Chapter 3479: Damned Devil!

In the bar, the black-clad leader was unwilling to just wait idly for the signal to recover.

His eyes roved over Tawana several times—tall, slender, and well-proportioned, she immediately stirred his wicked thoughts.

Originally, today was meant to be a global shock of a terrorist event, so he also knew he had no need to restrain his bestial nature.

Thus, he approached Tawana, smiling and saying: "Miss Svetlana, I never expected to see you here. You are my idol and goddess; I have liked you for a very long time."

Tawana nervously said: "Then... can you let me go? I'm just here on vacation—I don't want to die here..."

The black-clad leader's eyes floated lecherously over Tawana several times, laughing as he said: "Miss Svetlana, don't take this the wrong way—we're carrying out a terrorist attack today. To me, the bigger the better. It just so happens you, a big star, are here too—I couldn't possibly miss such a good opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Tawana trembled all over, choking out: "If you want money, I can give you all I have—I beg you, don't hurt me..."

The black-clad leader gave a lewd chuckle and said: "Miss Svetlana, I've heard you're very open about relationships. I don't know—once the internet is restored, would you be willing to join me in a fully explicit adult show streamed to netizens worldwide?"

Tawana shook her head wildly in terror, tears flying as she cried: "I beg you, don't do that to me! I don't want the person I love most to see me like that in their final memory of me..."

At this moment, Tawana already knew she and those around her had no chance of surviving tonight.

These people aren't bandits or pirates—they're terrorists! Falling into their hands means there's no possible way out for anyone.

What she fears now isn't death, but that this devil before her will truly defile her in front of the world's netizens. If Ye Chen sees her like that, even if she dies, she cannot close her eyes in peace!

Seeing her mention the one she loves, the black-clad leader snorted and sneered: "You don't want others to see, but I insist on letting the whole world see—I want everyone to watch you being conquered."

Saying this, his expression gradually turned ferocious, cruelly laughing: "Not only that—I want the world to watch me kill you with their own eyes. I want them to see their idol, their goddess, being bit by bit destroyed and withered under my hands, until death!"

Tawana stared into his eyes, voice hoarse from shouting: "You are a devil! Damned devil!"

The black-clad leader laughed loudly: "You're right—I am a devil! In my hands, you will neither be able to live nor to die!"

After speaking, he suddenly raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Miss Svetlana, I have abundant energy in that regard. We don't need to wait for the internet to recover to go to Mount Wu—let's just get acquainted right here, in front of everyone. Let's try once first, so my formal debut performance will be more perfect!"

Tawana was so frightened her soul nearly left her body—she wished to die on the spot. Her parents nearly collapsed, rushing forward madly to shield her behind them, but were brutally shoved back by several black-clad men with guns.

The black-clad leader barked: "From now on, anyone who makes an unnecessary move—I'll blow their head off with a single shot!"

Tawana's parents dared not move for a moment, only able to crouch in place, embracing and sobbing.

Tawana was now utterly despairing—she realized she and her parents had no chance of leaving alive today. Last time in Tokyo, Ye Chen had saved her; this time in the Maldives, such a miracle certainly wouldn't happen again.

At this moment, the black-clad men grew impatient. He grabbed Tawana's collar, coldly saying: "Come, let me first taste what an international superstar is like!"

Having said that, he moved to tear open her upper garment directly.

At that moment, his communicator suddenly crackled with static and noise—as if someone had pressed the talk button but said nothing, then quickly released it.

He frowned, thinking a teammate was calling him, but the signal was interfered with.

Teams One, Two, and Three were on outer perimeter watch; the only one who might have wandered far was the signal repair crew. So he immediately pulled out his phone to check.

He had been waiting for the signal strength icon to appear in the upper-right corner, but after a long wait, there was still no change.

He grew irritable and pressed the communicator button, snarling: "Old Xu, why hasn't the signal recovered yet?! I still need to stream a great show for the world's netizens!"

The communicator was silent.

His brows instantly knit tight, and he felt a flicker of unease in his heart.

The Old Xu he was trying to reach was the very team captain whose arms Ye Chen had severed and whose throat Ye Chen had slit.

He had worked with this Old Xu for years—this man had always been steady and reliable, never losing contact during missions.

Even delayed reactions had never occurred.

Whenever he called him over the communicator, he always replied immediately: "Received."

Not receiving Old Xu's reply right away from the walkie-talkie made him instantly alert.

Thus, he immediately stood up, walking outward while pressing the walkie-talkie: "Team One, go find Old Xu—see what happened to them, why they're not responding!"

He had expected a reply from Team One over the communicator, but instead, the other end remained deathly silent.

He immediately tensed up and stopped walking outward.

Afterward, he suppressed his inner fear and pressed the talk button again: "Team Two, Team Three—acknowledge if you receive!"

Teams Two and Three were similarly assigned to outer perimeter watch by him.

Including Team One, there were thirty people total.

Yet he never imagined that all thirty would have zero response!

At this moment, only six people from Team Four remained beside him.

Team Captain Old Xu and the three soldiers who had just gone out with him were also completely out of contact.

He felt a creepy sensation and quietly ordered a nearby black-clad man: "Go check what's happening outside."

The designated black-clad man was somewhat nervous, but dared not disobey—he could only grit his teeth and step out from the bar.

Just as he reached the doorway and stopped, he stood frozen in place, motionless.

Seeing him stop at the door, the black-clad leader shouted angrily at his back: "What are you doing?! Hurry up and see what's going on!"

Hardly had he finished speaking when that man's head suddenly snapped off from his shoulders, rolled and tumbled to a stop at the leader's feet!