Chapter 76: Our Cooperation Is Simply Flawless

"Making trouble on my turf? You've got some nerve."

Adder leaned against the railing, his cold gaze fixed on Leo as if he were already a corpse. "You broke both arms of my guy. How many lives are you planning to leave behind tonight to pay for it?"

Leo paid no attention to the gun barrels pointed at him.

He drained the whiskey in his hand, then gently set the empty glass on the bar.

He reached out, positioning Serafina behind him for protection, and slowly stood up.

"So you're Adder?"

Leo tilted his head slightly, looking at the thin figure on the second floor, his voice calm without a ripple.

Adder let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "You know who I am, and you still dare to make a move here? I've got to admire your courage."

"So tell me, who sent you? Which stupid gang, or which suicidal competitor?"

"Sent me?"

A cold smile curved Leo's lips.

He brushed off nonexistent dust from his suit and said seriously, "Remember this."

"My name is Leo."

"I'm here tonight to take your life."

At these words, the entire bar gasped.

"Leo?"

Adder froze for a moment, then threw his head back and roared with laughter.

"Haha! And here I was wondering who it could be!"

He laughed so hard tears nearly came out. "Nightfall's informant in New York just said you were trouble and they're looking everywhere for you. Never thought you'd deliver yourself right to my door!"

"You really passed up the road to heaven just to barge into hell!"

Adder waved his hand, and the thirty mercenaries on the second floor immediately chambered their rounds. The sound of bullets loading echoed in unison through the silent bar, bone-chilling.

But Leo wasn't looking at Adder. Instead, his indifferent gaze swept across the room.

"I'm giving you all one chance."

"Put down your guns now, walk out that door, and you can still live."

A brief dead silence.

Then.

"Hahahaha!"

The mercenaries erupted in thunderous laughter.

"Has this kid been scared stupid?"

"One guy, with thirty automatic rifles pointed at him, telling us to get lost?"

"You think this is some Hollywood movie?"

Mocking laughter rose and fell. No one took Leo's warning seriously.

In their eyes, this man in his custom suit was nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Watching these laughing mercenaries, Leo sighed helplessly.

"Looks like..."

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes instantly turning ice-cold and piercing.

"You'll all have to die then."

The moment he finished speaking.

Leo snapped his fingers crisply.

This was the signal for Shadow team to move.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bar's massive floor-to-ceiling windows shattered instantly.

Three large-caliber sniper rifle rounds, carrying the whistle of death, screamed in from a sniper perch a thousand feet away!

The three mercenaries standing at the front didn't even have time to scream before their heads exploded like overripe melons!

Their headless bodies fell straight into pools of blood.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

These mercenaries, battle-hardened from South American jungles, though well-trained, were completely stunned in that instant.

"Enemy attack! Snipers!"

"Take cover! Quick, take cover!"

Adder's face changed dramatically.

The other mercenaries were also shocked by this sudden turn of events.

Though well-trained, they were completely caught off guard.

Where was the enemy?

Where were the snipers?

How was there no warning at all?

In that moment of stunned silence, Leo kept one hand firmly protecting Serafina behind him, while his other hand flashed like lightning to draw a black silenced pistol from his waist.

He raised it.

Pulled the trigger.

The gunshots were muffled but rapid.

No aiming, no need to aim.

Each of Leo's shots seemed to have eyes, precisely harvesting one life after another.

Every bullet hit right between the eyes!

And Serafina at his side was no delicate flower needing protection.

In this bloody killing field, her eyes sparked with the bloodlust and madness in her bones.

A cornered mercenary roared as he lunged from the side, raising his bayonet-equipped rifle in a desperate struggle.

At that moment, Leo's gun was locked on a machine gunner on the second floor, not bothering to defend.

"Looking for death."

A strange cold light flashed in Serafina's narrow beautiful eyes.

The hem of her deep-V red dress flew up sharply, and her right leg in silver stilettos struck out like a venomous scorpion.

With a dull thud, the sharp heel precisely crushed the mercenary's throat.

As the large body fell, Serafina bent down smoothly, her pale fingers pulling an elegant silver pocket pistol from the black lace garter at her thigh.

"Bang! Bang!"

Without even looking, she fired two shots behind her, directly headshotting two other mercenaries trying to ambush from blind spots.

The entire sequence flowed like water, as elegant as dancing a bloody tango.

Having done all this, she naturally leaned against Leo's broad back, one hand wrapping around his waist. She took a deep breath of the air mixed with gunpowder and blood, her red lips almost touching the man's earlobe as she laughed seductively:

"Reaper, we work together perfectly!"

Leo didn't turn his head, firing a shot behind him to kill an enemy about to pull a grenade from the ceiling, saying flatly, "Keep up, don't get your dress dirty."

Meanwhile.

The four members of Shadow team, like ghosts from hell, burst into the bar from all directions.

Olivia, dual-wielding pistols, leaped down from a ceiling ventilation duct. While still in mid-air, both guns spat fire, instantly taking four lives.

The other three team members, wielding submachine guns and coordinating with sniper suppression, harvested the mercenaries' lives like cutting vegetables.

Gunfire, screams, and shattering glass wove together.

The explosions of grenades were deafening, the firelight illuminating the entire bar red.

What was once a den of luxury and vice instantly became a slaughterhouse of flying flesh and blood.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Watching his battle-hardened men being slaughtered one-sidedly before Leo and Shadow team, as helpless as babies, Adder finally realized.

He'd kicked an iron plate.

These people before him weren't ordinary killers.

They were true... death gods who'd survived the battlefield!

"Retreat! Quick, retreat!"

Adder turned to flee toward the secret passage in the VIP area.

The slaughter continued.

Or rather, it was nearing its end.

Thirty fully armed mercenaries never stood a chance under the combined onslaught of Shadow team and Leo.

In less than three minutes.

The gunfire gradually subsided.

The entire Venom Bar fell into a deathly silence.

Only the pungent smell of gunpowder and the heavy stench of blood permeated the air.

Bodies lay everywhere, scattered across pools of blood.

Blood flowed along the marble floor, gathering into stark red rivers that ran all the way to beneath the bar.

Leo stood in the center of the carnage.

Not a single drop of blood stained his black custom suit.

He raised his head, looking toward the half-open secret door in the second-floor VIP area, a death god's cold smile curving his lips.