??Chapter 596: 321 rciless Kill (4200) _1
Chapter 596: 321 rciless Kill (4200) _1
The rich sll of blood mixed in the wind, a handful of people felt as though they were in the midst of a slaughterhouse, witnessing the beheading of more than twenty pigs.
The pungent sll of blood violently spurted out, spraying the bodies of Black Spade “A” and Black Spade “K”, drawing trails of bloody streaks across their stunned faces. Yet, they stood motionless, as the horrific scene before their eyes was far more shocking than the nauseating sll.
Amidst the rain of blood, Casio stood tall. A current seed to form a film around his body, preventing the blood drops from touching him, his clothes remained as clean as before.
“Heh heh heh…” An occasional dying laugh echoed from the corner.
Under Casio’s scrutinizing gaze, Black Spade “K” suddenly shivered, pulling himself together from the shock.
anwhile, Black Spade “A” from the Sales Departnt was muttering to himself.
“Did they really die? Were all those twenty Biochemical Humans slaughtered in one go? They are not going to resurrect, are they…?”
“Aren’t these monsters immortal?”
“Immortal?” A deep, hoarse voice ca from Casio, followed by a light laugh. “There is nothing in this world that is immortal, be it monsters or anything else. Even if God exists, it is likely to be killed! The immortality you believe in is simply an illusion, you have yet to find the right thod. These things are called Dead Blood, from an organization called Blood Spirit Association, they are not Biochemical Humans. These low-level Dead Blood have two weaknesses: the heart and the skull. Higher level ones only have one, the skull. Of course, their bodies will mutate to protect these vital parts, such as hardening the skull or turning the bones in front of the heart into a plate…”
“Oh… I see.”
Black Spade “A” muttered to himself, his gaze suddenly rested on Casio’s hands which were wearing a pair of velvet gloves, the symbol of the Black Spade “A” organization’s senior level, with a print of “J” on the back of the glove.
“Are you Lord Fengxiang!?” Black Spade “A” cried in surprise.
“Heh heh… that title needs to be changed…”
Casio squinted and laughed, shaking his head slightly. Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps ca from behind him. It was the arrival of many mbers from the Antique Assassination Departnt. Leading them were Gentleman Black Spade “J”, and Professor Black Spade “Q”, along with four other senior level mbers of the organization.
They all wore velvet gloves, and stood solemnly behind Casio, making their hierarchical position very clear.
“Lord Fengxiang!”
All the Assassins from Black Spade “A” organization shouted in unison, including the senior level mbers from both the Antiques Departnt and the Assassination Departnt.
Black Spade “A” and Black Spade “K” paled and involuntarily stepped back. Their throats tightened as if they had choked on their saliva and couldn’t speak. The back of their necks turned cold and they felt goosebumps all over their skin. It seed that there had been so unexpected changes within the organization. Had the control of the Antiques Assassination Departnt changed hands?
“Did you hear that? So…”
The next mont.
“Lord Fengxiang!!!” x2
The voices of Black Spade “A” and Black Spade “K” were robust. They seed not too young but had full energy when shouting these words. They looked remarkably spirited with their eyes shining with loyalty, as if they had efficiently served under Casio for many years.
The dimwitted Diamond “A” who had unknowingly followed the two took his ti to respond. His tone was dull and his expression confused.
Behind Casio, Gentleman and the Professor raised their eyebrows. They admired the cunning ones who were at the top of their respective departnts for their sharp judgnt and ability to adapt quickly according to the situation.
On the other hand, Diamond “A” appeared hesitant and green. He was the type that often found himself cornered.
A few minutes later, Casio quickly understood the situation.
It turned out that the vice leader of the Black Spade “A” organization had sent three subordinate nobodies urging them to expedite the plan. But their strength was insufficient and they were nearly beaten to death by a large group of Dead Blood.
This incident had also resulted in heavy casualties in transportation and Sales Departnt.
It was an absolute display of arrogant stupidity.
Casio turned his head slightly to look at the curly-haired man in the corner who had passed out. His breath was faint, like a dying dog.
If left unattended, he would bleed to death in a few minutes.
“Saving such a fool would be a waste of my Vibration Energy…”
He turned his head back, showing no hint of regret.
“Alas, I didn’t expect that the three experts sent by the vice leader could not fight against the Bio…no, the Dead Blood. They were so strong this morning, they are supposedly the top Psychics from the ntalist Association and can even ward off bullets. I didn’t think…”
Black Spade “K” continued reflecting on the previous topic.
“Wait, did you say the ntalist Association? Are they the ones who hold an invisible psychic power, which they can freely deploy?”
Casio suddenly asked, casting a glance at the Magician.
If he rembered correctly, Bass ca from the New Humans’ ntalist Association. There shouldn’t be a second one of its kind in the world.
“Yes, my lord,” Black Spade “K” nodded in confirmation.
Half a minute later.
The curly-haired man’s vision was pitch black. He felt his body heat being drained gradually, as if he was sinking into a dark icy lake.
Suddenly, he felt soone pulling at him.
He abruptly woke up and opened his eyes.
Golden halo-like streaks of morning sunlight cast down, brushing past the sides of the man’s face, outlining his godlike, handso contours.
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