books44 Chapter 116 With Glory as Witness
Chapter 116 With Glory as Witness
Just as I reached the corner, a series of rustling footsteps came from below.
With his eyes narrowed, Hei Men turned around to leave via the opposite staircase, but unexpectedly caught sight of another slowly advancing figure.
Following behind three bodyguards, Gongyou, clutching his still-painful eyes, cursed, "Damn it! I should have killed that damned Wuhuan strategist on the spot! If it weren't for the damned peace talks that delayed things, my nephew wouldn't be dead!"
"Isn't your nephew a spare part?" Thinking this to himself, Isoui disgustedly dodged his flying spittle and discreetly adjusted the heavy bulletproof vest under his uniform.
"It seems that either Karasuma or Lord Ōoka is determined to monopolize the fruit of immortality. So, are you still resistant to my invitation to cooperate?"
"At least you're a normal person with a clear head."
Frankly, if I had the ability, I would also like to follow the example of that person who went into hiding and kill all those of my kind who coldly watched me get killed.
Unfortunately, the main force he brought was all lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain, and the mansion seemed to have been equipped with a signal jamming device, so even the military radio he carried could not be contacted. He had to send a few people down the mountain to deliver the message.
Once his men arrive with the orders, he will torture everyone present for at least several hundred years until they kneel and beg for mercy! Hahahaha!
In the dark, remote valley where the troops were clearing away external threats, Kuroda Ran surveyed the chaotic camp and suddenly felt an itch in his nose.
He rubbed his nose, stepped over the corpse with excessive bullet content, and took a wallet with fresh bullet holes from the tattered pocket of his suit. The damaged identification confirmed that the person was one of Horita Makoto's trusted subordinates, the chairman of the Kyōyū Foundation.
After collecting the bank cards, Kuroda stood upright at the edge of the woods, his face grave: "Still no news from the sentries we sent out?"
On a moonless night, a deep fog lingered and filled the mountain valleys, creating a dark and silent atmosphere, obscuring even the ancient castle that should have stood on the cliff edge.
"They've all disappeared, including my men." A flippant reply came from behind, as a man with a mustache, a cigarette dangling from his lips, led his men to meet him.
"Put out the smoke." Kuroda glanced at the approaching people and ordered casually, "If there are snipers nearby, the firelight will give away our location and could even start a wildfire."
Kenzo Masuyama, 31, is one of the people in charge of this operation.
Ten years ago, in order to collect wealth and treasures by any means necessary, Lord Karasuma specially selected some of his subordinates to form the "Crow Legion." Kenzo Masuyama was selected into the legion five years ago. During his time there, he made many contributions due to his efficient and ruthless style of action. He also showed good business acumen during his disguise and gradually gained the Lord's favor.
Following Kuroda's advice, if Masuyama performs well in this operation, he will take over and launder the automotive industry that has been divided up from the major conglomerates.
"Hmph, in this pitch-black environment, even eagles and falcons would be afraid of slipping and falling, and dare not land on the treetops."
Having been reprimanded countless times, Masuyama had long harbored resentment towards this steward who flaunted his seniority, but he deftly stubbed out his cigarette.
'This old geezer only dares to act so arrogantly because he's been around adults for so many years. Once I climb up there, I'll shatter your daydreams.'
In the camp, the military radio, which was not being answered, emitted bursts of noise, making Kuroda's mood even heavier.
Inside the curtain, Isoui stared at his smug, dreamy face as his companion smugly looked on, cursing under his breath as he tried to boost his companion's IQ.
"Don't you find it strange? Along the way, apart from the four servants following behind Karasuma Jin, we've hardly encountered any armed forces from the manor."
Apart from the several dead security guards, the forces of Karasuma and Ooka, as well as the high-ranking servants in the mansion, have all disappeared without a trace!
Isoui had assumed these two business partners would form an alliance, even viewing them as a primary threat, but he never expected them to be the ones to start the conflict. The reason this so-called young master has survived is simply because neither of them wanted to be the first target to draw fire.
"They might be fighting to the death somewhere, waiting for us to reap the benefits!"
Seeing Isoui's anxious expression, Kyoto pointed with satisfaction at the briefcases in the hands of the security guards at the rear of the group: "What are you afraid of? With so many grenades, which force can't be taken down! Anyway, we've all been drinking, I don't believe Karasuma would be willing to blow up his own ancestral home!"
Hiding behind the door, Heimen looked at the grenade in his arms and then looked away.
However, as they said, detonating so much gunpowder at once poses a risk of building collapse. If someone were trapped under heavy objects, they would be completely at the mercy of others.
"That's what you say, aren't you afraid of others taking action? Especially that woman Iwasaki... Who's coming out from there!"
Pointing his gun at the door, Isoui immediately retreated behind the others and called to his men on both sides to prepare to fire: "I heard you inhale. I'm counting down three seconds. If you don't come out, we're going to open fire! Three, two, one!"
"Gentlemen, it's me! Please don't shoot!"
A man with a somewhat familiar face pushed open the door to Isoi's room, a fawning smile plastered on his face: "I'm Lord Iwasaki's subordinate. More than half the people downstairs were killed or wounded; I barely managed to escape..."
"shooting!"
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The continuous gunshots shook the air, almost turning the stranger into a sieve. Blood spread across the ground like a carpet, then automatically collected back up.
Gongyou pulled out his pistol and kept firing, then, escorted by several guards, he stepped forward familiarly and extended his hand: "The last one was yours, this one is mine."
"Remember to tell me how he got into my room."
With several trusted men guarding him, Isoji bent down to inspect the keyhole.
There were no signs of external damage to the lock cylinder. The lock on the Karasuma residence was extremely precise, even his skilled thieves could not crack it. Sure enough, Karasuma Renya was secretly making his move.
"Huh?...Where did the chips I brought to the conference go?! Horita, just how much did that guy steal from me?!"
Hearing Isoi's loud shouting, Kōyū shakily propped himself up and impatiently entered the room:
"It wasn't this guy. He came upstairs and saw your door wide open. Why were you in such a panic? Did you bring something real?"
"Wait! Ishii, don't do it."
The moment Gongyou stepped through the door, he screamed in alarm, followed by a series of threatening cries for help.
"Quick! Get the explosives out! If you dare to act rashly, I'll take you down with me!"
Upon hearing the employer's terrified scream, three of his comrades' subordinates at the rear of the group quickly put down their suitcases and prepared to retrieve weapons from them.
Little did they know, behind them, a door slowly opened, letting out wisps of smoke.
Heimen raised his pistol and aimed at the three subordinates who had exposed their equipment.
Bang, bang!
The first shot grazed the neck of one of his men and struck the heart and lungs of the guard in front; the second shot hit the back of the remaining man's head, piercing through and causing blood to gush out.
Discarding the smoke bombs that had already been unlocked, Black Door leaped onto the two nearest weapon crates, hooked his foot on the third, and kicked them one by one into the room he had infiltrated.
A strong gust of wind blew past his ear through the open window directly behind him, causing the smoke to quickly spread into the depths of the corridor.
The view was completely white, and a tense atmosphere filled the air; everyone could sense the impending danger.
Whoosh, whoosh.
In the blurry, unseen scene, apart from the initial few gunshots, only the whooshing sound of a blade cutting through the air echoed intermittently, like a hallucination.
As the sound drew ever closer, Isoui's fingernails, which were gripping Kyoto's neck, dug directly into his flesh.
That was the sound of Karasuma Renya reaping lifespans.
After resetting himself with his short sword, Kuromon slowly walked out of the smoke and looked at Fifty Well on the floor.
She was clutching the dagger to her friend's chest, surrounded by several trusted men holding guns. Her thin body heaved with tension, and she was panting heavily, but her eyes gleamed with a maddening light.
When she first entered the room, she was terrified to see Karasuma hiding under the bed. If it weren't for the incredibly tempting offer he had, she wouldn't have changed her mind at the last minute.
But recalling how this person had used the wall decorations to move to other rooms, she realized that Karasuma probably wouldn't need her help to solve the problem perfectly, and she secretly felt fortunate.
"As the message said, your proposal won the bid. As for business cooperation, we can talk about it after I've dealt with Ooka."
Kuromon glanced indifferently at the room, sheathed his sword, crossed the defenses, and stood on the windowsill.
"As for this guy, you can eat whatever you want."
"Wait, you said you possess the ritual to resurrect my husband, is that true?"
“By the honor, heritage, and immortality of my family.”
With his back to the outside, Hei Men slightly raised his head, pressed the pistol to his chin, and pulled the trigger.
Anyway, Hei Men was just a wayward youth passing by, completely ignorant of the original owner's affairs!