6:30 PM.
At Dex Shooting Range, the tide of Chicagoans, along with fans who had traveled from all over the States for the singers, surged toward the stage in waves.
Karen, Lip, Carl, Mickey, Frank, Debbie, and others were all among them.
7:00 PM.
The concert officially began.
Dex Shooting Range became even more lively and extraordinary.
About ten minutes later.
Dexter pulled up the system interface and took out a Time Stop Card.
Time Stop!
The next second, everything halted. Dexter turned his head to look around, smiled brilliantly, and walked straight toward the place where the simple handcarts were kept. At the same time, he took out a cigarette and lit one.
Getting a handcart, Dexter walked toward Frank.
The scumbag Frank, motionless like a statue, looked really interesting.
Dexter put on gloves, loaded Frank onto the cart, and dragged him to the box truck prepared in advance. Once done, he took the cart back, found Tony, and reached into Tony's pocket to take his phone and keys.
Next, Dexter wove through the crowd, locating the scum who had tried to scam him with the lawsuit against his property one by one.
Not all dozen or so scum were there; only about half were present. The rest were either still in the hospital or at home.
Interestingly, that scumbag lawyer was also there.
Dragging people one by one to the box truck and confirming no one was missed, Dexter grabbed a few bottles of cold beer on the way, got in the car, and drove toward Tony's house.
Tony lived in his mom's basement.
Arriving at the place, Dexter used Tony's keys to open the door, strolled into the basement, searched around, and found the computer, camera, memory cards, and other electronic devices...
Tony's phone and computer both had passwords, but it wasn't a big problem; he'd deal with that later.
Delaying for about twenty minutes, Dexter left Tony's mom's house with a pile of electronic devices, got in the car, and headed straight for the hospital where Bianca worked.
Arriving at the hospital parking lot.
Dexter got out, moved Frank out, and propped him up against a pillar. Then, he took out a chainsaw, pulled the cord, vroom vroom...
The sound was really thrilling.
Dexter smiled and shifted his position slightly to avoid being splattered by blood.
One second, two seconds.
A chainsaw was super powerful.
Frank's right arm was sawed off from the shoulder... It's worth mentioning that probably due to the time stop, not even a single drop of blood sprayed out.
That was actually quite incredible.
Dexter watched and found it very amusing.
After watching for a few seconds, Dexter didn't linger. He took out a needle and thread and nimbly sewed Frank's foul mouth shut, tight and dense.
Then, after admiring Frank in this state for a moment, Dexter didn't delay further. He put the chainsaw and Frank's right arm back in the car, took down the handcart, and walked cheerfully into the hospital to find those scum one by one.
Because of Bianca, he was very familiar with this hospital.
It didn't take too long to find all the scum he could find and load them into the truck.
Dexter got in the car and, according to the list, went to the homes of the remaining three scum.
Time flew.
More than an hour passed.
About half of the three-hour time stop remained.
Dexter drove the car loaded with a dozen or so scum, went to the supermarket first to move a pile of hydrofluoric acid, and then returned to the shooting range.
Handling so many bodies wasn't easy; it required imagination.
Dexter had thought about it repeatedly before and felt that to avoid being discovered later, the methods were actually quite limited...
Throw them into Lake Michigan? They would be found sooner or later.
Bury them? Same thing, who knows when they would be discovered.
Had to dissolve them and pour them down the sewer.
Fortunately, he was already relatively skilled at this kind of thing.
Time gradually passed.
One by one, the scum dissolved very quickly, turning into buckets of bloody water, and then flowed into the sewer, their final destination.
Doing so many things in such a short time was really tiring.
Finally done.
Dexter checked the time. There were still about twenty minutes left, so he nimbly took a shower and changed into an identical set of clothes and shoes he had prepared long ago.
Done.
Dexter lit a cigarette, returned to Bianca's side, and quietly waited for the time stop to end.
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Time Stop ended.
Debbie and Samantha immediately discovered together that Frank was missing. Both were very confused, unable to understand why Frank was here one second and gone the next. Immediately after, the two instinctively turned their heads to look around.
At the same time.
In the hospital parking lot.
Blood sprayed wildly from the cut on Frank's right shoulder.
Indescribable, extreme pain instantly bombarded Frank's nerves like a carpet bombing.
Frank instinctively opened his mouth to scream in pain. As he opened his mouth...
"Ah~~~"
This scream was truly indescribable, horrifying beyond belief.
Several nurses in the hospital heard it and ran out hurriedly. One look... Good lord, all were terrified. One nurse even felt her vision go black and almost fainted.
In the blink of an eye.
Due to the professionalism of the nurses, Frank, who had already passed out from the pain, was rapidly wheeled into the operating room.
The doctors started working.
Inside Dex Shooting Range.
The inexplicable disappearance of Frank only affected Debbie and Samantha. No one else cared.
The party continued.
The music played on, the dancing continued.
Debbie and Samantha couldn't see Frank anywhere, and naturally became even more confused... Driven by confusion, they both suspected they remembered wrong, feeling like Frank might have walked somewhere else earlier...
The two had no mood to watch the concert anymore and started searching.
But that was all. No one thought, nor could anyone possibly imagine, what had happened to Frank.
In front of the stage.
Dexter held Bianca, watching the concert happily with her.
Unknowingly.
The concert came to an end, and the hustle and bustle of the day drew to a close.
Under the starry night sky.
The tide of people gradually receded.
10:00 PM.
After tidying up a bit of the mess left by the excitement, Dexter and Bianca got in the car and drove home.
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The Hospital.
Inside the operating room.
The doctor was still fully focused on treating Frank.
The stitches sewing Frank's mouth shut had already been dealt with; only the wound on his right shoulder remained.
Even the doctor was surprised that after being mutilated like this, Frank still hadn't died and was still alive.
Regarding this, the doctor truly felt Frank was tough enough.
Another half hour or so passed.
The surgery ended.
The doctor took off his mask and let out a long sigh of relief. "Notify his family. His daughter's phone number is in the hospital system."
Frank was a regular at this hospital; the doctor knew Frank.
A few minutes later.
Fiona, who was working at the bar serving drinks to customers, heard her phone ring, took it out, and answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, Fiona Gallagher. This is [XX] Hospital. Your father, Frank Gallagher, had his right arm cut off..." The hospital staff explained the situation.
After listening.
"?????" Fiona was logically dumbfounded, simply suspecting she was dreaming!