Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 575: Red Sun Casino.

Carson wanted to laugh. He could only imagine what Sunshine was going to do when she returned to this discovery. It was bad enough that Nimo was hospitalized but the billionaires had created trouble!

Someone was going to be flattened with the hammer, if they did not take the same trip Amber had taken to the forest. While Amber had made it back alive, this unlucky victim was not going to share that fate.

Unless Sunshine decided to be just and send Howard to prison. "Oh, the idiocy on this base," he shook his head.

Hades didn’t need a map or a file to find Howard Shaw. He already knew exactly who the man was_ and he didn’t like him one bit. When Sunshine expelled him from the original base for bullying and other small crimes, he should have insisted that they throw him out of fortress four entirely. What else could they expect from Sheldon’s nephew who was worse than the most hated billionaire on the base?

The vehicle stopped and Sting was unstrapped from the chair and Hades kicked him out with his robot leg. Sting fell on the ground with a thud and loud ’Oomph.’

"Take the prisoners to the prison," Hades barked at the rest of the squad. "Carson, you’re with me. We’re going after Shaw."

"You broke my back." Sting cried out.

"Shut up." Someone barked at him.

As the vehicle pulled away, the tires screeching against the cracked pavement, Carson flipped open a rugged tablet. He tapped the screen with a frown. "Okay, boss, I’m pulling up Howard’s file now," Carson said. He whistled low. "He awakened four months ago, let’s see what unlucky superpower chose this trash." His lips twisted, "He is an aerokinetic. Its only safe to assume that he is not going to come willingly."

Hades let out a long, tired sigh that sounded like a tire leaking air. "Great. Just what I needed, a superhuman criminal. Last time I saw him, he was still normal. If he tries to resist arrest, I am afraid that I am going to stomp him to death."

"The big boss wanted to make an example of him," Carson said, gripping the door handle as Hades took a sharp turn. "Speaking of, where is she? Working from home elsewhere or sick?"

Hades didn’t say anything. He just stepped on the gas pedal. The engine roared, and the car sped toward the center of the town.

People were calling this area the ’Billionaire Hub’ now. It was the most fancy part of the town_ shining glass towers and fancy marble lobbies standing tall while the rest of the town remained more ordinary. Some of the buildings were old and they had been repaired and painted. Others were new, raised where old building had collapsed. They were finished, polished, and full of people who still had plenty of money to spend.

"Must be nice," Carson muttered, looking out the window at a fountain shaped like a golden toad. "I’m out here eating toast, mutated meat and canned beans, and these guys have five star restaurants with Escargots de Bourgogne! Where did they even find the snails?"

"Focus, Carson," Hades said, though his voice was softer now. "And hunters found the snails."

"Sorry sir," Carson replied. He checked the map again for Howard’s thermal band location pointer. "Howard is at the Red Sun Casino. He manages the place for Sheldon. It’s the big one with the glowing red roof. You can’t miss it."

Hades reversed the car and drove for a minute, ignoring the people shouting and glaring outside. He slammed the car into park right in front of the casino’s valet entrance. The engines were killed and then he sat silently, staring out of the window at the casino.

"You okay, boss?" Carson asked.

"I’m fine," Hades said, though he gripped the steering wheel a little too tight. "We should give him an ability suppressant the moment he is in sight."

"Yes sir." Carson said, hopping out of the car.

Hades checked his weapon, his face turning back into a mask of cold anger. They weren’t here for the slots or the poker. They were here for Howard, and Howard wasn’t going to make this easy. He needed to be on guard and in fight mode.

The dozens of bodyguards did not make it difficult for him and Carson to get past security. The glass doors hissed open, and the interior of the casino came into view.

The Red Sun Casino was on the grounds of a former cathedral. Father Nicodemus and two priests had made their displeasure known about the replacement building. But as the cathedral had been smashed to smithereens by a meteor, they could not do much about it.

Sheldon had wasted no expense in beautifying the place. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen rain, and the air smelled of expensive perfume and well-done steak. In the center of the room, beautiful dancers moved gracefully on silver poles, their sequins catching the light. All around them, men in tailored suits and women in silk dresses laughed as they threw down stacks of high-value chips.

The people in here were lost in their own world. Short of an alarm alerting them to danger, not much would make them give up one of the small pleasures left in their lives.

Hades walked through the crowd, his heavy boots thudding against the plush red carpet. He looked at the gamblers with a cold, disgusted gaze. To him, they could choose to have better things to do. If it was not for the taxes and employment opportunities, he would have ordered the place closed.

Sunshine had made a rule though, denying poor people access to the casino. Only those with money to waste were allowed inside. If the rule was broken, it would be closed, no questions asked.

"Well, if it isn’t the gloomiest man at fortress four."

A thick cloud of expensive tobacco smoke drifted toward Hades. Sheldon sat at a private table with other billionaires, draped in a velvet robe. He set his fat cigar down in a gold ashtray and flashed a shark-like grin.

"Hades are you here to have some fun?" Jon asked walking to him.

"Come to lose some cash, Hades?" Jin said.

Hades didn’t smile. He didn’t even blink. "No. I’m here for Howard Shaw."

Sheldon’s grin faltered. "Howard? He’s probably just shouting at the staff again."

Nearby, Howard was doing exactly that. He was hovering over a young waiter, his face red with anger as he pointed at a spilled drink.

But as soon as Howard heard his name, he looked up. His eyes met Hades’_ and then he saw the billionaires at the table watching him.

Howard could smell trouble from a mile away.

Sheldon raised a hand, signaling his nephew to come over. However, Howard did the opposite. He bolted, knocking over a tray of champagne as he lunged for the back exit.

"I’ve got him!" Carson yelled.

With the steady hand of a pro, he raised a small, silenced dart gun. A dart buried itself in the back of Howard’s neck, a nasty cocktail of ability-suppressants and high-grade tranquilizer.

"Ow! What the_" Howard reached back to grab the dart, his legs suddenly feeling like they were made of cotton. He tried to keep running, but his energy drained out of him like water from a cracked bucket. With a heavy thud, he collapsed onto a high-stakes poker table.

"Hey! Watch the cards!" a gambler yelled, pulling his chips away in a panic.

Carson was there in a second. He grabbed Howard’s arms and clicked a pair of heavy cuffs onto his wrists.

"You can’t do this!" Howard whispered. He tried to focus, his chest heaving as he attempted to summon a blast of air to blow Carson through the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the wind to howl_ but nothing happened.

Carson hauled him up by his collar. "Oh, those powers are on a break, Howard," Carson said with a cheeky grin. "A new life awaits you behind the safe beautiful walls of our fortress prison. If it’s not a death sentence for you."