Legendary Assassin Charlotte Doyle

Chapter 13: Legendary Assassin Charlotte Doyle

Half an hour after Charlotte Doyle and his group left.

Abrahm Tarasov arrived at the factory on the outskirts of Brooklyn with a group of his subordinates.

At this moment, a bodyguard held a black umbrella over Abrahm, escorting him into the factory building.

The factory building, both inside and out, was eerily quiet.

Abrahm's strategist stepped forward and said, "They're all dead. Not a single brother survived."

Abrahm Tarasov's face twitched, and he said, "It seems we're too late."

"Do you know who did it?"

"Did they leave any clues?"

Abrahm asked two questions in quick succession. The strategist paused and said, "Abrahm, come and see for yourself."

At this moment, all the corpses inside the factory had been dragged over by the subordinates and neatly arranged on an open space nearby.

Abrahm Tarasov walked over and took a look. There were over forty corpses. Some were bloody and mangled, and some severed limbs were piled together, giving off an extremely eerie and terrifying feeling.

Abrahm Tarasov tightened his coat, trying to make himself feel less cold.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Abrahm Tarasov frowned. Apart from three bodies that had been crushed by the security door, the remaining bodies were either blown up or had their throats slit. There were basically no gunshot wounds.

At this moment, the strategist, holding a piece of cloth, came before Abrahm Tarasov. On the cloth lay several shurikens and kunai.

"Abrahm, we found these on some of the bodies. They should have been left by the killer."

Looking at these shurikens and kunai, Abrahm Tarasov's massive body actually swayed.

Then he muttered to himself, "It's a ninja!"

Hearing Abrahm's words, the strategist asked with curiosity:

"What?"

Seeing the bewildered look on his strategist's face, Abrahm said, "The one who did this is Charlotte Doyle."

"He is the second Legendary Assassin from the Continental Hotel to receive his own title, after Night Demon John Wick."

"Because his primary weapons are shurikens and kunai, he is known as the Ninja."

"Using only these cold weapons that look like children's toys, Charlotte Doyle once slaughtered an entire heavily armed Black gang."

Hearing Abrahm say this, the strategist was clearly startled. His mouth hung open. This was too unbelievable.

After glancing at the forty-odd corpses on the ground, the Strategist nodded blankly. Someone had actually managed to do this.

After all, the facts were right in front of him; he couldn't help but believe it.

Abram Tarasov spoke at this moment, "What's the result from the vault on the first basement level? How much was lost?"

The Strategist hesitated before replying, "Everything is gone. Nothing is left except some empty boxes."

"Damn it, you bastard."

Abram Tarasov cursed, "Damn Rusev, damn Viggo. Look at the kind of people you two father and son have provoked."

After a bout of cursing, he gave an order, "Leave some people to clean up the scene. The rest will return with me."

With that, Abram Tarasov got back into his car, escorted by three bodyguards.

Meanwhile, Viggo, whom Abram was cursing, was engaged in a fierce battle with John Wick in the pouring rain.

Although Viggo Tarasov was a mob boss, his combat skills were no match for the professional assassin John Wick. He was at a clear disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

Viggo Tarasov suddenly pulled a short knife from behind him and lunged at the unarmed John Wick.

The two exchanged blows, back and forth. After several rounds, neither had managed to injure the other. At this moment, Viggo Tarasov seized an opening, gripped the short knife, and was about to stab John Wick in the abdomen.

John Wick, reacting in time, grabbed the attacking hand with both of his own. Viggo's hand, holding the short knife, was caught by John Wick, and the two were locked in a stalemate. Viggo immediately struck John's Neck several times with his other hand, even grabbing his head.

However, John Wick, who had taken heavy blows, did not let go of the hand he had grabbed. Instead, he took a deep look at the short knife, then pushed Viggo Tarasov's hand towards himself, stabbing himself in the abdomen.

Then, he grabbed Viggo Tarasov's arm and with a sudden forceful twist, broke it on the spot.

"Ah~"

The pain from the fracture made Viggo Tarasov cry out instantly, and he stumbled backward.

Viggo looked at the approaching John and immediately counterattacked, throwing a punch that sent John staggering backward.

John Wick, retreating, glanced at the short knife in his abdomen, gripped the handle with both hands, and pulled it out.

As Viggo moved in to press his advantage, throwing a punch, John Wick blocked it with his arm. Simultaneously, he seized the opportunity to plunge the short knife into Viggo's right shoulder and Neck.

Viggo Tarasov was instantly struck in a vital spot. In a final, desperate counterattack, he punched John Wick to the ground. Viggo himself instantly lost all strength, slumping to the ground, clutching the Wound on his Neck, and quietly watching John Wick.

John Wick also sat down on the ground, hands covering the Wound on his abdomen.

Knowing his life was ending, Viggo Tarasov spoke in the pouring rain, "John, I'll wait for you in hell."

John Wick, also clutching the Wound on his abdomen, replied, "Okay, see you around."

He forced himself to stand, staggering into the distance in the pouring rain.

Viggo Tarasov closed his eyes.

Meanwhile.

Ginny had driven Charlotte Doyle to the front of the Chrysler Building. She parked the car and saw Charlotte Doyle about to get out and leave. Ginny spoke up:

"Charlotte, aren't you going to invite me up for a drink?"

As she spoke, Ginny tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ear, making her look exceptionally alluring.

Charlotte Doyle looked at Ginny, who had asked the question, and opened the car door. He replied, "Ginny, it's getting late, and you have work tomorrow. Hurry back."

With that, Charlotte Doyle got out of the car and said to Ginny, "Goodnight, Ginny!"

"Drive safely, and sweet dream!"

Saying this, Charlotte Doyle turned and entered the Chrysler Building.

Ginny, still in the sports car, gave Charlotte Doyle's retreating back the middle finger and cursed him as a bastard.

Then she stomped on the accelerator. The fiery red Ferrari spun around instantly and sped away.

Although Charlotte Doyle didn't see everything that happened behind him, he could guess Ginny's furious reaction.