Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Atonement in Hell

Looking at Melody Summers’s impassive face, Flynn Adler muttered, "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being so stupid. Falling for such a simple trap... Since you’re so worried about that Nina Walsh, I can be merciful and take both of you in. How about having you two sisters serve me together?"

As if already picturing the scene of the two beauties waiting on him, the lewd smile on Flynn Adler’s face grew wider.

’For a man like Flynn Adler, who only thinks with his dick, to call someone else stupid is truly absurd,’ Melody thought.

Seeing Melody remain silent, Flynn Adler continued, "I suggest you behave and do a good job sucking up to me. As long as you keep me satisfied, I can let you stay by my side. From then on, you’ll only have to be with me."

"But if you keep resisting me, then I’ll have no choice but to make you service clients... Those guys won’t be as gentle as me. You won’t last long in their hands."

Melody Summers’s face remained placid. Instead of backing away in fear, she took a few steps closer to Flynn Adler so that the voice recorder in her pocket and the camera hidden inside her shirt could capture everything more clearly.

Flynn Adler hadn’t expected Melody to come closer and was momentarily surprised.

Meeting Flynn Adler’s surprised gaze, Melody asked coolly, "Service clients? You’re running a prostitution ring? Flynn Adler, that’s illegal. Aren’t you afraid the police will find out?"

As if he’d just heard the funniest thing in the world, Flynn Adler threw his head back and roared with laughter.

He then said to Melody, "Illegal? Here, *I* am the law! Go ahead, call the police. See if they give a damn!"

"I’m telling you, my patience is limited, so don’t even think about escaping! Just cooperate nicely, and once I’m done with you, I’ll let you and your cousin go home. How does that sound?"

—Of course, this was a lie. The moment Melody stepped into this hotel, Flynn Adler had no intention of letting her leave alive.

’When I get tired of her,’ Flynn thought, ’I’ll just throw her to the clients. With a face like hers, she’s sure to fetch a good price.’

But Melody sneered and asked, "And what if I don’t cooperate? What if I resist to the very end? What could you do to us then? Just kill me?"

The smile on Flynn Adler’s face vanished. He replied with a dark expression, "If you insist on being so stubborn... then my only choice is to send you to a hospital and sell you for parts. Your pair of pretty eyes, for example. The corneas alone would fetch a pretty penny."

Flynn was growing impatient. He was itching to have Blondie pin Melody to the carpet right now, but he still hoped she would submit willingly.

’This sort of thing was no fun if the woman kept fighting back,’ he thought. ’He much preferred it when it was consensual.’

Hearing this, Melody suddenly changed tack, feigning surprise. "You’re trafficking organs, too? Wait, you... how did you even get Nina Walsh? The recent spate of kidnappings in Anworth... that’s you, isn’t it?"

Melody continued, her voice filled with feigned shock, "So just like you said, you abduct people at random off the streets. If it’s a young girl, you force her into prostitution, and if it’s someone old, or a man, you harvest them for parts, is that right?!"

Flynn Adler, thinking Melody was finally terrified, nodded in satisfaction. "Since you understand, just be a good girl and do as you’re told. Don’t worry, as long as you behave, I won’t do that to you. After all, like I said, I know how to treat a beautiful woman."

Having recorded what she needed, Melody pressed on, "Aren’t you afraid Clara Hayes will find out you’re forcing me? She’s your fiancée. Are you just going to keep messing around behind her back like this?"

Flynn Adler’s expression turned cold at her words. He snorted. "My fiancée is the one who sent me to teach you a lesson! Melody Summers, you were reckless and offended her. Now, if you beg me properly, and if I’m in a good mood, I might even protect you."

Melody continued to question him, "Your fiancée is Clara Hayes, so is the Hayes Family in on this business too? Is Hector Hayes also involved in the prostitution and organ trafficking... Maybe he’s even the one in charge, right?"

Flynn Adler didn’t answer. His patience had run out. He turned and nodded to Blondie, signaling for him to go and restrain Melody.

As Blondie walked towards her, Melody suddenly called out, "Flynn Adler, are you really doing this for Clara Hayes, or is it for Sylvia Lancaster?"

Flynn Adler froze. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

A smirk played on Melody’s lips. "Wasn’t the baby in Sylvia Lancaster’s womb your own flesh and blood? Now that it’s gone, don’t you feel sad?"

She thought about how she had indirectly died at his hands in her past life. She thought of all the people he’d kidnapped, of those forced into prostitution, of those who had their organs harvested while they were still alive...

Melody used her knife to slice off a strip of Flynn Adler’s clothing and used it to gag him. Then, she carved several deep gashes into his wrists.

Rich, red blood trickled down from the wounds. Melody shoved the knife back into one of the gashes and twisted.

Flynn Adler’s body convulsed in pain. He stared at Melody as if he were seeing a ghost. The pain was so intense that he began to struggle frantically.

His struggles jarred the wound in his chest, and he felt more blood well up in his throat.

Since his mouth was gagged, the blood had nowhere to go but out his nostrils. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

In the end, it was hard to say whether it was from suffocation, blood loss, or the excruciating pain, but Flynn Adler’s consciousness quickly began to blur.

In the final moments of his life, he still couldn’t believe he was actually dying at the hands of the woman he disdained the most...

After Flynn Adler had taken his last breath, Melody stabbed his neck a few more times. Only when she was certain he was well and truly dead did her legs give out, and she slumped to the floor.

Remembering the enmity from her past life, she had just unleashed all of her hatred on Flynn Adler.

Now that he was dead, Melody found the gory, mangled scene before her nauseating.

Smelling the cloying scent of blood in the air, Melody couldn’t help but gag a few times. Then she held her breath, rummaged through Flynn Adler’s pockets, and finally pulled a gun from his pants.

The gun felt heavy in her hand. Melody immediately stored it in her space.