Chapter 175 Kill Order
Chapter 175 Kill Order
Paris, Ichii's Secret Estate
The study reeked of blood so thick it felt almost solid, mingling with the cold drizzle outside to create a nauseating stillness of death.
Leo stood among the scattered limbs, casually tossing his nearly spent cigar onto Ichii's riddled corpse.
The study door swung open. Olivia, dressed in black tactical gear, slipped inside like a ghost—silent, lethal.
When she saw the scene straight out of hell itself, her cold, striking face remained completely impassive.
"Boss." Olivia bowed her head respectfully.
"Clean it up."
Leo tugged at his coat collar, his deep-set eyes scanning the carnage with detached coldness. "Make it look like two gangs tore each other apart fighting over territory. Stage Ichii's death as an internal dispute over the split."
"Understood. I'll have Shadow squad's cleanup crew erase every trace pointing back to us. Not even a single hair will remain." Olivia's response was crisp, efficient.
Leo gave a slight nod, then turned and strode across the blood-soaked Persian rug, leaving the estate steeped in sin behind him.
On the road back.
The black Maybach prowled through Paris's empty, rain-slicked streets like a predator lying in wait.
The cabin was quiet save for the rhythmic scrape of windshield wipers.
Then, the encrypted satellite phone in Leo's pocket suddenly vibrated.
Leo answered. Dominic's voice came through—gruff, military-sharp. "Reaper, we've got a lock on the target!"
Leo's gaze instantly sharpened like a blade. "Where?"
"Belgium. About ten miles outside Brussels, in an abandoned monastery."
Dominic's report came rapid-fire. "But the monastery's just a front. Ten years ago, an offshore shell company bought it and converted the interior into an extremely secretive private psychiatric hospital. Radar shows heavy signal jamming in the area."
"What's the security situation?" Leo's voice was cold enough to freeze.
"Very thorny."
Dominic sucked in a breath. "I pulled satellite reconnaissance. The hospital's perimeter is crawling with hidden sentries—all heavily armed guards. Based on their tactical positioning and patrol routes, these are definitely Black Dragon Society's elite death squads."
He paused, concern bleeding into his tone. "As for Talia's current condition... I'm sorry, but the interior's completely shielded. The satellite can't penetrate the underground structure. Whether she's alive or dead, conscious or unconscious—we have no idea."
Hearing that answer, Leo's lips curved into a brutal, cold smile.
"Don't know? Then I'll go see for myself."
In those deep-set eyes, a chilling fire of slaughter ignited.
He spoke into the phone, his tone icy and final. "Mission terminated. Military stays out of it—don't tip them off."
"Reaper, you're planning to—" Dominic's voice caught.
"Full Shadow squad deployment."
Before hanging up, Leo's voice carried the weight of a death sentence. "Tonight, every single Japanese in that monastery dies. No survivors."
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An hour later, a black private jet tore through Paris's rain curtain, heading straight for Belgium's night sky.
Inside the cabin—no flight attendants, only several stunning women from Shadow squad methodically checking their lethal weapons.
Ivy slid a custom armor-piercing round into a magazine, then pulled out her crimson claw blade, spinning it deftly across her red-lacquered fingertips.
She lifted those azure eyes toward Leo, who sat on the wide leather sofa with his eyes closed, her red lips curving with a mix of seduction and bloodthirsty excitement. "Brussels is Black Dragon Society's well-fortified stronghold. So, what's our play tonight?"
At Ivy's question, Serafina—who was loading poison blades into her stiletto heels—and Charlotte—meticulously polishing her silver scalpels—both looked up, their gazes turning to their Reaper.
Leo slowly opened his eyes. They were calm as the Dead Sea.
"No complex tactics. Just: decapitation, slaughter."
Leo slid his gleaming high-caliber pistol back into its holster, his voice low and commanding. "After landing, I go in solo. Straight to the monastery's basement to find Talia."
"As for you... Handle the perimeter cleanup. I don't care how many Black Dragon Society guards are out there—if it's breathing, kill it. Not even a fly gets out."
"Understood." Ivy laughed softly, cruel light flashing in her eyes. "Cutting these clueless Japanese rats to pieces? That's my favorite pastime."
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Belgium, outskirts of Brussels.
3:00 a.m.
A rare blizzard suddenly swept across the desolate landscape. Howling winds whipped up swirling snow as temperatures plummeted.
The abandoned monastery—now called a "hospital"—crouched like a massive, grotesque black beast in the storm-lashed night.
Atop the monastery's towering walls, every thirty feet stood a fully armed Black Dragon Society guard. Bundled in heavy cold-weather gear, clutching German submachine guns, Japanese katanas at their waists, they scanned their surroundings under sweeping searchlights.
"This damn weather... I'd kill for some hot sake..." One guard on the tower shivered, cursing under his breath.
He stomped his feet, about to turn and seek shelter from the wind, when something unnatural flickered in his peripheral vision—a shadow moving through the snow below.
"Who's there?!"
The guard snapped alert, yanking back his bolt as the searchlight swung toward the spot.
The snow-covered ground below: empty.
"Did I just imagine that?" The guard rubbed his eyes.
But the instant his tense nerves began to relax—
"Looking for me?"
A sweet, playful voice suddenly whispered right beside his ear!
The guard's blood ran cold. He tried to pull the trigger, tried to shout an alarm—
Ivy appeared like a phantom, hanging upside-down from the shadows, her slender arm striking like a serpent.
That crimson claw blade traced a hauntingly beautiful arc of death through the searchlight's glow.
The sound of the blade slicing through his throat was strangely muffled beneath the howling blizzard.
The first blood bloomed like a sinister flower on the white snow.
The guard didn't even manage a scream. Blood gushing from his throat, he toppled straight off the tower.
The dull thud of his body hitting the snow instantly alerted the other guards.
"Enemy attack! We're under attack! Open fire!"
Following the Black Dragon Society commander's hysterical Japanese screams, the monastery's perimeter exploded into chaos.
Piercing alarms tore through the blizzard. A hail of bullets rained toward Shadow squad's position like a storm.
But these elite Black Dragon Society death squads had no idea what nightmare they were facing.
At the monastery's main gate.
Serafina wore a cold-resistant black bodysuit that hugged every curve of her stunning figure.
She walked toward the gunfire with the grace of a runway model, strolling casually through the bullet storm.
Three Black Dragon Society guards charged her with bayonets raised, roaring.
"Rude men. Die."
Serafina's red lips curved as her long, shapely legs whipped out three kicks—too fast for the eye to follow.
The poison blades hidden in her stiletto heels sliced precisely through all three carotid arteries.
"Ah..." The three guards felt a chill at their necks, then numbness flooding their bodies.
Within three seconds, they collapsed into the snow—foaming at the mouth, faces turning black, convulsing violently before death claimed them.
On the other side, behind cover.
Charlotte's face was frost itself, those emerald eyes devoid of human emotion.
Her hands moved like precision machinery, silver scalpels flashing between her fingers like deadly meteors.
Each scalpel she threw brought a spray of blood.
The Japanese gunmen hiding behind cover, trying to take potshots, all had their carotid arteries severed with surgical precision—dead before they even understood how.
"Quick! Snipers! Take out those women!" The Black Dragon Society commander hid behind an armored vehicle, waving his katana and screaming frantically.
But his voice had barely faded when—
BOOM!
A heavy, thunderous sniper shot roared from three thousand feet away through the blizzard!
Olivia lay prone on the distant high ground, peering through her infrared thermal scope, coldly squeezing the trigger.
An armor-piercing incendiary round instantly obliterated the Black Dragon Society commander's head!
Red and white matter splattered across the faces of nearby guards.
"Demons... these women are demons!!!"
Staring at their comrades' gruesome corpses—men who hadn't even touched their enemies' clothing—the remaining Black Dragon Society guards completely broke.
Their vaunted bushido spirit became the cruelest joke in the face of absolute power. Some threw down their weapons and ran.
While the monastery's perimeter was being one-sidedly massacred by these women...
Inside the monastery, in the passage leading to the basement.
Leo, his black coat billowing behind him, descended the dim stairwell in his combat boots as if walking through an empty field.