Chapter 95: The General’s Visit

The Rosenberg Mansion.

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, bathing the entire space in warm, bright light.

Leo sat on the sofa, holding a cup of black coffee, flipping through intelligence files that Olivia had just delivered.

It had been three days since he returned from South America.

During these three days, New York appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were stirring.

"Leo..."

Chloe walked over in a light blue loungewear set, carrying breakfast.

Her golden hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her bare face looked especially pure and innocent.

"Breakfast is ready. Do you want to eat something first?"

Her voice was gentle, her eyes full of concern.

"Yeah."

Leo put down the files and took the sandwich Chloe handed him.

"What are your plans for today?"

"I need to attend the family board meeting this morning."

Chloe sat down beside him and said softly, "My grandmother said she wants to officially announce some personnel changes."

"Do you need me to go with you?"

Leo turned to look at her.

"No need."

Chloe shook her head, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "With you behind me, I'm not afraid of anything."

"But you... Leo, you took down Nightfall's South American base. They won't let this go. You need to be careful these next few days."

"Don't worry."

Leo reached out and gently ruffled her hair. "No matter how many come, I'll kill them all."

Just then.

"Boss."

Olivia walked in from outside, her expression serious.

"The Pentagon called. Generals Vance and Hayes will be arriving secretly in New York this morning. They want to see you."

"People from the Pentagon?"

Chloe was slightly surprised.

"Yes, the South American incident must have triggered some chain reactions."

Leo stood up and placed his coffee cup on the table. "I'll go meet them. You go to the board meeting as planned. Contact me if anything comes up."

"Okay."

Chloe nodded.

Leo walked up to her, leaned down, and gently kissed her forehead. "Wait for me to come back."

Chloe's cheeks flushed slightly as she responded softly, "Okay."

An hour later.

On the outskirts of New York, at a top-secret military base.

A gray C-17 military transport plane slowly landed on the runway, its massive engine roar breaking the morning silence.

Leo stood at the edge of the tarmac, hands in his coat pockets, a cigar in his mouth, waiting quietly.

Olivia, dressed in black tactical gear, stood respectfully at his side.

The cabin door lowered.

Two white-haired men with stars on their shoulders walked down--Vance and Hayes from the Pentagon.

"Leo."

Vance walked quickly up to Leo, his expression serious. "The South American situation has caused quite a stir."

"I know."

Leo exhaled a puff of smoke and said flatly, "Three hundred and fifty billion dollars. Those Europeans must be heartbroken."

"More than heartbroken."

General Hayes said in a deep voice, "They've already pressured Washington through various channels, demanding that we deal with you as a destabilizing element."

"Is that so?"

A cold smile played at Leo's lips. "So what does the Pentagon plan to do with me?"

"Ignore those Europeans' nonsense, of course."

Vance patted Leo's shoulder. "You're our most important strategic asset. Anyone who dares touch you is making an enemy of the entire Department of Defense."

"However..."

He changed his tone. "Nightfall still has remnants in North America. According to intelligence, there's a leader codenamed 'Hades' who's been active around New York recently."

"We suspect he's waiting for reinforcements from Europe."

"European reinforcements?"

A gleam flashed in Leo's eyes. "Looks like that legendary 'Mourner' finally can't sit still anymore."

"Very likely."

General Hayes nodded. "The Secretary of Defense wants you to be ready. There's a classified operation that needs you to handle personally."

"I understand."

Leo bit down on his cigar again, his voice like that of a god of death from hell. "Dealing with gutter rats doesn't require an army. I'll crush them with my own hands. It's cleaner that way."

Hayes and Vance exchanged glances, both seeing a mix of helplessness and awe in each other's eyes.

Indeed, in the "Reaper's" dictionary, there were no enemies he couldn't deal with--only enemies who could die a more miserable death.

After a brief exchange, they got into a waiting armored Maybach.

Olivia sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and sped toward downtown New York.

Inside the car.

General Vance pulled out an encrypted file and handed it to Leo.

"This is our latest intelligence. Nightfall has at least three more secret bases in New York, scattered across Brooklyn, Queens, and Staten Island."

"Hades is very cautious. He never stays in the same place for more than twenty-four hours."

Leo flipped through the files, his eyes cold.

Just then.

He suddenly looked up, glancing at the rearview mirror outside the window.

"Olivia, don't go into Manhattan. Turn around and head to the abandoned industrial area on Staten Island."

Leo gave the order calmly.

"What's wrong?"

General Hayes was slightly surprised.

"He's here."

A bloodthirsty smile curved Leo's lips. "Nightfall's people have already locked onto us."

His perception was incredibly sharp.

Behind and on both sides of the convoy, multiple hidden threats had already locked onto the Maybach.

"They dare to make a move in broad daylight in New York?"

General Vance frowned. "They really have a death wish."

"Perfect."

Leo leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. "I was just afraid I wouldn't be able to find their rat hole. Since they're delivering themselves to my doorstep, they can't blame me for not being polite."

Twenty minutes later.

Staten Island, abandoned shipyard.

The place was deserted, filled with rusted steel and damaged shipping containers.

The Maybach slowly came to a stop.

Almost simultaneously, six black SUVs surrounded them from all sides, completely encircling Leo's car.

The doors opened.

Dozens of fully armed mercenaries jumped out, their gun barrels all pointed at the Maybach.

"Leo!"

A burly white man with a scarred face jumped down from an SUV, holding an HK416 assault rifle.

It was Hades, the remaining leader of Nightfall's North American operations.

"I heard you killed a lot of our people in South America?"

Hades sneered. "Today, I'll use your head to collect a reward from the gentlemen in Europe!"

"This place will do. Nice scenery, perfect for burying bodies."

Leo pushed open the car door, hands in his coat pockets, and stepped out calmly, walking over the rusted steel parts and gravel scattered on the ground.

Vance and Hayes also got out.

Looking at the murderous mercenaries surrounding them, both generals' faces turned grim.

"They really think American soil is their lawless territory?"

General Hayes looked at Hades with contempt. With two active Pentagon generals present, these people still dared to draw weapons--they truly didn't know what death meant.

"Arrogant bastard, open fire! Turn him into ground meat!!" Seeing Leo still so arrogant when death was at his door, Hades flew into a rage and raised his assault rifle to pull the trigger.

However, before he could finish speaking.

Leo's figure had already vanished from his original position like black lightning tearing through space!

Gunfire and bone-chilling cracking sounds exploded almost simultaneously!

Leo didn't even draw his gun. His close-combat skills had long surpassed human limits. In one instant step, he closed in on a machine gunner, a knee strike directly shattering the man's sternum, while smoothly taking the tactical knife from his waist.

The blade reversed, like a wolf among sheep!

Every slash went for the throat, every move was lethal! Leo's every movement was without any waste, like the most precise killing machine.

At the same time, Olivia moved too. She drew the custom dual pistols from her thighs, her figure weaving through cover like a phantom.

Every shot she fired meant a killer's skull was mercilessly blown open, as precise as if guided by a targeting system!

Slaughter!

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense!

In just half a minute, the forty North American elites that Hades had brought with such pride fell in pools of blood like cut wheat, without even touching so much as a corner of Leo's clothing.