by leaving early, while those who remained in the "crystal cage" gladiatorial arena were doomed.

Upon seeing their two companions brutally killed on the spot, the two fierce beasts realized they stood no chance against the man in the strange mask. They charged out of the duel cage, instantly turning ferocious, fully unleashing the technical parameters of true bio-war beasts as they lunged at the completely defenseless humans.

Ironically, the "crystal cage" had become a spectator area, while the outside had turned into a slaughterhouse, drenched in blood.

Amid the screams of terror, the roaring of beasts deafened all, with body fragments flying and blood spraying everywhere in a chaotic display.