Chapter 458: Demons Appear!
Eight o’clock at night.
In the autumnal Capital City, a hint of chill lingered in the air. As night fell, the coolness beca increasingly apparent.
At this ti, a procession of vehicles in diverse colors and models were silently cruising through the Capital City streets, seamlessly moving in the sa direction.
After a lengthy journey, these vehicles finally converged at an intersection. They ford a formidable fleet heading towards the Northern Territory headquarters.
However, soon after the vehicles had gathered, there was a sudden crackling sound at a narrow junction. A long, spiked iron chain abruptly appeared in the middle of the road.
Boom, boom, boom…
The speeding vehicles suddenly punctured their tires and unwillingly halted.
Apart from those in the cars, there was no other presence at the scene.
The tires were punctured, the convoy was forced to stop, but the people in the cars did not disembark imdiately, creating a tense atmosphere.
“Do you reckon, when these Jones Family n see us, they’ll be so frightened they’ll soil themselves?” In an unseen corner, a sharp voice rang out in jest.
Right after that, an unfettered voice responded from another corner, “They would deserve the fright. Later on, I plan to tear them to pieces alive, letting them know the cost of going against our Deathz organization!”
“Hahaha… It’s been a long ti since we last took action together, my brothers and sisters. Let’s thoroughly enjoy the upcoming slaughter fest!”
As soon as the voice died out, a series of playful and crazed laughter echoed from both sides of the road.
In the silence, these abrupt voices sounded like whispers from the Grim Reaper, filling the air with a sense of dread.
Despite the stirring all around, people in the cars remained motionless, as if they had no plan to get out.
“Hahaha… Look! These weaklings are too scared to even get out of the car!” a voice laughed sinisterly like a ghost, presenting an eerie atmosphere.
“Enough talk, let’s resolve this quickly. Kill them all! If they don’t get out of the vehicle, then smash the car!” soone else chid in.
“That’s no fun. I still wanted to play so more.” A captivating voice cooed in a way that sent chills down one’s spine.
“Don’t forget our task tonight. We’re not far from the Northern Territory Command, and if we alert the White War Departnt’s four Gods of War, or even cause the Army Master White himself to step in, then none of us will leave here safely tonight.” The previous speaker uttered frostily, an irrefutable tone in his voice.
Upon hearing this, those hidden in the shadows finally stopped their mischief, growing serious.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
A number of figures of all shapes and sizes erged from every nook and cranny around the convoy, besieging it.
So looked like beggars, so like dancers, so like ordinary workers…
These diverse figures appeared to co from unrelated professions, but they all shared the sa identity– mbers of the Deathz organization!
At this mont, dozens of assembled Deathz mbers were present — all agile and strong, clearly not to be underestimated.
“Get out!” An imposing man heading the Deathz organization, standing at the start of the convoy, indifferently commanded.
This man’s code na was ‘Judge’. He was a highly respected mber of the Deathz organization. So even said that he held the second highest position, just after Yama, and was Yama’s most reliable hitman.
‘Judge’ had successfully completed thousands of tasks, all without a single failure. He was perfect.
His most illustrious task was assassinating a foreign oil tycoon.
The oil tycoon was guarded by hundreds of well-trained rcenaries, among whom were even God of War Level powerhouses.
But ‘Judge’, ard with only his own strength, assassinated the oil tycoon and ruthlessly slaughtered the tycoon’s bodyguards in the process.
Since then, the na ‘Judge’ gained international renown.
“Oh? Are you sure you want us to get out?” From the other side, just as ‘Judge’ finished speaking, a voice imbued with playful undertones leisurely sounded.
The Deathz mbers erupted into laughter when they heard this, their laughter filled with a mocking flavor.
In their eyes, the people in the cars were nothing more than the supposedly high-skilled n of the Jones Family.
They were all too familiar with the capabilities of the Jones Family. They wouldn’t have dispatched so many mbers this ti if it weren’t for their reputation.
Most likely, ‘Judge’ alone would be enough to defeat all of the so-called skilled n from Jones Family.
Thus, when soone inside the car started to talk big, the Deathz mbers present couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Quit the talk and co out. We’ll end it quickly for you, otherwise, I’ll have your flesh cut piece by piece!” a burly man said brutally.
“Okay! Since you’ve said so…”
As the words fell, the car doors of the convoy were flung open one by one, as a group of upright figures appeared before the mbers of the Deathz organization.
“Attack! Leave no survivors!”
‘Judge’, seeing this, commanded without hesitation. Taking the lead, he lunged towards an old man who seed to be in his eighties.
“Die!”
‘Judge’ gave a cold smile, his pair of iron claws akin to the Grim Reaper’s scythe, swiftly aiming at the old man’s throat.
However, just as ‘Judge’s’ iron claw was about to touch the old man’s neck, the latter suddenly extended his hand, striking ‘Judge’s’ iron claw with lightning speed.
Hiss!
This sudden situation caught ‘Judge’ off guard.
He had never expected the other party to react so quickly, and was taken aback by his astonishing speed and strength.
He wasn’t even able to dodge it in ti!
Moreover, he faintly felt that if he hadn’t withdrawn in ti, his iron claws might have been destroyed.
How was this possible?
When did the Jones Family have such powerful experts?
‘Judge’s’ heart thudded. He hastily turned his eyes toward the other mbers.
Within a few monts, the corpses of seven or eight Deathz mbers were already strewn across the ground.
What…
‘Judge’s’ expression darkened instantly. He hurriedly took a step back, staring fixedly at the old man, “You are not from Jones Family. The Jones Family could never house such powerful experts! Who exactly are you!?”
In answer to Judge’s question, the old man didn’t withhold anything. Instead, he ripped a flesh mask off his face, revealing a clean-cut, youthful face.
“Heaven… God of Heaven War?”
Damn!
‘Judge’ froze, a strong sense of crisis instantly engulfing his heart…
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