Killing

2024-04-25

Author: Pencil Dancing

Charlotte Doyle ignored Wes's shouting and quickly surveyed the entire factory. It was quite large, with three levels—two above ground and one underground. Several cars were parked on the first floor, along with tables, chairs, and sofas.

There were twelve people on the first floor, all armed and scattered throughout the area. Four of them guarded the entrance to the basement level.

Seeing the four guards at the basement entrance, Charlotte Doyle secretly guessed that the vault might be down there.

When Wes saw that Bob was ignoring him, not leaving, and instead looking around, he instantly flew into a rage.

He strode up to Charlotte Doyle and shouted, "Bob, are you deaf? I told you to get out there and stand guard, damn it."

As he spoke, he reached out to shove Bob outside.

Having already scouted the factory, Charlotte drove a Kunai straight into the Russian brute who was trying to push him, instantly piercing his heart.

Wes stared at the Kunai in his chest in disbelief and pointed at Charlotte Doyle.

"Y-you... you..."

Unable to form a complete sentence for a long time, Wes finally fell backward and died on the spot.

Aiden, who had been watching Wes, was instantly dumbfounded. He immediately shouted, "Bob has betrayed us! Kill him!"

At the same time, he drew his pistol and prepared to fire. The others also came to their senses at Aiden's warning.

Charlotte Doyle, who had already surveyed everything, instantly slid eight Kunai into his hand and hurled them in all directions like a scattering of heavenly flowers.

The Kunai landed at the feet of several gang members. Seeing that none had struck anyone and had instead embedded themselves in the floor beneath them, they were just about to laugh when they noticed the paper tied to the Kunai ignite.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of explosions rang out, instantly killing everyone except the guards at the basement entrance.

Hearing the explosions downstairs, the gang members on the second floor immediately reacted and shouted, "Enemy attack!"

They grabbed their guns and rushed downstairs to provide support.

Of the four men guarding the basement entrance, three were blown to pieces by the Explosive Tags that flew in. The sole survivor was severely wounded. After using the radio to notify the people on the second floor to come reinforce them and warn the basement personnel to stay alert, he passed out.

The smoke from the explosions had yet to disperse. The first two gang members to rush down held up their guns warily, trying to locate the enemy.

When they saw a figure emerge from the smoke, one of them shouted, "There!"

The two instantly pulled their triggers. Muzzle flashes burst forth, and a rain of bullets tore toward the figure in the smoke.

The bullets passed through the figure. There was no scream, nor the sensation of hitting a human body.

Charlotte Doyle had used the Clone Technique to create an illusion and draw their attention.

The next moment, several Shuriken shot toward the source of the gunfire.

"Argh..."

Two screams rang out. The two gang members who had just fired died on the spot.

Hearing the gunfire stop and the screams that followed, the gang members on the second floor who had just armed themselves and were rushing downstairs to provide support turned pale. The men who had been charging down the stairs immediately became far more cautious, slowing their steps as they descended, ready to blindly fire around the corner.

Charlotte Doyle sprinted to the stairwell at the second-floor entrance. He crouched, then launched himself forward. The concrete floor cracked apart, and he shot toward the second floor like a bolt of lightning.

The men along the way who had come to provide support could not react in time before Charlotte Doyle slit their throats with his Kunai, ending their lives.

Charlotte Doyle killed his way to the second floor without stopping. He weaved through the hail of bullets, taking life after life like the Death God.

The gang members on the second floor completely broke down. They could no longer mount an effective counterattack. Three of them even seized the chance to smash through a window and jumped down while screaming.

Aside from the three who had jumped, every gang member on the second floor had been killed by Charlotte Doyle's Kunai.

He himself remained completely unharmed!

Walking to the shattered window, Charlotte Doyle watched the three men, limping but still desperately trying to escape. Three Shuriken appeared in his hand, and he threw them at the fleeing gang members.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three Shuriken instantly lodged in their necks. The next second, the three men collapsed before reaching the road, blood spraying from their necks and staining the ground beneath them red.

Seeing that all three were dead, Charlotte Doyle nodded in satisfaction. Good. Not a single one had escaped.

Flicking the blood from his Kunai, Charlotte Doyle descended from the second floor and arrived at the basement entrance where the four guards had stood.

As he entered, he found one man who was not quite dead yet. Charlotte Doyle stepped forward and finished him with another stab, sending him completely back into Satan's embrace. Only then did he carefully inspect the entrance.

He discovered that the basement entrance was blocked by a massive security door. It was neither a wooden door nor an ordinary household security door, but a steel security door a full ten centimeters thick.

He had wondered why reinforcements had come down from the second floor while no one had come up from the basement. So this door had cut off the inside from the outside. The people outside would need a chance to open it first.

Inside the basement, the six guards were anxious.

One gang member holding an Assault Rifle said, "Tana, there's no movement outside. Has the enemy already been dealt with?"

The man called Tana did not answer him. Instead, he pressed the radio at his waist and spoke into his headset. "Sam, what's the situation outside? Has the crisis been resolved?"

Outside the security door, Charlotte Doyle's ears twitched. Hearing a voice from the headset on a corpse on the ground, he stepped forward, picked up the radio and headset, and said to the people inside, "Sam is dead. You'll be next!"

The next moment, Charlotte Doyle crushed the radio in his grip, and the fragments slipped from his hand.

Behind the security door.

Everyone looked at one another. It was not just Tana who had heard the words transmitted through the radio—all the guards had heard them.

"He can't get in. This security door was custom-made by Boss Viggo according to the specifications of a bank vault door. Without high explosives, it can't be opened at all."

Hearing Tana's assessment, the other five calmed their nervousness somewhat.

Tana then said, "Mode, call Viggo right now. Tell him to send reinforcements and inform him that the base has been attacked."

Mode immediately came to his senses at those words. He hurried to one side, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed.