Chapter 96: European Visitors

"This is impossible... Monster! Fire! Fire now!"

Hades looked at the bodies scattered everywhere, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and he roared in absolute terror.

He quickly raised his HK416, locked onto Leo's afterimage, and was about to pull the trigger.

A black shadow instantly grew larger before his eyes.

Leo delivered a powerful whip kick, like a heavy cannon shot, that slammed hard into Hades's wrist holding the gun!

A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out. Hades's wrist twisted at an unnatural angle, and the assault rifle flew right out of his hand.

"Ahhh!"

Hades let out a piercing scream. The massive force sent him stumbling back five or six steps before he collapsed to his knees with a thud, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

Before he could recover, a tactical knife dripping with blood was already pressed coldly against his carotid artery.

"I said I needed someone alive."

Leo looked down at him, his eyes as indifferent as if looking at a pile of trash. "If you dare move again, this knife will slice through your throat in the next second."

Hades froze in place, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, not even daring to breathe.

Just as the entire abandoned shipyard fell into deathly silence, with only the wind whistling through the metal sheets.

A slow, deliberate clapping sound with an aristocratic air suddenly came from the shadows of the stacked containers nearby.

Hades's heart jumped.

Before this person spoke, he hadn't even sensed there was another living person there!

A European man in a gray suit with graying hair, playing with a pure silver antique pocket watch, walked elegantly out from the shadows.

"The famous Hades, how come you look like such a pathetic stray dog now?"

The gray-haired man's English carried a heavy British accent, his tone full of condescending mockery.

"Who are you?" Hades asked through gritted teeth, enduring the intense pain in his wrist.

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't come here to save you."

The gray-haired man smiled and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, from the shadows around the shipyard, on top of containers, and on abandoned cranes, dozens of figures emerged like ghosts, all covered in special optical camouflage suits!

These people were clearly on a completely different level from those street mercenaries earlier, all holding silenced submachine guns equipped with infrared laser sights.

Dozens of blood-red laser dots instantly locked onto Leo, Olivia, and the two generals in the center of the field.

"I'm here on orders from the big shots in Europe to clean up this mess that's gotten out of control."

The gray-haired man ignored Leo and looked down at Hades, saying coolly, "Hades, if you're willing to cooperate and hand over Nightfall's remaining intelligence network in North America, I can make an exception today and spare your life... after dealing with this young man called Leo."

"You're from European headquarters?"

Hades, kneeling on the ground, endured the crushing pain in his wrist and looked at the gray-haired man like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

"No, no, no. I'm only here to clean up the troubles that keep the big shots in Europe awake at night."

The gray-haired man played with his silver pocket watch, his movements as elegant as if attending a high society dinner. "However, Hades, if you're willing to cooperate and hand over the intelligence network you've built in North America over the years, I can take it upon myself to save you from the Grim Reaper."

Hades bit his lip.

He knew that making a deal with this European cleanup crew was like making a deal with the devil.

But he had no choice now. If he didn't agree, he definitely wouldn't walk out of this abandoned shipyard alive today.

"Fine, I'll hand over the North American intelligence network! Save me!" Hades roared.

"A wise choice." The gray-haired man smiled slightly, then his eyes suddenly turned cold. He snapped his fingers crisply. "Kill them. Leave no one alive."

Dozens of laser dots instantly locked onto the vital points of Leo and the others.

"Leo, you're still so good at stirring up trouble! Where did this special forces unit come from now?"

General Vance looked at the killers appearing like ghosts around them and, instead of panicking, snorted coldly.

As a powerful general at the Pentagon, what storms hadn't he weathered?

"Too many people want to kill me. I don't have time to remember the names of a bunch of dead men."

Leo casually flicked the tactical knife in his hand, his eyes as cold as ancient ice. "Olivia, cover the two generals!"

"Yes!"

Before he finished speaking, Leo and Olivia moved simultaneously!

"Get behind the car! There's stuff in the trunk!"

Lieutenant General Hayes grabbed General Vance's arm, and the two men, with muscle memory developed from years of military service, performed a tactical roll and took cover behind the armored Maybach's heavy body.

Almost the instant they took cover, an extremely muffled gunshot tore through the shipyard's night sky!

An armor-piercing sniper round slammed hard into the Maybach's bulletproof glass, creating a large spiderweb of cracks!

"Sniper! Two o'clock, top of crane number six!"

General Vance flipped open the trunk and pulled out two fully equipped M4A1 carbines from a tactical compartment, tossing one to Lieutenant General Hayes. "Old buddy, looks like we old bones need to get some exercise today!"

"Find cover, alternate fire!" Lieutenant General Hayes expertly pulled the charging handle, chambering a round. These two Pentagon generals were also battle-hardened soldiers who had crawled through gunfire in their youth.

Meanwhile, Leo and Olivia had already torn through the killers' fire suppression network like two black lightning bolts!

Facing the metal storm woven by silenced submachine guns, Olivia's specially-made dual pistols opened fire at full power, precisely picking off those "Shadow" killers trying to approach the Maybach, forcibly providing cover for the two generals.

And Leo's target was the sniper hiding in the shadows!

3000 feet--for ordinary people, an insurmountable death zone, but for Leo with his superhuman explosive power, just a sprint of a dozen seconds or so.

The sniper on the crane, looking through his night vision scope, discovered in horror that he simply couldn't lock onto that man moving at high speed between the container shadows. The opponent's tactical evasion movements were flawlessly perfect--his bullets could only hit the rusted metal sheets to no effect.

"Fuck! How is this possible!"

Seeing Leo already closing in on the base of the crane, the sniper decisively dropped the heavy Barrett, grabbed the M249 squad automatic weapon beside him, preparing to sweep the area below with concentrated fire.

However, just as he raised the machine gun, a cold night wind came from behind him.

The sniper's hair stood on end. He whipped around!

A face as cold and godlike had somehow appeared behind him.

"Go to hell and meet God."

Leo's icy voice sounded in his ear. The next second, a hand like an iron vise clamped onto his throat.

Without giving the opponent any chance to pull the trigger, Leo's five fingers exerted force, directly crushing the sniper's cervical spine, and, like throwing away a piece of trash, tossed his corpse down from the 100-foot-high crane.

Having eliminated the biggest high-ground threat, Leo didn't even look, directly leaping down from the height, stepping on the layers of stacked containers, killing his way back to the main battlefield like a cheetah.

At this moment on the main battlefield, Generals Vance and Hayes were back-to-back against the Maybach, using the car body as cover, performing textbook tactical controlled bursts.

Three-round bursts forced back two camouflaged killers trying to flank. Although the generals' marksmanship was still accurate, these "Shadow" killers wore high-strength Kevlar body armor and moved extremely cunningly--without a crossfire network to suppress them, it was hard to inflict fatal wounds.

Vance pressed the magazine release, quickly loading a fresh magazine. "Not much ammo left! These guys' tactical skills are even trickier than SEAL Team Six!"

Just as the two generals' fire created a gap, six black shadows suddenly abandoned their firearms and, covered by their companions' fire, closed in like ghosts, charging straight at Leo, who had just landed!