He even wanted Manuela, the clinic doctor, to go out and treat the children at the orphanage, and while she was at it, popularize knowledge on how to predict illnesses.
Although this differed from Javier's far-fetched guess earlier, it was actually quite similar; it was just another excuse.
Thinking of this, Javier's eyes had completely darkened, even revealing a faint murderous intent.
Someone dared to deceive the girl Manuela right under his nose; they were simply tired of living.
Manuela was not Javier's forbidden fruit, but she was Javier's little angel.
How could this kind girl be tricked and taken advantage of by these damned fellows using her kindness?
Of course, this might just be Javier's internal drama being too intense.
Perhaps these two people, although ruthless murderers, were the kind who robbed the rich to help the poor and truly cared for the orphanage?
After all, in American TV dramas, aren't there many superheroes who only kill criminals? Maybe these two kids were like that.
Therefore, to verify the truth of the matter, Javier decided to quietly follow these two idiots to investigate and see what was really going on!
Facing the invitation from the two white youths, Manuela undoubtedly agreed very readily.
After all, she had always wanted to help others atone for her sins, and now a group of orphaned children at the orphanage had caught an infectious cold.
How could she stand by and do nothing? She would naturally agree.
And although this girl was kind, she lacked a bit of vigilance and shouldn't welcome just anyone.
Subsequently, the two white youths also smiled contentedly and left.
Before leaving, they left Manuela a phone number, saying they would personally drive to pick her up for the orphanage two days later.
They told Manuela, as a doctor, to prepare her medical kit.
To prove they weren't joking, the two white youths even generously left a few thousand US dollars as a deposit for the visit to the orphanage.
Javier could only lament, "You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child!" He admired the determination of these two fools for being willing to spend so much.
Therefore, Javier did not intend to linger at Manuela's clinic.
After a hurried farewell to Manuela, he walked towards his Hummer SUV.
Once inside the car, Javier immediately opened his phone.
A map-like software quickly displayed, showing two red dots: one stationary, one moving.
Just as the two white youths and Manuela were discussing the visit to the orphanage, Javier had already pretended to be taking a walk and installed portable trackers on their pickup truck.
Another tracker was secretly slipped into Manuela's bag.
Javier was afraid the girl might be abducted midway, so to be safe, he also put a tracker in Manuela's bag.
The moving red dot was the location of those two white youths…
Seeing this, Javier decisively started his Hummer SUV and chased after them.
Today, he wanted to see what these two scoundrels were up to, daring to set their sights on his little angel, Manuela.
Even if these two were superheroes who specialized in punishing evil and promoting good, Javier would not allow these two pigs to ruin his precious cabbage.
Manuela was only about twenty years old, while those two white men were twenty-three or twenty-four, and they even had large stubble.
As a protective father, how could Javier allow Manuela to associate with such wild boars? Absolutely not—!
However… as the Hummer SUV drove on, it started to feel increasingly wrong, because Javier realized he had deviated from the city center.
Instead, he had arrived in the slum area, the most chaotic place in New York, without police presence.
Everywhere there were drug addicts resembling zombies, and various gangs.
This made Javier's heart sink.
These two guys were indeed suspicious.
Thinking of this, Javier decisively loaded his Desert Eagle, ready for suppressive fire at any moment.
After all, coming all the way from such a distant slum to the city to abduct Manuela, these two guys were definitely not simple.
Given the current situation, Javier would not foolishly believe that an orphanage would be built in such a chaotic place.
There was no way an orphanage would exist in such a place; it would have been ransacked long ago.
After tracking for about half an hour, the route had completely deviated from the city center and reached the slum area.
The streets were filled with many drug addicts doing the 'moonwalk', some standing still like zombies.
Garbage was strewn everywhere, and the air was filled with a foul stench, including the smell of urine.
Some idle thugs had already set their sights on the expensive Hummer SUV Javier was driving.
This silver Hummer SUV was completely out of place with its surroundings; stealing it and selling it would surely fetch a lot of money.
Thinking of this, many bold delinquents picked up sticks from the ground and began walking towards Javier.
Javier, however, had no time to pay attention to these daring thugs.
Seeing the red dot on the map stop, Javier looked closely.
The two white youths seemed to have entered a dilapidated bar covered in graffiti… That should be where they usually lived, most likely some kind of gang members.
But what puzzled Javier was that gang members either fought over territory or money.
Manuela, that silly girl, and her run-down clinic didn't look very wealthy.
How did these gang members target her? Even if they were after Manuela's beauty, it didn't make sense.
To put it bluntly, there were pretty women in places like the slums.
These gang members had no reason to reach out so far; this left Javier completely baffled!
"Boom boom boom—!!!"
But before Javier could figure it out, there were already sounds of knocking outside the Hummer SUV's bulletproof window.
Several thugs, armed with sticks, forcefully struck the car window.
They also hurled insults at Javier inside, cursing him, filled with expletives like'shit' and 'fuck' that came out like machine gun fire.
This immediately made the already irritated Javier roll down the bulletproof window and reveal his Desert Eagle, instantly pressing it against the head of the outermost thug and quickly pulling the trigger!
"Bang—!"
"Boom——————!!!"
A deafening gunshot rang out.
The bullet's aim was slightly off; Javier subtly shifted the muzzle and immediately shot the ear of a black man standing by the car window.
Blood splattered instantly.
This was a.50 caliber Magnum bullet, incredibly powerful.
The entire ear disappeared, and the eardrum was shattered, followed by a sharp scream.
Like startled birds, the surrounding thugs quickly scattered like they had seen a ghost, cursing as they fled frantically, their weapons casually tossed to the ground.
The thug who was shot in the ear cried and begged for mercy, scrambling and stumbling as he fled in a panic…
This is the free America—it has a prosperous and wealthy side, and it also has an evil and ugly side.
These slums are the best example.
And to avoid harassment in such chaotic slums, the best method is to pull out a principled weapon!
Never underestimate a handgun.
Although there are many gangs here, in reality, only core gang members have guns.
Other peripheral members are basically like the idle thugs just now, only able to fight with sticks, not as outrageous as Mexican drug dealers whose equipment is even better than the anti-drug forces.
Therefore, a handgun is enough to deter many people.
And only shooting the ear is to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Losing an ear means the thug won't die.
If no one dies, these gang groups won't rashly come out and fight to the death, because once someone dies, even the police might get involved, which is very troublesome…
"Thump thump thump…"
After chasing away these thugs, Javier took out his item [Dark Sunglasses] and put them on, put a can of [Magic Hair Gel Hand] pomade in his pocket, and holding his Desert Eagle, he locked the car door and slowly walked towards the dilapidated bar indicated by the tracker.
The Hummer SUV was left in place—that thing had been reinforced by him, with professional bulletproof glass that would take half a day to smash with a hammer.
The car body was also made of a sturdy frame and steel, no different from military-grade, so those thugs wouldn't be able to dismantle that turtle shell even if they fiddled with it for half a day.
Therefore, there was no need to worry at all.
The dilapidated bar on the tracker was located on one side of the street, surrounded by various plastic trash and a foul smell of urine.
The walls were covered in colorful graffiti, and heavy metal music seemed to be playing inside the bar.
The green roll-up door was open, and several pool tables were set up, but not a single person was seen inside the bar.
As he got closer, Javier noticed the smell of blood seemed to intensify.
And to reiterate, it wasn't the blood of animals, but human blood, very fresh, clearly indicating that living people were being tormented inside.
Thinking of this, Javier decisively walked into the bar.
After scanning the smoky interior and confirming there was no one inside, he pulled out the rewarded weapon, the Yamato (replica), from his finger ring.
A long katana with a black and white hilt, a golden tsuba, and a white scabbard appeared in his hand.
Javier pinched his nose and walked down the stairs to the bar's basement, where the smell of blood was coming from…
"Thump thump thump…"
Javier brazenly walked towards the bar's basement, his footsteps echoing clearly on the stairs.
And the things in the basement, upon hearing Javier's footsteps, immediately stopped what they were doing and all turned their heads.
"…"
"May I ask, are you the legendary Werewolves?"
With deep confusion, Javier stroked his chin, carefully scrutinizing them for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask.
Because after he entered the basement, he discovered that it was a hidden world, a dungeon specifically for holding people.
Beside it were blood-stained chains and torture racks.
A naked woman was tied to one of them, but she was already dead, with several bloody gashes from bites all over her body.
Blood flowed all over the floor; it was a truly gruesome slaughterhouse.
And beside her were two monsters with wolf heads and human bodies.
Their jeans and hoodies were carelessly thrown on the ground, and their fur was thick and stiff.
At first glance, they looked like hunched chimpanzees, but their heads were grotesque wolf heads with fierce wolf eyes.
Their sharp fangs still had large amounts of flesh and bloodstains, clearly indicating they had just had a full meal.
And these two Werewolves were looking at Javier with confused eyes, clearly unable to comprehend, given their intelligence, why a human would intrude during their meal.
But Javier didn't need them to understand.
Glancing at the dead woman on the torture rack and the familiar clothes on the ground, Javier could roughly guess.
The two white youths who had driven out of Manuela's clinic earlier were these two guys.
The so-called visit to the orphanage was indeed a lie.
And the purpose, well, was certainly like the situation before him: these two beasts had set their sights on Manuela's flesh and blood, which was why they resorted to deception—!
This outcome made it even harder for Javier to forgive these two beasts.
It would be better to send them to hell quickly.
However, hell or not, Javier still had something to ask before they died.
After all, although he was mentally prepared, a Werewolf suddenly appearing in the biohazard world was indeed very surprising.
This counted as entering a new side quest.
If there were Werewolves, would there also be Vampires?