american horror story

The collector turned back in surprise, only to see a handsome black-haired teenager waving at him from the end of the corridor.

His pupils constricted, and the collector immediately turned to run.

Unfortunately for him, the collector reacted quickly, but Roy reacted even faster.

Almost instantly, Roy drew his gun, aimed, and fired. The Smith & Wesson M625 revolver accurately hit the collector in the upper thigh.

The collector let out a muffled groan, clutching his wound as he disappeared around the corner.

Roy frowned slightly. He hadn't expected the collector to have such strong willpower. Usually, someone hit in the thigh with a .45 caliber bullet would lose the ability to move.

The main reason was that Roy was afraid of accidentally killing the collector, so he hadn't aimed for a vital spot. After all, he still wanted to interrogate him about the Dark Web.

But no matter, the collector was injured now and wouldn't be able to run far anytime soon. Roy decided to get the bounty first.

"Elena, come down, it's me, Roy."

Elena jumped down from the pipe with a surprised cry of joy and rushed to Roy, throwing her arms around him.

"Roy, it really is you! Oh my god, I thought I was dreaming! Did you come to rescue me?"

Roy nodded.

"Yes, I was commissioned by your grandfather to come and save you."

Elena looked at Roy with a dazed expression. Girls her age were at the stage of idolizing heroes, so Elena completely forgot her current predicament and almost wished she could give Roy a passionate French kiss right then and there.

"Roy, thank you!"

"Hold on a second, Elena. Let's save the thank yous for after I get you out of here."

As he spoke, Roy took Elena's hand and started looking for traces of the collector. A trail of blood led down the corridor, finally stopping at a trash chute on the wall.

In high-rise apartments in America, these trash chutes were pretty common. Roy cautiously opened the chute door and peeked inside. Below was a mountain of corpses piled on top of each other.

The collector must have crawled into this trash chute, fallen onto the pile of corpses, and escaped.

Luckily, the weather in Texas was still relatively cold, otherwise the smell would have been enough to kill someone.

Speaking of which, with so many corpses in this rundown hotel, wouldn't it reek for miles in the summer?

How had the collector managed to hide until now?

Roy keenly sensed that something was wrong, and he became even more alert.

"Roy, that guy looks like he got away!"

"It's not that simple! Elena, let's worry about that later. I'll get you out of here first."

With that, Roy pulled Elena towards his escape route. On the way, they saw the blonde girl who had just been pushed down by the collector.

The blonde girl was squatting on the ground, looking at them timidly.

"You shouldn't do this. Mr. Collector will be angry. Mr. Collector doesn't like this..."

This attitude left Elena, who was already a bit annoyed, unsure of how to react.

"Roy, she..."

But Roy remembered the movie plot. This blonde girl, suffering from Stockholm syndrome, was nothing but trouble.

Without any hesitation, he punched the blonde girl, knocking her out cold, which shocked Elena.

"Once we deal with the collector, the police will naturally handle these victims properly."

Elena agreed with Roy's decision, mainly because she was so infatuated with Roy at the moment that her brain automatically glorified all his actions.

Roy led Elena to a hotel room where he had already removed the window.

Having seen the movie, Roy knew that this abandoned hotel was full of traps, and going through the inside was just plain stupid. So, he chose to go back down to the first floor, exit the hotel, and then climb the outer wall by hand to the higher floors.

It was also thanks to the blonde girl's screaming that Roy was able to pinpoint Elena's location.

"Are we really going to climb down like this?"

Roy and Elena were on roughly the fourth floor of the hotel, a height that made Elena a bit scared.

"Yes, I'll carry you on my back. You just need to hold on tight, and I'll get us down."

Looking at Roy's confident expression, Elena decided to trust him.

Actually, with Roy's current physique of 36, jumping down from the fourth floor might not even be a problem, but to avoid scaring Elena, he chose to climb down slowly.

A few minutes later, the two landed safely.

Roy took Elena to Peters' getaway car to hide, then took out his phone and started dialing at the hotel entrance.

"Hello, is this Sister Saltana?"

"Roy? What do you need?"

"Hehe, Sister Saltana, can't I just call you to chat even if there's nothing wrong?"

"Don't give me that. I know what kind of person you are."

During this time, Roy had sent Saltana quite a few flirtatious messages, and she had actually replied to every single one, but they hadn't had a single phone call.

"Sister Saltana, you're really too smart. I can't hide anything from you."

At this moment, Saltana on the other end of the phone could no longer hide the amusement in her voice.

"Alright! Just tell me quickly if you're in trouble. I'll try my best to help you."

That was exactly what he was waiting for!

Roy explained his current situation and suspicions, and Saltana on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment.

"Roy, how did you get involved in such a dangerous incident?"

"It's not my fault, I'm a victim too!"

Roy's voice sounded particularly wronged. He was indeed forced into this situation. He couldn't just let the Dark Web torture him without fighting back, could he?

"Okay, I've heard a little about this incident, but this kind of case isn't under the FEA's jurisdiction. I can introduce you to an FBI agent who is currently investigating cases related to the Dark Web."

"Sister Saltana, is this FBI agent reliable? I suspect the Dark Web must have people in the police department."

"You can rest assured about that. I've known this FBI agent for almost ten years. She's absolutely reliable!"

Since Saltana had said so, Roy naturally chose to believe her.

Afterwards, Saltana gave him a string of phone numbers.

"I'll talk to her first, and you can contact her later."

"Okay!"

Ten minutes later, Roy figured enough time had passed and dialed the phone number Saltana had given him.

A mature and magnetic low female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, are you that cute little brother Saltana mentioned?"

Another older sister?

Roy really wanted to tell this older sister that he wasn't little at all, but saying such things on the phone to a stranger felt a bit like sexual harassment. He'd better wait until he met her in person to say it.

If this older sister wasn't pretty, then forget it.

"Yes, my name is Roy Black. What should I call you, Miss?"

"Iliana Scott. Where are you now?"

Roy gave his location.

"Oh my god, I happen to be in Austin! Wait for me there, don't do anything rash, I'll be there soon with the mobile unit! Remember, absolutely, positively don't do anything rash!"

With that, Iliana hung up the phone.

Roy scoffed. How could he just wait there? He still wanted to get the kill!

Inside the dilapidated hotel, although the collector was injured, Peters' team still suffered casualties due to the various traps.

Three out of five people were dead, and the remaining two were scattered, which was a standard horror movie scenario.

The once incredibly confident Peters was now in a state of anxiety. The dead team members were all his colleagues, and he had no idea how to explain this to their families.

This made Peters extremely frustrated, and he sprayed his surroundings with his submachine gun.

"Come out, you freak! Fight me one-on-one if you dare!"

At this time, Peters' location was similar to a museum, with a large number of the collector's cruel collection items displayed in the room.

There were strangely shaped corpses, internal organs soaked in formalin, and even human leather products.

No wonder this guy was called the collector. He really liked collecting things.

Actually, Peters wasn't as frantic as he appeared. His moral standards weren't very high to begin with. He mainly wanted to lure the collector out this way.

This strategy was quite effective. The collector really liked seeing his prey in despair, so after Peters emptied his submachine gun, he appeared directly in front of him.

"Found you!"

Peters quickly drew the pistol from his waist and shot at the collector. His drawing speed wasn't as fast as Roy's, but it wasn't too slow either. The collector on the opposite side couldn't react at all.

Bang, crash!

However, what Peters hit was a full-length mirror, which meant the real collector was actually behind him.

Peters quickly gripped his pistol and turned around, but it was clearly too late. The collector had already pounced from behind and restrained him.

The collector's method of restraint showed obvious military training, which surprised Peters greatly.

"Damn it, are you a veteran? Ah—"

The collector didn't answer, dislocating Peters' arm and disarming him.

This completely deprived Peters of his ability to resist, and he could only be dragged on the ground by the other man.

The only thing Peters could do was to keep cursing the collector, but he never hit the mark, and the mockery effect was very poor.

Looking at the terrifying collection items around him, Peters realized that he would soon be joining them, and a sense of fear arose in his heart.

Like a death row inmate about to sit in the electric chair, Peters was now very scared.

Fortunately, Arken, who was lurking in the corner, suddenly appeared and bumped into the collector.

This guy was still kind-hearted. Although he had been morally blackmailed and coerced by Peters, he still chose to put aside his grievances and save him when he was in danger.

How could someone with such high moral standards end up as a thief? Indeed, there's no way out for good people in America.

Seeing this, Peters quickly reminded Arken.

"Arken, be careful! This guy is likely a former special forces soldier!"

Actually, Arken had already fought the collector in the first movie. He was badly beaten by the collector at that time, so Arken had no intention of fighting the collector at all this time. He just pushed him and ran.

The main purpose was to attract the collector's attention.

It has to be said that Arken's strategy was quite correct. The collector, whose plan was ruined by him, immediately abandoned Peters and started chasing him.

This gave Peters a chance to save himself. He quickly stabilized his arm and reset the dislocated joint. This process was very painful, and the reset arm was also very fragile and could easily dislocate again.

However, Peters had no other choice. At least after resetting his arm, he still had some ability to resist.

Hurrying to pick up his dropped gun, Peters found that the collector and Arken had already disappeared.

On the other side, Arken was trying to shake off the collector's pursuit.

Arken was definitely not as familiar with the internal structure of the hotel as the collector. This guy had a very good memory and could remember all the traps he had set.

Fortunately, the collector's thigh was injured by Roy. Although the bullet had been removed and the wound had been bandaged, his mobility was still affected.

During this process, Arken found the female team member who had been caught and hung up by the collector.

Feeling that the collector shouldn't have caught up, Arken immediately began to rescue the female team member.

The female team member had many wounds on her body, but fortunately, none of these wounds were very serious and did not affect her ability to move.

However, Arken was still careless. The collector did not follow, but he returned to the surveillance room and activated the mechanism remotely.

With a click, the floor under Arken's feet gave way, and below was a large meat grinder.

It turned out that the female team member was hung here as a trap set by the collector, the purpose of which was to attract others to rescue her.

The female team member grabbed the iron chain in time, while Arken hugged the female team member's body to avoid falling down and becoming minced meat.

But the iron chain was also slowly descending, and in a few minutes, Arken would become Arken sauce.

"Damn it, can you climb up?"

"Why don't you let go and try!"

Letting go was impossible. Every extra minute was a minute of life. What if there was a turning point?

The current situation was obvious. Even if the female team member was physically stronger than the average woman, it was impossible for her to climb up carrying an adult male. The two could only slowly descend together.

At a critical moment, something black and hair-like was thrown from a distance and wrapped around Arken's body.

"Grab the rope, I'll pull you over!"

A familiar voice, it was Roy!

Arken was very surprised and immediately grabbed the black hair, letting go of the female team member's body.

Then Roy did the same, rescuing the female team member as well.

"Mr. Black, are you alright? We all thought you triggered a trap and died!"

Roy rolled his eyes. How could they curse their savior like that?

"Have you guys seen the collector?"

Arken answered Roy.

"The collector was just chasing me, then he disappeared, and immediately afterwards, the traps were activated."

Roy looked towards the corner of the room, where surveillance cameras were filming them.

"That guy should be in the surveillance room. You guys get out of here quickly. I've already rescued Elena."

The female team member looked at Roy in shock. While their team was being brutally beaten by the collector, Roy had already rescued the person unharmed.

"We can't just let that guy go. He killed my teammates!"

"There's no need to fight in this guy's territory. I've called for backup, and the FBI will be here soon."

These words convinced the female team member, and she and Arken ran towards the door.

Roy did not leave, however. He chose to go deeper into the hotel to look for traces of the collector.

After putting on the ghost mask again, Roy could sense the surrounding life and quickly made a discovery.

In the surveillance room, the collector had realized that he could no longer control the situation. He chose to detonate the bombs placed in the hotel to destroy all traces.

Just as he pressed the detonation button, the door of the surveillance room was kicked open.

"Found you!"