Chapter 212: Brothel Reaction: Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D

Not long after that.

Accompanied by the sound of “gogogo,” numerous helicopters descended from the sky, and a large group of fully armed elite soldiers disembarked.

Among them were dozens of Bureau personnel dressed in black suits and black sunglasses, clearly professionals.

The Bureau personnel then divided into clear teams and fanned out across the city, while the main force headed toward the incident site.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire erupted intermittently throughout the city.

Civilians were driven out.

Quickly, under the professional sweep, hidden semi-demons and ordinary demons across the city were exterminated, and even some members of fringe cults were immediately arrested.

Normally, they ignored these fringe cults because they were too numerous and most of them were merely wasting time—no need to bother.

But this cult group in this place was clearly different.

They were suspected of summoning demons and causing large-scale destruction—this was no ordinary fringe cult; decisive action was required!

However, before they arrived, Mamen had already issued orders for evacuation.

He was now nowhere to be found.

In the end, this unit only gathered some clues and failed to capture the real culprit.

…

Regarding what happened behind them in Pasadena.

Louis, who had already driven away, did not know—but could guess.

It was nothing more than the Bureau taking over and launching a massive purge and manhunt.

None of it concerned him—he was very busy, with no time to care about such trivial details.

In his soul, Min Dian slightly stirred; the golden page representing “Thousand Thieves, Prostitution, and Begging” glowed faintly, guiding Louis’s direction.

Originally, Louis had planned to return home immediately after capturing Mamen’s avatar, then head north after handling things—but on the way, he noticed the golden page beginning to glow, so he changed his itinerary on the spot.

As for the imprisoned Mamen and similar matters, they could wait a little longer.

Feeling the intensity of the golden page’s glow, Louis confirmed his position.

“Hey, interesting—this target seems to be moving?”

“Hmm, ahead is… did we get close to Texas?”

Feeling the golden light shift direction, Louis slammed the accelerator.

The car’s speed surged.

…

On the highway, a curvaceous, buxom black-haired woman with heavy eyeshadow drove, carrying friends toward their destination.

Her name was Heather, an ordinary supermarket meat processor.

Not long ago, she was just an ordinary employee living a mundane, boring life—until a letter from a law firm shattered it all.

It claimed her grandmother had recently passed away and left her a property to inherit.

Joke’s on them—she’d never heard of having a grandmother.

But after returning home and questioning her parents, she received an answer: she wasn’t their biological child.

After a huge argument, she decided to travel with friends to uncover the truth.

Long hours of driving made her uncomfortable—mainly due to the weight in front, which pressed on her; she unconsciously straightened her waist, lifting her curves even higher.

Soon, she arrived at the address in the letter.

A small town that appeared reasonably developed.

She found the lawyer named Famen, who handed her the letter: “Heather, these are your grandmother’s belongings—be sure to read the letter.”

Holding the key and letter, Heather felt bewildered—was this all real?

Were her parents truly adoptive?

Did she have another home?

After a moment of silence, Heather gathered her resolve.

Regardless, this was good news—inheriting a mansion might change her current living situation if she sold it.

Her adoptive parents had never treated her well; with declining welfare and waves of unemployment, they spent their days drinking and smoking, offering her no support.

As a result, she’d only graduated from a regular high school and, after four or five years of work, still labored in a store.

The word “dream” seemed far removed from her.

Clenching the key, Heather felt as if she’d touched a turning point in fate.

Perhaps she could go to Hollywood, chase her old dreams…

As she drove toward the property, her friend noticed something odd: “Hey, why do all these people look so grim?”

The speaker was her boyfriend Lei En—a standard American girl with decent looks, she naturally had a boyfriend.

But over the years, he was the only one.

Not because she lacked appeal, but because she had no time to go out.

“Yeah, why do they all seem… scared?”

Her friend said.

Heather looked outside and saw it was true—everyone hurried along, as if chased by some monster.

Still, they paid no mind and soon arrived at their destination: an… estate!

“Whoa!”

“So big! Heather, you’re rich!”

The estate gates opened automatically, and the car drove in.

Around them were trees, flowers, fountains—all clearly expensive.

Most astonishing was the estate’s size: from gate to house, you needed to drive to reach it quickly—impossible to imagine how vast it was.

Strangely, there were no servants in the estate.

Heather reasoned that perhaps the servants had left after her grandmother’s death.

Unconsciously, she had fully accepted that she had another home.

She opened the door.

Inside was a grand hall and numerous rooms, but the ceilings were oddly high—taller than normal doorways.

The hall radiated luxury: a long table filled with silverware, glittering chandeliers, antique vases and paintings…

The group began rushing through the house.

Game room, billiards room, music…

These American youths quickly became immersed in the joy of play.

And as they turned on the music…

Beneath a hidden door, in a basement…

Huff… huff…

Heavy, pig-like breathing echoed in the darkness—steady, rhythmic, as if the creature slept.

Yet the faint music above struck like a blow, jolting it awake; the faint scent of strangers seeped into its evolved nostrils.

A pair of crimson eyes suddenly flared in the dark.

…

Creak—

The car stopped.

Louis felt the golden page’s glow intensity and confirmed the target had stopped in this small town.

“Another small town?”

Louis rubbed his chin.

Though he was here to find someone, entering a small town meant the probability of something happening was high.

After all, since his awakening, too many stories had unfolded in small towns—seemingly every one had some trouble brewing.

Hmph, fitting for America.

Last time he came to Texas, he encountered deformed men and flesh-eating demons—now, what fresh horror would this town serve up? Probably nothing less; after all, Texas was second only to Florida in outrageousness.

This town didn’t look backward… the shopkeepers looked attractive… pedestrians hurried—no, every single pedestrian hurried!

Louis instinctively began gathering intelligence and instantly sensed something wrong.

He grabbed a middle-aged passerby in a rush: “Tell me what’s happening here.”

No nonsense—Wan Huan Yi trembled, and the illusion activated instantly.

“For the past half-month… people have been disappearing frequently… rumors say a giant monster eats them at night… so we get home before dark.”

“…”

According to the passerby, the town had been fine until half a month ago, when disappearances surged; rumors claimed a giant monster hunted humans at night.

Though Mayor Bert publicly denied it, the rumors persisted.

“Giant monster?”

Louis frowned slightly, trying to place the plot.

He thought for a long while but couldn’t figure it out—American horror films were too numerous, often too similar, making accurate identification nearly impossible.

Then Louis asked the passerby more questions, digging deeper to confirm more precisely.

At this moment.

The information spoken by this middle-aged passerby caught his attention.

「…」

「That’s right, over twenty years ago, the current mayor led us in wiping out the Sawyer family, who hunted travelers and fed on human flesh.」

The Sawyer family, who hunted travelers and fed on human flesh?

Louis’s expression shifted slightly.

He thought—he knew which town this was.

「Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D…」

Heh, as I suspected, it really happened.

Louis felt no surprise at all—probably because he’d dealt with too many town incidents.

「But did Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D ever feature a plot where the killer hunted townspeople?」

In his memory, this film was a spin-off of the earlier slasher series, with deeply twisted morals—it told the story of a killer family descendant awakening their bloodline, caring for their mentally disabled relative—Leatherface—and ultimately embracing the killing trade.

As for giant monsters slaughtering townspeople…

Louis shook his head. He truly had no recollection of such a scene; his enhanced memory couldn’t be wrong, and the townspeople wouldn’t lie about this—so the plot must have changed.

After all, this was a real world—changes were normal.

Still, Louis had no immediate intention of seeking out Leatherface; he planned to find his primary target first.

Matters must be prioritized by urgency.

The Master of Simen was clearly more important.

Find the target first!

A moment later.

Louis stared at the estate before him, its sign bearing the name Sawyer, and the growing intensity of the sensation within his soul—he fell silent.

「So the target is inside the estate? Mixed into the plot?」

Remembering what the middle-aged passerby had said, Louis tightened his grip and leapt over the gate, flying toward the house within the estate.

(End of Chapter)