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Chapter 597 - 597 321 Ruthless Second Kill (4200)_2

Chapter 597: 321 Ruthless Second Kill (4200)_2 Chapter 597: 321 Ruthless Second Kill (4200)_2 That swirl of golden hair danced in the air, dazzling as the Lion King in all his glory. Powerful and majestic, exuding an indefinable sense of justice.

“You’re finally awake, tell me your name…”

A deep voice echoed in his ears, like the whisper of a seraph. The face of the man before the curly-haired man blurred, veiled with a mystical gossamer, both remote and grand.

It made one unable to resist following, wanting to voice one’s innermost feelings.

“Ray, my name is Ray, sir.” The curly-haired man said hastily, as if he had seized a glimmer of hope to escape from hell.

He blinked in surprise, seeing a hand slowly descending amidst the radiant halo, appearing to reach towards his forehead.

One minute later.

Casio tossed the unconscious curly-haired man, Ray, to his subordinates, his palm shook slightly, shaking off a speck of fresh blood from his fingertips.

He had just used the Qi intimidation, and overlapped it with the Demon Idol’s life field in an instant. Reaching a similar effect to hypnosis, he had firmly imprinted an image of a person in Ray’s mind.

If all goes well, even when Ray wakes up and recovers for the second time, he would instinctively feel awe and worship towards Casio. He would superimpose the majestic figure in his mind onto Casio, as if fixing the power of a particular scene and overlaying it onto every encounter between the two.

This was his experiment on the essence of life. Casio, of course, had also implanted a seed of Secret Martial Art in Ray.

This man still held some usefulness.

First, regarding the Black Spade “A” organization, who knew the old king still had connections to obtain New Humans of caliber, it was slightly unexpected. The recaptured Ray can make things easier, saving Casio the effort of duping people into joining.

In addition, Ray was one of the five “A” level psychics in the Mentalist Association, that is, an “A” level New Human. The Mentalist Association was a renowned force among the New Humans. Although the magician Bass was also in the Mentalist Association, his status was too low. Ray, on the other hand, was the perfect candidate to take control of the entire association swiftly, and even exert a substantial influence on the New Humans.

In Casio’s plan, Pure Black Magic Water was also a crucial factor in the establishment of the organization. Perhaps the highest grade of Pure Black Magic Water could even aid in accelerating his cultivation. He would decisively intervene in any area that he needed to get his hands-on.

It was as if he was making an early move to lay down his pieces on the chessboard.

“Lord Fengxiang, the Sand Dust Organization is still in a firefight with our people. According to the previous situation, the top five assassins of the Sand Dust Organization are all…” Black Spades’ “K” was abruptly cut off mid-sentence.

“Enough with the nonsense, let’s tear through their lines.”

Casio started walking towards the other end of the street.

Instantly, the members of the Antique Assassination Department followed him without hesitation, the air carried a murderous aura.

On the other hand, the sales department gunmen were ruthlessly being pushed back by the Sand Dust Organization, with casualties exceeding forty percent.

Corpses were everywhere, blood flowed, and gun smoke filled the air.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out, it was the sound of a sniper rifle.

A Black Spade “A” organization assassin who was shooting had his chest torn open by the bullet, he fell face first onto the ground.

“Lino!” His friend on the side yelled out.

Another bang of a gunshot, and his companion also fell to the ground.

His head was blown open.

“Damn it, the influence of the Gun King is too strong!” From a nearby building, two or three gunmen hiding from sight muttered curses under their breath.

A hundred meters away, on the rooftop of a building, a tall, thin man sat immobile with his gun set up, his expression indifferent as he sought his next target. He slowly stretched out his hand, using a small stone nearby to etch onto the ground. Fifteen white traces, and a small one added to the right side.

It represented that the Gun King had claimed sixteen prey.

Now, he was seeking his seventeenth.

The sniper rifle swiveled ever so slightly. The view in the scope moved from around the corner of the street, sweeping past a burning car, before finally focusing.

From the other end of the street, a man in a black trench coat walked nonchalantly towards him, his dazzling blond hair was very conspicuous.

“With that speed, that hair color, if you aren’t going to die, who else would? Heh…”

The Gun King sneered in his heart, ready to pull the trigger. However, he saw the blond youth in the crosshairs seemingly sensing that someone was aiming at him, suddenly turning his head to look in his direction.

A pair of eagle eyes stared back against the distance of a hundred meters.

“Fuck, you scared me! Die!”

The Gun King immediately pulled the trigger, a bullet shot out.

The bullet streaked through a hundred meters in the air, heading straight for the smooth forehead of the youth.

If it hit, he would be able to witness the spectacle of a head explosion. This was the Gun King’s vile taste, he enjoyed blowing people’s heads off the most.

Whoosh! Ding!

The scene froze, a hand suddenly blocked the forehead of the blond youth. It slowly lowered, revealing a smiling face.

In the sniper scope, the youth spread his palm and intentionally put it in front of his chest. It seemed like he was trying to show something to the “Gun King”. Upon the relaxed palm, there was actually a brass-colored sniper bullet!

He pinched the bullet with two fingers, almost vertically inspecting it in front of his face, as if making a crude aiming action.

“Did he catch the bullet? What is he going to do?”

Two doubts rose in the Gun King’s mind.

In his line of sight, the youth suddenly lowered his palm, aimed in front of him and flicked his finger. Whoosh! A sharp screech sounded in the air.

A bullet followed the original direction, the original trajectory, and with a stronger force, burrowed into the sniper scope, exploded an eyeball, busted out a big hole from the back of the Gun King’s head, and rushed out at an extreme speed.

Thud, a bloodied head hung low on the ground.

It was the Gun King’s favorite way of dying: death by headshot.

A hundred and fifty meters away, in the middle of the street.

A man, smoking a cigarette, carrying a long knife, was leaping through the building like a cheetah. He wore a waistcoat, exposing his muscular arms, which bore the tattoo of a poppy flower.

The man with the knife had sharp eyes, locked onto his target. Leaping into the air amidst the terror in his opponent’s eyes, he grabbed the hilt of his blade, ready to execute his favorite and most violent cutting action.

With one swift move, the body was cut in two, an act he found quite enjoyable.

“Die!!!”

The man plummeted down rapidly, his beast-like, blood-red eyes suddenly reflecting a giant black shadow.

A black car on the right side of the building seemed to have suddenly flown in like a shell. It crashed through the glass and was plummeting towards the knife-wielding man at an incredible speed. The car’s front glass was also reflecting the ever-nearer face of the man and his stunned look.

Boom!!! Crash!

The car crashed into the man and hit him against the wall. The impact was so strong it seemed to cause the entire building to wobble. The car was compressed to one-third of its original size; the body of the vehicle contorted into waves.

There was no chance of survival after being hit with such force and speed.

Five meters away, the gunmen of the Black Spade Organization who had initially been terrified and awaiting their deaths stood there dumbfounded, their unkempt hair a mess.

“The man with the knife… was he killed by a car crash?”

At the intersection of the street, near the entrance to the Water Cloud House, a defensive tree was burning fiercely, with flames and black smoke climbing into the sky.

This brought about waves of intense heat to the surroundings.

“I have heard that you are called Warhammer, that you are very strong. You like to use a hammer the size of half a person to smash people’s bodies.”

“How about we see who has the bigger hammer…”

Warhammer was dumbfounded as he looked at the blond man in front of him who was talking to himself, carrying a hammer on his shoulder.

The blond youth also had a hammer on his shoulder, a marble load-bearing pillar taken from a building. It was twice the diameter of a person, more than four meters long, towering over the top, blocking out the sunlight, and casting a large shadow on Warhammer’s face.

This can also be considered a hammer?

Why not just carry the whole building over?

Damn it! Boom! A huge marble pillar struck the position where Warhammer had just been standing, completely erasing any trace of his existence. The ground vibrated, and cracks spread along half of the street.

Casio calmly walked over and patted the standing pillar in the middle of the street. Without looking back, he moved towards the guild hall.

He left behind a crowd of people who admired his strength.

At the same time, at the back door of the guild hall, a young man in a suit and leather shoes bid farewell to his guests, lightly touching the black top hat on his head.

He was holding a purple wooden cane, looking elegant with a somewhat old-fashioned demeanor. Adam couldn’t help but mutter in his heart, “What does a core member of the Sand Dust Organization want with the information on the population density of North Flow Country’s city?”

“Are they planning a big move?”

Boom! An explosion outside the guild hall interrupted Adam’s thoughts.

Adam frowned and lightly tapped the ground with his cane, “Did they get humans to attack them? How come they haven’t taken care of them after such a long time?”

“What a bunch of useless beings, I should make a move myself…”

He walked out showing no emotion, his steps graceful.