Chapter 415: Deathz Yama!
Within the Dragon Realm War Departnt’s headquarters, silence reigned. Every soldier, head hung low, stewed in sha.
Braxton glared at them all, his disappointnt piercing, then barked out an order: “Attention everyone! Cooperate with the White War Departnt in hunting down Deathz’s mbers!”
Since Deathz dare to show themselves, this ti, we will ensure they can’t escape!”
Is that clear!?”
“Understood!”
The soldiers rallied, a fresh spark lighting up in their guilt-ridden eyes;
With that, the entire Dragon Realm War Departnt headquarters sprang back into the hustle and bustle of frenzied activity. No one dared slack off. They all threw themselves fully into tracking down Deathz’s mbers.
From surveillance footage to online data, they began scrutinizing each, not a shred of evidence could slip past their vigilant eyes.
…
With the War Departnt’s soldiers piecing things together, in a multinational company’s office tower located in Capital City’s CBD, a well-grood man in a sharp suit sat in an office.
In front of him were three monitors, each split into ninety-eight smaller video windows.
“Yama, it seems the War Departnt is pulling all the stops this ti. You’re safe, aren’t you? I heard that the White War Departnt’s star player is also in Capital City,” cried a voice from one of the video feeds.
The suited man got up without a word, gazing out at the night shrouded Capital City. Speaking softly, he asked: “When has Deathz ever feared the War Departnt? Who here is scared?”
Clearly, this sharply dressed man was none other than Deathz’s infamous Yama!
However, his identity remained well-hidden, this multinational company’s CEO being only one of his many facades.
Whenever he needed, he could switch his identity in a short amount of ti and disappear.
That’s a key reason why War Departnt’s multiple attempts to capture this head honcho of the Deathz organization had failed.
His real face and identity were known to fewer than five mbers of Deathz.
The other Deathz mbers had never even seen his face; even his voice was disguised.
Usually, they only communicated through encrypted video or phone calls. The cara on Yama’s end was always switched off.
But the mbers of Deathz had gotten used to all of this.
They knew the importance of Yama to the Deathz organization. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that even if Deathz was left with just Yama, they could still attract new mbers in a very short ti.
No one but Yama could have such influence or ability!
The na Yama is like a golden call-sign in the world of professional assassins.
Rivaling the Western Council, they are considered the twin powers of the assassin world. Unlike the Council, Deathz refers more to the individual, Yama!
The power of Yama alone is equivalent to an entire assassin group is a widely accepted fact, this reflects his importance to Deathz. He is considered the soul of the group.
“It’s not about fear, it’s just annoying to feel like there are countless pests following us around,” a voice said.
“Hahaha… isn’t that true! I wish I could be like Greedy Wolf and kill a few of those White War Departnt guys, it’ll be great to let off so steam.”
“Heh heh, it’s because you guys don’t work hard enough. Seriously, though, the White War Departnt guys aren’t much. Even their Army Master is probably an overhyped nobody.”
Laughter broke out amongst the group at Greedy Wolf’s scoffing remarks. A sense of disdain perated their chortles, as if they had never taken the White War Departnt seriously.
The reason they dared to act so brazenly was their confidence in remaining undetected by their adversaries, the War Departnt.
They knew if it ca to direct confrontation, despite their prowess, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the War Departnt’s forces.
For an assassin, staying undetected and unseen, is the ultimate survival skill.
That’s why they were masters of disguise, blending in, hiding, and, of course, assassination!
The last thing they would do is confront the War Departnt head-on.
“Enough, keeping a low profile is more necessary than ever at the mont. Be careful not to get spotted by the White War Departnt’s people, I won’t be there to save you,” Yama reminded, then turned back to the monitors.”Everyone else, you’re dismissed. Pluto, stay on the line.”
As soon as his words fell, the video calls ended one by one, leaving only the tall, thin image of a middle-aged man on the screen.
This man was Pluto, who was disguised as a mber of a minor clan in the Capital City, but had secretly been targeting White Mitchell in a near-deadly attack five years ago.
“Rember that operation on the border five years ago?” Yama asked.
Pluto’s face instantly paled at the question, beads of sweat trickled down his cheek. His response was panicky, “Yes…Yes, I screwed up that ti.”
He had initially thought his operation was a success but was shocked when White Mitchell ended up surviving.
As a result, he faced severe punishnt from the Deathz organization when he returned, almost costing him his life.
That’s what it ant to be a mber of Deathz though. Complete the mission and you walk away unscathed. Fail, and you pay a heavy price.
Even though five years had passed, the mory of his punishnt still made Pluto shudder. Sotis, it would even wake him up out of his sleep.
“I am giving you another chance; the sa client has returned. The target is the sa guy. This ti, I hope not to hear of another failure. I never give anyone a second chance, understand?” says Yama, his voice ice cold.
Pluto nodded vigorously, giving a solemn reply, “Understood! This ti, I won’t screw up!”
“The target’s current information has been sent to your phone. Have a look. I hope to hear good news from you within the next three days,” Yama responded and terminated the video call, returning to gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling window.
As he looked down at the constant stream of white-clad figures on the street below, a hungry smirk spread across Yama’s face. He muttered to himself, “White, the Army Master, I wonder when I can go up against you. I hope you won’t disappoint …”
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