Chapter 1183
The Kiras Brothers: Oh dear, how dare you mess with us?
Sextant was so engrossed in his obsession that he was completely focused on how to get rid of Choi Myung and how to take back Ikari Yui that he was oblivious to the fact that the surveillance equipment in his room had already been secretly installed by Choi Myung's men. Every word and action of his was being watched by Choi Myung and his men.
However, he was unaware that everything he was doing was being watched by Cui Ming and his group.
Inside the underground base, the supercomputer screen was playing a live video feed of Rokubungi Gendo's room—his caressing of the photograph, his obsessive murmurs, and the undisguised fervor in his eyes were all clearly displayed before Choi Myung, Ikari Yui, Akagi Naoko, and the others.
Ritsuko Akagi frowned as she looked at Rokubun Gigendo on the screen, her tone full of disdain: "He's hopeless. Even at this point, he's still obsessed with Yui-nee and even wants to get rid of Choi. It's just wishful thinking!"
Miri nodded, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes: "And he's also cooperating with those old men. Those old men don't look like they're easy to mess with. They're actually planning to take action against Choi. We need to prepare in advance."
Yui leaned against Choi Myung, looking at the obsessive and morbid man on the screen. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion, only filled with disgust: "He never understood that I never wanted to go back to him. Everything he did was just his wishful thinking."
Choi Myung gently grasped Ikari Yui's hand, feeling the warmth between his fingertips. He looked at Rokubun Gigendo on the screen, a cold glint in his eyes, and spoke calmly but with absolute certainty: "Don't worry, he can't cause any trouble. Whether it's him or those old men who want to mess with me, as long as they dare to come, I'll make them pay the price."
He had long anticipated that Sextant Gendo wouldn't give up easily, and had already installed surveillance cameras at his base to monitor his movements in real time and guard against his schemes. Now that he understood Sextant's obsession and figured out the old men's plans, Cui Ming already had a countermeasure in mind.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, Rokufen Yiyuantang remained immersed in his own obsession, completely unaware that all his scheming and obsessions were merely a farce in the eyes of Cui Ming and the others, a farce that was about to be completely ended.
After the elders gave their orders, they acted with great efficiency. Before long, a group of assassins dressed in black, their faces covered by masks, and exuding a chilling murderous aura, silently infiltrated the vicinity of Cui Ming's underground base.
They were all agile and nimble, with silenced pistols at their waists and sharp military daggers in their hands. Their movements were as light as ghosts, each step precisely avoiding the blind spots of the base's surveillance. They were clearly top-notch assassins who had been tempered by countless trials. Their eyes were devoid of any warmth, only the determination to complete the mission. In their eyes, eliminating an "ordinary person" like Cui Ming was just a piece of cake. After the job was done, they would receive a generous reward and make a clean getaway.
However, they underestimated Cui Ming's strength, and they did not expect that Cui Ming had already laid a trap, waiting for them to walk into it.
Just as the assassins ducked to avoid the last line of defense, their fingertips about to touch the base entrance, two tall figures suddenly emerged from the shadows and stood in front of them, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression, as if the air itself had been frozen by this powerful aura.
It was the Kiras brothers. Unlike the enormous creatures everyone imagined, they were now shrunk to human size, with bulging muscles, skin with a dark metallic sheen, and bloodshot eyes staring intently at the assassin before them. A cold smile played on their lips, a mocking expression befitting apex predators.
A flicker of surprise crossed the assassins' eyes, but they quickly regained their senses and instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons—they could clearly sense that these two seemingly ordinary, burly men were no good, and their aura was far more terrifying than any opponent they had ever encountered before.
"Attack!" the lead assassin shouted, launching the first attack. He aimed his silenced pistol at the Kiras brothers' chests and pulled the trigger. The bullets whistled through the air as they flew out. The other assassins followed suit, drawing their daggers and firing their pistols in rapid succession. A dense barrage of attacks swept towards the Kiras brothers, their moves ruthless and deadly, showing no mercy whatsoever.
But this seemingly deadly attack proved to be utterly vulnerable in the face of the Kiras brothers.
On the left, the Kiras brothers shifted slightly to the side, a bullet grazing their shoulder before striking the wall behind them and sending up a spray of rubble. On the right, the Kiras brothers were even more formidable. With a wave of their hands, their massive palms, imbued with the force of thunder, deflected an oncoming bullet, which instantly deformed and embedded itself in the wall some distance away.
Before the assassins could react, the Kiras brothers had already flashed into the group of assassins as if they had teleported, a hint of violence flashing in their crimson eyes.
"Crack—Pfft!" A crisp sound of bones breaking, mixed with the sound of blood gushing out, rang out. The Kiras brothers on the left grabbed the head of the assassin in front, and with a slight squeeze of their fingertips, a chilling cracking sound was heard. The assassin's head was crushed, and blood and brain matter splattered all over the Kiras brothers. The assassin didn't even have time to scream before his body went limp and he fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
On the other side, the Kiras brothers raised their hands and slapped one of the assassins in the chest. With a loud "thud," the assassin's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall. A large part of his chest caved in, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes quickly lost their light. In his dying moments, extreme fear and disbelief remained in his eyes—he had never imagined that his proud skills would be so vulnerable in front of his opponents.
The battle erupted in an instant and ended just as quickly.
The assassins' resistance was like throwing eggs against rocks. Their daggers only left shallow white marks on the Kiras brothers, and their pistol bullets couldn't even scratch them. Every time the Kiras brothers attacked, a life was lost—whether it was a broken neck, a shattered chest, or a torn limb. The sounds of bones cracking, blood gushing, and the assassins' shrill screams mingled together, echoing throughout the perimeter of the base, sending chills down one's spine.
Some assassins were so frightened that they trembled and dropped their weapons to run away, only to be caught up by the Kiras brothers in an instant. They grabbed the back of the neck and tore them in half. Other assassins knelt on the ground and begged for mercy frantically, their eyes filled with despair, tears and sweat mingling together. But the Kiras brothers showed no mercy and slapped them to death.
In just a few minutes, over a dozen top assassins were all dead, not a single one left alive. The ground was littered with mutilated corpses, blood staining the entire area red, and the air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood. This starkly demonstrated the Kiras brothers' ruthlessness and brutality, and also bore the mark of the assassins' despair and fear before their deaths. (End of Chapter)