Chapter 91: Dead Of Night

"Lucky me, I've come across another one," said the blood-stained young man when he saw another assassin, appearing rather excited. With a firm hand, he forcefully detached the lifeless assassin's head. "Hello, I'm Antonio. Come on over and cooperate; I'm not done yet. I still want to play with more assassins." Antonio smiled, holding a head in one hand. He licked the blood dripping down onto his lips.

Devil! The boss was terrified, raising his gun and firing wildly. The tongues of fire from the fully automatic rifle spewed out, but the bullets embedded themselves in the walls. At the same time, the gunshots in the room sounded unusually muffled.

Given his extraordinary experience, the leader quickly realized the room had been specially designed. The inner walls were made of high-fiber bulletproof and explosion-resistant materials, with soundproofing effects as well. Recalling that he had not heard any gunshots after entering the villa, he realized with horror that the entire villa was likely arranged this way.

This high-fiber material was extremely expensive to use, and how much money would it take to transform a thousand square meter villa like this? Could one even buy it with billions of dollars?! He dared not imagine and could only shoot frantically, hoping to kill the devil-like young man named Antonio that was standing in front of him.

However, even though bullets were fast, the speed at which he moved his arm was still that of an ordinary person. The leader had not considered that there could be someone who could dodge the direction of the bullet barrage before he moved his gun.

"I'm disappointed in your skills." Antonio said softly, sighing. With a flash, he appeared next to the leader. "You're too weak." With a swift swing of his hand, the head in his hand collided with the leader's head, and under the immense force, both heads exploded, splattering the room with a strong stench and a mix of red and white.

Antonio remained standing in the midst of it, drenched from head to toe. Only now did the leader's mutilated body begin to stagger and fall, and Antonio reached out to catch him, removing the pistol from his waist.

"No fun. I'll just shoot them instead,." muttered Antonio, opening the door and walking out into the corridor.

Behind him, the leader's corpse finally fell, crashing onto the ground with a thud.

"Who's that?!"

Just as a new group of assassins appeared in the hallway, they were all taken aback upon seeing Antonio.

What is all over this young man's body?

Aside from the blood, that pale white hue seems to be...

"If they're not from our organization, kill them all!"

Several assassins picked up their guns and quickly opened fire, but Antonio was faster than them.

With three shots from Antonio, five assassins fell.

Two pairs died from the same bullet.

Antonio furrowed his brow, feeling like his marksmanship had somehow declined.

"Hey, it seems like there's a new development."

At the entrance of Eagle Ridge, five individuals dressed in brightly colored clothing strolled in leisurely, appearing as if they were on vacation.

One of them held up a cellphone, watching the screen with interest. "So far, more than a hundred assassins have entered the mansion, but there hasn't been a gunshot or a single scream. No one has even come out."

"It's a shame that we only came to Freton City for a vacation this time and didn't bring much equipment. The drones we're using now lack infrared detection and signal interception capabilities, so we can only see this much."

"What difference does it make whether or not we bring equipment to a small place like this? Honestly, even if the reward is two billion dollars, I feel like it's a bit beneath us to take action." One of the five individuals, a middle-aged man, said with a laugh.

"Money is money, regardless of how much we get." Another man among the five chuckled. "And besides, this Henry seems a bit interesting. With so many assassins entering the mansion without any activity, it's obvious they've died inside. It's puzzling to think that Freton City might have someone on our level."

The man in sunglasses burst into laughter. "How is that possible? Those assassins must be too stupid, just like those who are observing us but don't dare to make a move."

His sunglasses appeared ordinary on the surface, but in fact, they had detection capability. With a simple scan, he had already noticed many assassins, who also took notice of them.

Of course, the reason was that they didn't bother to conceal themselves.

"I wonder if someone wants to challenge us and try make a name for themselves." he casually remarked.

The young man who had been looking at his phone snickered and brought up a few more screens. "Take a look yourselves. As long as these losers don't run away, they wouldn't dare to touch us."

The phone screen split, showing several different locations nearby.

The images and sounds were transmitted clearly through the phone.

"That group of five... they seem to be Dark Fingers!" The person speaking on the screen appeared small in proportion, but his expression of fear was evident.

"Dark Fingers? That name sounds so ridiculous." a young assassin who had just started in the business laughed, but the next second, a nearby assassin quickly covered his mouth.

"Are you asking for death? Don't speak nonsense. Maybe they're already watching you!"

The teammates looked up to the sky, but the night was dark and they couldn't see anything. They couldn't find where the drones were spying on them.

"Dark Fingers, though there are only five of them, each one is a world-class assassin. Among them, there is a physics doctoral graduate from a top university, a retired soldier from a mysterious unit, a hidden descendant from an ancient family, and even a previous generation expert who survived in Dead Of Night!"

"Dead Of Night?" The young assassin was shocked. "I've heard of that. It's where the world's top assassins gathered in the same place to assassinate the same person. But on that night, almost everyone died. The entire assassin world was decimated and it took several years for it to slowly recover."

"Now you know how terrifying they are, right? Those who can survive in Dead Of Night are definitely the elite among the previous generation's elites. Compared to him, we are like two-year-old children!"

The young assassin shrank his neck and remained silent.

"Hey, they are talking about you!" The young man monitoring everything on his phone smiled, then became curious. "You haven't told us what happened in Dead Of Night all these years. Is it really that terrifying?"

The man known as Agustin, his face covered in scars, showed an indifferent expression. "That's not something you need to know about."