Extraordinary Voyage
Chapter 107: Infiltration Technique Is the Best in the World

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Infiltration Technique Is the Best in the World

"Bang!" A dark shadow hit the ground.

Rolling twice on the ground, it revealed a face that Sean was once very familiar with, but now had eyes wide open and a face pale blue. It was none other than the tavern owner he had just "praised"—the "Old Hyena."

And he instantly saw that before he even made a move, this cunning "Old Hyena" had already had his neck twisted, and his death was not peaceful.

Tap.. Tap.. Tap...

A figure stepped into the room with a leisurely demeanor that made it seem as if he was strolling through his own backyard rather than inside a gang hideout with a corpse lying around.

It was as if he had them completely under his thumb!

"It’s you?!"

Coat-wearing Sean recognized the newcomer at a glance, the very culprit who had caused his mission’s failure and his desperate escape!

But at this moment, he showed none of the ferocious malice from earlier when he swore revenge on Aiven and his family and friends, instead shrieking:

"You actually dared to kill in the commercial district?! There are dozens of drunkards outside seeking pleasure every day. If you have what it takes, kill them all, otherwise, the City Guard will surely find you."

Seemingly oblivious to his defeated barks, Aiven muttered to himself: "It shouldn’t be, the ’Sleep Potion’ should work on the Extraordinary, right? Why does this guy seem unaffected?"

Suddenly as if he thought of something, he tilted his head and amusingly said: "Clearing out filth doesn’t differentiate between the slums and the commercial district. Also, isn’t it funny for a vicious criminal to use the City Guard to scare a Navy officer?

And with your wisdom, you couldn’t possibly understand my world’s greatest infiltration technique!"

He silently added to himself, ’Knocking everyone unconscious, so no one discovers I was here, that’s the world’s greatest infiltration skill! This logic is flawless, simply perfect!’

Coat-wearing Sean’s face turned grim.

One must know this is a bustling area in the commercial district, and the City Guard patrols regularly. Stirring up any commotion could alarm them. He couldn’t understand why this guy was so fearless!

"Heh, you’ve picked yourself a nice burial ground!"

Indoor combat wasn’t suitable for the Flying Saber, a mid-range weapon, whereas it was the domain of Aiven, an agile swordsman. So even though this guy unexpectedly wasn’t unconscious, Aiven genuinely praised him.

Clang—

Aiven drew his sword and thrust forward, the blade slashing through the air, making a sharp whistle that echoed within the underground space, the keen edge turned into a white arc shooting towards the cornered Sean.

The sudden mortal threat caused the "Crimson Shooter" to no longer worry about potential loss of control!

The "Crimson Spiritual Light" within him activated fully, a layer of blood-colored light constantly flickering from his eyes and hands, his ten fingers flicked invisibly, but this time what he shot out were not flying sabers, but thin, blood-red flying needles.

Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh...

The flying needles, imbued with corrosive and malevolent energy, easily pierced through the solid walls of the underground space.

"Die for me, bastard!!!"

However, seeing his increasingly pale face and slightly trembling body, the burden of such attacks was evidently significant, and likely came with an additional cost.

Facing the flurry of "Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles"...

"Sorry to interrupt, farewell!"

Having cornered him in the basement, Aiven had no intention of risking his life, deftly sheathed his sword, and retreated gracefully, in a leap darting through the wide-open gate.

Sean followed closely, seeking to seize the opportunity to escape the confined basement.

Whoosh—

A twinkling longsword spun past his ear, narrowly missing cutting off one of his ears.

His steps halted, and as cold sweat dripped from his forehead, Sean felt great joy in his heart.

A knight skilled in swordplay who lost his sword would see his prowess instantly drop, giving Sean his chance!

Power that had weakened to the extreme after his surge was squeezed out once more, giving him the courage to escape from the hands of a formidable enemy.

"Hey!"

He hadn’t noticed that his sprint had been interrupted by the swinging longsword when he dashed out of the basement doorway.

In the hallway outside, instead of the unarmed and no longer threatening opponent he expected, there were four dark gun barrels pointing at his head.

"This is.....?"

"No——!"

Even completing the Extraordinary Transformation and possessing Extraordinary Energy "Crimson Spiritual Light" didn’t mean he could withstand a close-range volley of firearms.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

As a "Sniper Musketeer," Aiven at this range didn’t need Data Visualization to assist him, and the chance of missing was nonexistent.

Bang—

The convulsing figure fell heavily to the ground.

Until he faced death, coat-wearing Sean never thought there would come a day when he would die beneath the muzzle of his own double-barreled firearm.

Indeed, when Aiven returned to the warehouse, he had picked up the coat-wearing man’s three fine firearms that he’d discarded.

At the time he simply thought they were better than his standard-issue firearms, not realizing he’d immediately need them for the coat-wearing man, the original owner.

In a sense, what goes around comes around, dying where he belonged.

Gently blowing away the lingering smoke, Aiven tucked the double guns into his belt, retrieved the longsword he’d tossed to confuse the coat-wearing man, and was about to turn and leave.

"Eh? Is this an Awakening Potion targeting abnormal statuses?"

With just a quick glance, Aiven noticed a potion bottle on the ground, and thanks to his growing mystical knowledge, he easily identified the remaining potion type.

"No wonder the ’Sleep Potion’ didn’t have much effect on this guy.

It must have been because of previous tendencies to lose control, he took the ’Awakening Potion,’ which, while not exactly counteracting the ’Sleep Potion,’ had largely nullified its effects.

I see, I was almost led to believe that the magic potion I painstakingly concocted was ineffective on the Extraordinary."

With his doubts resolved, he returned to the surface, where everyone in the tavern was lying on the ground.

Before entering the basement, thinking everyone had fallen for it, he had already tidied up those who had passed out inside the tavern.

The main perpetrator, "Old Hyena," was directly strangled after interrogation, while the small-time thugs with fewer reprehensible acts had an arm broken with care, minimizing impact on their future lives, while also making it difficult for them to continue doing evil.

Most importantly...

After dealing with the "Blood Hand Gang" members entrenched here, he also cleaned out their prized possessions. Even if left alone, these treasures and wealth would be confiscated by the City Guard who arrived later, ultimately ending up in their own pockets.

So without any psychological burden, he took them freely.

Among the ample loot, aside from a fair number of Golden Lions and large denomination bills, what intrigued Aiven the most were several potions stored in exquisite crystal bottles.

With his current knowledge, he couldn’t identify their types, but his intuition told him these potions were the biggest gain of the trip.

As for the unlucky regular patrons who happened to choose to drink here, Aiven ignored them, letting them snore on the floor, their possessions untouched.

Aiven wasn’t a judge or other enforcer, but he had his own set of rules, diligently adhering to them while appropriately punishing evil, never compromising his principles.

If he ever broke them just once, those principles could only lower, eventually becoming negative just like those odious scum!

Thus, this hideout was directly dismantled, and the "Blood Hand Gang" rebuilding would indeed pose quite a challenge.

Moreover, Aiven had extracted information from the tavern owner, also a "Blood Hand Gang" officer, "Old Hyena," about several other operations they had in "New Inn Port."

Encountering such a righteous avenger, and one so wealthy... cough cough... scratched that!

Whether they could muster the energy to restore what they had here in the future was highly uncertain.

Flap, flap——

Amid the flapping of birds’ wings, Aiven, carrying the suitcase he had retrieved, turned and left the district.