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Chapter 262 - 262 173 Your Death Has Arrived (4000)_2

Chapter 262: 173 Your Death Has Arrived (4000)_2 Chapter 262: 173 Your Death Has Arrived (4000)_2 Throughout the world, the Silver Organization and the Skull Organization had been entangled for many years, with the latter maintaining the upper hand. However, in the past year, a powerful newcomer called Silver Spear Soro emerged from the Silver Organization, bearing a wealth of battle experience.

This unexpected adversary delivered a painful lesson to the Skull Organization three months ago when their Number Six team leader fell during a task, which ended in failure.

Therefore, the Skull Organization has become increasingly cautious in the Anta Mountains, as the Silver Organization might be lying in wait, biding their time.

“It’s ten o’clock at night. The magic water ritual must be performed in half an hour. You are in charge here,” Number Five glanced at the skull dial on his wrist, the hour hand resolutely pointing at twenty-two.

Elsewhere, just outside of the villa, shrouded in fog.

Soro, Ali, and Yana are making their way step by step towards Blue Star Villa. The surroundings obscure their vision, but the cement road ahead leading directly to the villa’s side gate is clear.

“Phew… We are finally almost there… ”

Red-haired youth, Ali, sighed, already having a distant view of the welded black iron gate of Blue Star Villa.

Next to him, Yana, dressed in a white dress, often turns her head nervously to look back into the fog, her demeanor similar to that of a startled deer.

After what happened just now, who could guarantee that a steam demon puppet wouldn’t suddenly pop out of the fog in front of them?

The green-eyed young man Soro at the rear is the most composed of the three. His expression is slightly tense as his eyes periodically sweep around their surroundings. Unlike Ali, who is completely off guard, and unlike Yana, who panics, this young man seems wise beyond his years.

A series of footsteps are gradually approaching the villa.

Suddenly, a low male voice came from the fog around them.

“Where did these brats come from?”

“Doesn’t matter, let’s just kill them.”

Another voice responds to the man.

“Hold on, none of these three look like ordinary humans.”

“Oh?”

Immediately, three shadowy figures stepped out from the bushes on both sides of the sidewalk. Dressed in top-quality black combat uniforms, the tight fittings on their wrists and ankles, and the ping-pong-sized white logo on their arms, quite striking against the all-black ensemble.

Each of them wore a grotesque skull dial on their wrists.

“!” “!” “!”

Ali and the others were taken aback, frozen in place as a cold sweat trickled down their backs. Even though they had no idea who these three men were, they could sense their malicious intent.

“They’re three new humans. What do we do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do we do?’ Of course, we wipe them out. Have you forgotten what the leader said. Kill everyone who comes near the villa!”

“Ah, such a pity for the pretty little girl…”

“Enough chatter, let’s do this.”

The members of the White Skull Organization ceased their conversation immediately.

At the same moment, they turned their heads, their eyes fixed on the three people who were terrified and stuck in place, and began to circle them.

One of them transformed into a half-beast man with formidable muscles.

Another removed his glasses, revealing a pure black right eye.

And the last twisted madly under his right arm, which turned into a flesh tumor. The tumor burst and grew another black arm.

“We’re done for, we’re done for… ”

Ali turned pale with fright, mumbling to himself.

The three of them had only recently awakened their New Human abilities. The three individuals in front of them were clearly masters among their kind, brutality etched on their faces. Their violent, bloody aura was genuinely alarming.

“Don’t panic, we still have a chance.”

Soro responded calmly, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil. At this moment, his pair of green eyes squinted sharply, as alert as an eagle’s.

An odd ripple spread through the air. In a hazy blur, the ripple had already enveloped the three approaching men.

“An illusion? A rare psychic ability. Too weak, though…”

The man with the pure black eye spoke dismissively.

The next second, there was a tinkling sound in the air, like something shattering. The green-eyed boy, Soro, groaned; he closed his eyes as a trail of blood trickled from the corner.

“Ah!” Yana next to them screamed.

It turned out that the trio from the White Skull Organization had rushed over in a frenzy, with the bald man with three arms leading the charge. The ugly black arm on his right shoulder stretched out, with sharp claws covered in dense scales.

“Die!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Almost instantly, three gunshots echoed.

Three blooms of blood exploded in mid-air as a blood mist rapidly expanded. The trio from the White Skull Organization was sent flying.

“Ah!!!”

On the ground, the Beast Man, who had only the upper half of his body left, was howling in agony. His intestines grotesquely spilled out, with blood dyeing both his fur and the surrounding ground redder by the second.

The bald man with the three arms grunted in pain. His dark demonic arm, which carried deadly poison, had been blown off! The durable scales hadn’t provided any protection at all!

As for the last one, he couldn’t make a sound at all. He fell face-first to the ground, his body convulsing and chest continuously bleeding.

“Who is it!” The least injured bald man yelled.

Click, click, click… There were footsteps approaching in the fog.

A silhouette came into everyone’s view.

He wore a wide-brimmed high-crowned hat, a tightly fit cowboy outfit with numerous pockets, and a brown leather jacket. A holster was attached to his waist, and he wore knee-high leather boots. Around his neck was a colorfully vibrant large kerchief, making him truly look like a western cowboy.

In his hand, he held a smoking silver revolver.

“Silver Gun Soro?!”

The bald man’s pupils contracted. He had seen a picture of Soro. Three months ago, Number Six from the Organization fell. It was suspected that the Silver Gun Soro was involved. Most of the captains in the Organization were ‘A’ level, so by analogy…

Silver Gun Soro was a strong ‘A’ level New Human at least.

“Rho, Ali, how did you guys get to the Anta Mountains? Didn’t I tell you not to go near the Anta Mountains?”

As Soro was somewhat blameful, he shifted his gun muzzle and fired three shots, instantly killing the three men on the ground.

The firepower of his handgun was unbelievably powerful, nothing comparable to a regular revolver. The bullets that were shot out of the gun barrel exploded upon hitting the target, causing incredible damage.

It should not be called a revolver, but rather a hand cannon.

“Uncle Soro…” Yana was teary-eyed from fright.

“Sigh…” Soro sighed: “It’s okay, it’s very dangerous here. I’ll take you guys to a safe place first.”

“Okay.” Ali and the others all nodded.

“Hehe… Killed my men and still want to leave?”

Suddenly, a black silhouette quickly swept over. He stopped right in the path of Soro and his group, blocking their escape route.

The man revealed himself to be a thin man with a goatee, carrying a long, thin weapon on his back.

Soro stopped moving, squinting his eyes.

“Number Four of the White Skull Organization, Battle Axe Keigang?”

“Hehe, your Silver Organization has indeed arrived, truly a bunch of persistent pests. Where are the others? I can’t believe it’s just you, Silver Gun Soro…” Number Four’s eyes were filled with killing intent.

“If it’s just to deal with you, then I alone am enough.” Soro lightly stroked his gun, and the silver gunbody instantly turned golden. Behind the gun barrel was a wing-shaped stamp.

“Big talk!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Number Four’s voice transformed into a thunderous growl and a violent surge of energy expanded in all directions from him. Number Four’s body swelling dramatically, his muscles bulging inch by inch, tearing his clothes apart to reveal his purple-blue body.

At this moment, he was like a fortress, towering two and a half meters tall. His formidable beast blood continuously provided him with power, the veins under his skin pulsating strongly.

Looking up, a ferocious dog head roared.

Clang!

A giant long-handled metal battle axe was held in his hand.

“Soro, your death has come!”