??Chapter 294: 185 tallic Cutting Wire (4200)_2
Chapter 294: 185 tallic Cutting Wire (4200)_2
The woman’s voice on the phone was rather solemn.
“Is it Casio?” Yun imdiately shakes his head.
The timing simply doesn’t match. A month ago, he was still in the United Anan States, totally unfamiliar with Casio.
Moreover, one month happens to coincide with the end of his last adventure.
Yun had a fantastical and thrilling experience in an ancient abandoned temple in the Tulum Forest of United Anan states, risky enough to rank in the top three. He even found so items during the experience.
The Night Insect is one of them…
A few minutes later, Yun hung up the phone.
His face was serious as he headed towards the antique shop.
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“Shockwave, your wound is not healed, stay with Heisha to guard the ho, don’t let the Shadow Demon escape. This ti, Bass will co with .”
At the entrance of the residential building, Casio instructed his two subordinates.
Soon after, a black sedan slowly drove away along the road.
Today is July 20th.
At the train station in Baichuan City, Casio t Sulan and Sonya who had been waiting there. Adding Violet and Bass made a total of five people, who all boarded the train to Black Sand City.
On July 21st, they arrived at Black Sand City.
As soon as they stepped out of the train station, three or four sleek black sedans were parked at the roadside. From the leading car, the driver’s side window descended, revealing a hand, clad in a white glove, resting on the window.
The back of the hand was prominently marked with a large red “J”.
A white bird turned its head and looked over, a cigar hanging from its mouth.
“Want one?”
“No thanks, I don’t smoke much.”
Casio went straight to the back seat and slipped in.
Bass and the others also swiftly got into the other cars.
Imdiately, the convoy of four cars drove slowly, gradually speeding up on the city’s main road. They drove past a series of streetlights.
“Here.”
The white bird in the front passenger seat suddenly handed over a black object. Upon seeing it, Casio imdiately exclaid.
“Why are you giving
a gun?”
“The equipnt of our Assassination Departnt’s assassins is uniformly issued by the organization, and this is yours. Take it… you know, just in case.”
The white bird took the cigar out of its mouth using two fingers.
“Alright then.”
Casio reached out and took it. It was heavy, probably around two kilograms. The entire body was black, with a long gun barrel.
“Do you know how to use it?” The white bird asked again.
“Yes,” Casio had used it in the Era of Retrospection.
“This is a Nikov pistol. The gun weighs 1.75 kilograms and uses an 18-round magazine. It can shoot singly or in bursts—it’s quite powerful.”
The white bird briefly introduced the weapon, then stopped talking.
He knew that Casio didn’t really care about firearms; he was an expert in close combat. However, it was rather peculiar that a new senior mber of the Assassination Departnt was an expert in frontal battle. Was he going to charge directly at his targets, taking the bullets head-on to kill them? This did not seem to fit the image of a conventional assassin…
The convoy rapidly left the city’s main roads and headed to a secluded area within the suburbs. The Black Spade “A” Organization branch was located in a secluded manor on the outskirts, mainly for the convenience of carrying out so not-so-reputable activities.
Casio sat in the back seat, rolled down the window and looked at the scenery outside. It was early morning now, with a faint mist drifting in the air. On both sides of the gray road, there were weeds and trees, with leaves full of dewdrops, and a cool breeze brushed past from ti to ti.
“What, don’t like the sll of smoke?” the white bird said from the front passenger seat. “If you don’t, I can put it out.”
“No…” Casio shook his head.
Imdiately after…
Bang!
The Nikov pistol he had just received went off suddenly.
“Accidental discharge?!”
The white bird quickly turned his head.
It could see Casio sitting calmly in the back seat, the muzzle of the gun pointing outside the window, specifically towards the space behind a large tree.
“We are being followed. There are four more in the vicinity.”
“What? Goddammit!”
The white bird cursed under its breath, lowering its head imdiately.
In an instant, a series of gunshots echoed in the air in response.
Bullets shot from both sides of the woods hit the body of the vehicle, creating sparking golden flashes. So of the assassins of the Black Spade “A” Organization didn’t manage to dodge in ti and were directly hit by the bullets, splattering blood.
“Goddammit! Everyone get out and return fire!”
The white bird roared and imdiately rolled out of the side door.
He had just steadied himself when he tumbled again. Two bullets hit the spot where the White bird had just stood, and shards of stone splattered.
Bang!
The White bird flicked back to retaliate; he had already identified the direction of a gunner. The black gun muzzle was smoking, a high-speed bullet shot directly at the robust man next to the tree trunk. The positioning was extrely precise, directly in the center of the black-clothed robust man’s forehead.
The robust man didn’t even have ti to cry out before he dropped down without a doubt.
The other assassins from the Black Spade ‘A’ Organization also reacted.
Eight or nine people stepped down from their vehicles, among them, both Shulan and Bass directly rushed into the forests on both sides. Around a dozen gunshots erupted there, and approximately after a minute, the battle was over.
Shulan dragged a corpse out, while the magician, Bass, had captured an assassin alive. The rest were struck down by collective fire from mbers of the Black Spade ‘A’ Organization, moaning in agony.
“Wind Elephant, you have quite a formidable underling.”
The White bird retracted his sowhat hot gun barrel and gave a sidelong glance to the magician heading towards him. Upon a comparison, it was apparent the magician, who was adept at capturing enemies alive, was more skillful than Shulan.
“He indeed is capable.” Casio replied.
Soon, the magician arrived with a slender young man in tow. The White bird recognized the hourglass logo on the man’s hand, evidently an assassin from the Sand Dust Organization.
However, there was no nurical marking, clearly indicating that he was just a minor elent.
The White bird’s face turned somber, his suspicion confird. The Sand Dust Organization had pre-empted the Black Spade ‘A’s plan and had even dispatched personnel to monitor their movents closely.
The Black Spade ‘A’s operation was rather unfortunately perceived by the enemy.
Trouble!
The White Bird waved his hand, “Take him back for interrogation.”
Consequently, the mbers from the Black Spade ‘A’ Organization quickly cleaned up the shooting scene. The convoy arrived at the Black Light Vineyard Manor half an hour later.
This was a rather gloomy and old-fashioned manor.
At least several decades old, its outer walls were covered with mottled black, with thick creepers crawling all over the building’s surface.
However, other aspects were quite good.
Facilities like roads and streetlights were all quite complete.
The convoy parked in the open area, and once he stepped off the vehicle, the White bird received another piece of bad news. The mbers from the Intelligence Departnt who were responsible for investigating information in Mansa Village were missing. All five had lost contact and disappeared as if evaporated from the face of the Earth.
The mber from the Assassination Departnt who discovered the situation ntioned that they saw no traces of a battle and were unsure of what happened. These five people disappeared last night and lost contact suddenly this morning.
“Damn it, the intelligence may have really leaked.”
The expression on the White Bird’s face was now gloomier than usual. Currently, only the Assassination Departnt was stationed in Black sand city. Parts of the mbers from the other three departnts had only arrived. As for senior-ranking mbers, only one from the Antiques Departnt had co; the senior mbers from the other two departnts were still on their way.
The arrangents were not yet perfect and launching a pre-emptive strike was difficult.
He glanced at the gunner from the Sand Dust Organization who was unloaded from the vehicle. He directly took off both pairs of gloves and stuffed them into his pocket.
“Take this man to the interrogation room. I will interrogate him personally.”
Imdiately, a group of people headed towards the building within the manor.
Casio had a rather delicious breakfast in the dining room.
Along with him, there was the Antiques Departnt’s second-in-command, Violet, also the young girl who had taken over her father’s position.
The two didn’t say much.
Casio was rely not much of a talker around strangers.
Violet was quite interested in Casio and would occasionally throw glances his way, but due to her reserved nature as a young girl, she didn’t say anything.
Around nine o’clock.
Casio, who was in the training room hamring the sandbag, stopped.
The door creaked open.
The White bird, wearing a black-brimd hat, walked in looking rather peculiar.
“There’s good news: the Sand Dust has likely not detected our plan yet. These gunners were rely tracking the mbers of the Black Spade A Organisation, just like the tis when the Sand Dust frequently gave us trouble with our antique transport routes across various places. So we misjudged…”
He added another statent.
“We used drugs, he spoke truthfully.”
Casio, wiping off the sweat from his neck with a towel, asked,
“And what’s the other bad news?”
The White bird fell into silence, shook his head: “The people in the middle of gathering intelligence have indeed disappeared, but we don’t know the reason for their disappearance.”
“It’s possible they were discovered by the Sand Dust…”
He spoke in a somber tone, “RedFang is planning to go and check the situation to decide whether or not we should make a move against the Sand Dust Organization.”
“Mansa Village, you an?” asked Casio.
“Yes, Mansa Village.” the White bird nodded.
“Alright, I will go too.”
Casio threw the towel behind him, let it hang on the rod.
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