2024-04-25
Author: Pencil Dancing
Night fell.
Charlotte Doyle was driving, complaining to Carlos beside him, "Man, that whole box of rats reeks."
"Charlotte, don't underestimate these rats. They're all devastating weapons. If there'd been more time, I could've brought even more." Carlos spoke as he patted the box.
Carlos was clearly very pleased with his masterpiece.
The Porsche Cayenne sped down the road toward Brooklyn. Cold air poured in through the windows, dispersing some of the smell inside the car.
Soon, the car arrived near The Textile Factory at No. 17 in Brooklyn. With several hundred meters still between them and The Textile Factory, Charlotte Doyle stopped the car.
Seeing the car stop, Carlos asked in confusion, "We're not driving straight in?"
"Get out. There's still some distance left. We'll sneak over and try not to let them spot us."
"Charlotte, without using the car to ram open the gate, we can't get in at all. Are you planning to use bombs for a controlled demolition?"
"Or did you bring a rocket-propelled grenade in the car?"
After Charlotte got out, Carlos saw that he wasn't heading for the trunk. Seeing that he didn't appear to be carrying many weapons either only made Carlos more confused.
Carlos then pulled a notebook from his person and said, "Charlotte, this is the Wax Bath formula I promised you."
Charlotte took the notebook without looking at it and slipped it straight into his pocket before saying:
"Cross, don't worry about that. I have my own way of handling it. Bring your rats and follow me."
The two jogged all the way to the outside of The Textile Factory. Looking at the nearly ten-meter-high wall, it would not have been wrong to call it a city wall. Though it was already night, people still patrolled atop it, and the searchlights on the wall swept across dark corners from time to time.
"Charlotte, since you have a way, I'll leave it to you." Carlos pressed close to the wall, holding a large pet carrier.
Charlotte said confidently, "Leave it to me. Once I break open the gate, send out your rat army immediately. I'm afraid if we're too late, they won't get the chance."
The next second, Charlotte Doyle accelerated, his figure swiftly appearing at The Textile Factory's gate. He casually slapped an Explosive Tag onto it, then ducked beside the wall and shouted:
"Explode!"
The Explosive Tag instantly ignited and detonated with a boom. The blast spanned a full three meters, instantly blowing The Textile Factory's wooden gate to pieces.
The explosion instantly alerted the many assassins inside The Textile Factory. The guards responsible for the night watch atop the wall sounded the alarm at once.
Seeing the gate suddenly blown apart, Carlos was stunned. What had he just seen? A sheet of paper covered in patterns and symbols he didn't recognize had ignited and exploded less than a few breaths after being stuck to the gate. The power of that blast in particular was not to be underestimated.
Without further hesitation, Carlos charged forward carrying the box. As he neared the gate, he threw it out. The next second, the box smashed against the ground and shattered into pieces, and the rats inside immediately scattered in all directions.
By then, Charlotte had already rushed into The Textile Factory and fired the Explosive Tag Kunai he had prepared at the guards on the wall.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions rang out without end, even blasting down a section of the ten-meter-high wall.
Kunai bearing Explosive Tags flew continuously from Charlotte's hands in every direction as explosions kept erupting.
Carlos also rushed in with a gun in hand, but upon seeing Charlotte Doyle's methods, he fired in stunned disbelief while grumbling, "If the Yakuza's Shinobi had possessed methods like these back then, the Brotherhood of Assassins would've ceased to exist long ago."
"What are those, talismans? Or some new type of bomb?"
Gunfire rang out continuously. Carlos rushed into The Textile Factory after Charlotte, only to find corpses everywhere he looked.
Charlotte held a Kunai as he slaughtered his way forward. No one in The Textile Factory could withstand a single exchange against him. He was so fast that the assassins' bullets could not hit him, and the occasional shots that came his way were knocked aside with his Kunai.
He fought his way to the second floor, and the next second, another explosion rang out.
This time, it was not Charlotte's Explosive Tags that exploded, but Carlos's dozens of bomb rats.
The staircases leading to the second and third floors had all collapsed from the force of the explosions.
Upon entering the second floor, a bullet shot straight at him. Charlotte slashed with his Kunai, splitting the bullet cleanly down the middle. The halves flew to either side, taking out two assassins who had been about to raise their guns and fire.
The one who had fired was the repairman. Seeing that his shot had failed, he was about to pull the trigger again.
"Infinite Dance!"
Charlotte crossed ten meters in an instant and appeared before the repairman, throwing a punch.
"Boom!"
The repairman's head was directly blown apart by Charlotte. Red and white matter splattered everywhere.
The sight before him frightened not only the enemy, but Charlotte as well. He had never used this move on a person before. He had never expected its power to be so great, nor the scene to be so bloody.
Charlotte silently decided that he could not hit people in the head in the future. The sight of a head exploding was truly disgusting.
Turning away and looking at the collapsed staircase, Charlotte leaped high into the air and arrived on the third floor.
The third floor was a slaughtering area, where Butcher lived. The instant Charlotte stepped inside, a throwing knife flew toward him, and Charlotte knocked it away.
The entire room was pitch-black and eerily quiet. Countless slaughtered corpses hung within it, making the place exceptionally creepy.
Charlotte had no intention of playing around with his opponent. He formed hand seals with both hands.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique."
As a massive amount of Chakra poured in, a huge reddish-brown fireball ten meters in diameter instantly appeared and blasted forward.
The enormous fireball engulfed the entire room. Whether it was the hanging pigs or Butcher hiding among them, they were instantly scorched by the flames and turned into roasted pigs together.
Charlotte curled his lip. "Who said Fireball Jutsu can't kill people!"
He turned and charged toward the next room.
Elsewhere.
After entering, Carlos discovered that most of the people had already been killed by Charlotte, so he chose another route and headed straight for Sloan's study.
He did not encounter Sloan, but ran into Pesticide first.
"Cross, it seems you really do like my research. Looks like you brought quite a few rats this time."
Pesticide was holding a rat in his hand, and the bomb attached to it had already been removed.
"Sorry, Pesticide!"
Carlos showed no mercy. He raised his hand and fired, the bullet whistling out.
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