A Mother Protects Her Cub! Old Man, Is That Tin Can of Yours Cooked Through?
Mariko Yashida showed no fear of the two wary, burly men. She took a few steps to stand in front of Amiko and shielded the girl behind her.
Amiko slumped to the ground, clutching her neck where red marks had been drawn from being choked, gasping for breath.
She looked up, staring blankly at the back of the figure blocking her way.
The current head of the Yashida Family, the adoptive mother who only gave her the most rigorous training in killing techniques since childhood, who never smiled and whom she rarely saw, actually came to save her personally?
"Whoosh!"
Yukio, standing nearby, wasn't idle either. She slashed her katana into the outstretched wrist of her opponent and twisted it along the bone.
Before the other party could retaliate, he tossed his weapon up in the air, gripped the hilt in reverse, and slammed the blade into the burly man's chin.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, then pushed off with both feet against his chest, leaping into the air towards the last guy with the syringe.
Blue blood spurted out, and the three-man squad sent by Cornelius was completely wiped out.
As she landed, Yukio pressed the tip of her knife against the marble floor tiles, coldly surveying her surroundings like a mother leopard protecting her cubs.
I can't beat Ling Ling Qi, but I can't beat these three small fry?
Just as Yukio was putting on a cool facade while secretly praising herself, a familiar voice came through the hallway loudspeaker.
"Mariko, I thought you could stay in that position longer... You've disappointed me so much."
The voice emanating from the loudspeaker, brimming with the arrogance of someone long accustomed to a position of power, belonged to Shingen Yashida.
Mariko pulled Amiko even further behind her, saying, "Old man, you've crossed the line."
She stared at the surveillance camera above her head. "I warned you, Amiko is my bottom line!"
"Bottom line? The Yashida Family has never needed a bottom line! They only need to continue!"
"You think you've kept it a secret? Back then, you broke up with Wolverine and disappeared for a whole year, only to come back with this little bastard by your side!"
Shingen Yashida's laughter was tinged with a morbid fanaticism.
"I've waited all these years, just to see her grow up! As long as she inherits even a tiny bit of the Healing Factor, the Yashida Family will be able to cross the threshold of immortality!"
"With her blood, we will pave the way for our family's Eternity glory; this is her destiny!"
Amiko's lips trembled slightly as she asked in a low voice, "What... what did he mean? Aren't I an adopted daughter from a collateral branch?"
Mariko forced out a stiff sentence. "Don't listen to that old madman's nonsense. Stay close to me."
She didn't want to explain her family's shady past in this place full of assassins.
"Running away won't work, Mariko! Today, none of you will leave this school alive!"
Cracks began to appear in the load-bearing beams above the hall.
"Boom!"
The dome shattered, and a colossal object crashed down into the hall.
Mariko was thrown backward by the shockwave, but Yukio reacted quickly, grabbing both of them and using her back to take the brunt of the flying debris, letting out a muffled groan.
As the smoke cleared, a three-meter-tall heavy mech stood before the three of them.
It was entirely silver-white, with a streamlined armor surface that gleamed coldly, and a giant samurai sword nearly two meters long hung at its waist.
"Harada Kenuichio! Silver Samurai!"
Mariko glared at the other person, gritted her teeth, and spat out those three words.
The mecha's visor lit up, and a stiff voice rang out. "Give it to me, Mariko. This is your last chance."
Yukio forcefully suppressed her fear, gripped her katana tightly with both hands, and stood in front of the Silver Samurai without flinching.
Clearly, the Silver Samurai didn't take Yukio seriously at all. He raised his right arm and slashed horizontally at the three of them around the waist with his giant katana!
Just as the high-frequency oscillating blade was about to strike, a figure lunged down.
Sing Sing bent his right leg in mid-air and kicked the Silver Samurai in the side of his right knee!
"Clang!"
The three-meter-tall Silver Samurai was kicked and lost his balance, the massive mech staggering to the left.
Using the reaction force, Sing Sing did a somersault in the air and landed in front of the three people.
He had barely landed when his smug expression, which hadn't even lasted a second, was contorted in pain.
I'll curse your mother's lungs!
Sing Sing hugged his right leg and hopped on one foot several times like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, clicking his Delia as he did so.
"What is this piece of scrap metal made of? My toes are almost broken from the dryness!"
Yukio stood frozen in place, still holding her sword, completely caught off guard by the sudden change in the scene.
Kobayashi Amiko also had a look of utter disbelief on her face.
The Silver Samurai straightened up again and locked onto Sing Sing.
"An agent from the 749 Bureau of China, Ling Ling Qi, Hoshino Seiichi, Sing Sing, or perhaps you should be called Stephen Zhou?"
I'm impressed, it's become a Gundam!
"You choose the path to heaven, but you refuse to take it. Today, I will use your blood to consecrate this sword!"
The giant samurai sword was raised high, and the high-frequency red Shockwaves distorted the surrounding air.
Sing Sing put down his right foot and pulled out Pig Butchering Knife. "Old man, at your age you're still hiding in a tin can playing remote control games. Are you too ashamed to show your face because you can't find the right size diapers?"
Sing Sing retorted without holding back.
"You want blood, huh? Fine, I'll be your can opener today, and I'll dismantle your turtle shell and sell it for scrap metal—perfect for the bureau's team-building budget next month!"
"He's not old," Mariko interrupted the imposing Old Zhou from the side.
"The person inside is Harada Kenuichio, my half-brother, and also an illegitimate son of the Yashida Family."
"Huh?" Sing Sing was a little taken aback. Another unexpected discovery?
He thought the person sitting inside was Shingen Yashida!
Basement level B4, core monitoring room.
Cornelius stood in front of a screen that covered an entire wall.
Ling Ling Qi was wielding a broken Pig Butchering Knife and directly confronting the Silver Samurai.
On the playground and in the corridors, countless delinquent teenagers were using dismantled chair legs to beat up the security personnel, forcing them to retreat in disarray.
The situation is completely out of control.
"These useless bastards!"
Cornelius ripped off his glasses and smashed them on the ground.
He wants intact clinical data!
The energy emanating from Stephen Zhou is more valuable than the combined lives of hundreds or thousands of delinquents outside!
"Shingen Yashida, that power-hungry old fool, has no idea how great genetic research is. He'll ruin the best materials!"
A resolute glint flashed in Cornelius's eyes as he walked to the right side of the control panel and lifted the transparent anti-accidental touch cover, revealing only a single unmarked red physical button.
The withered fingers pressed down hard.
"Sizzle..."
The air vents of all the central air conditioning systems at Toyo High School were making a sucking sound.
Valve switching.
The high concentration of sedatives stored in the underground gas chamber was forced into every corner by blowers through pipes that ran throughout the school.
This gas is colorless and odorless. Once it comes into contact with the respiratory mucosa, it will sever the connection between the brain and motor nerves within a few seconds.
Third floor corridor.
Serizawa Tamao had just smashed a ninja's head into the wall and was about to turn around and call his men to continue charging forward.
He suddenly felt his vision blur, and the fire extinguisher in his hand felt like a heavy lead weight, impossible to hold.
With a clang, the fire extinguisher fell to the ground.
Serizawa swayed twice, then his strong legs gave way to his knees.
The delinquents around him, who were engrossed in their killing spree, fell dead in droves down the corridor without any warning.
On the playground, Mitsuhashi Takashi just knocked a security guard away and fell straight forward, his face hitting the grass.
Ito Shinji tried to pull him up, but halfway through his reach, he ended up lying on top of Mitsuhashi.
First floor lobby.
Yukio's well-trained body instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
But the medicine was too potent.
Just the very first bit she inhaled caused her to lose control of her limbs.
Yukio glared at the silver mecha with resentment before collapsing limply to the ground.
Mariko and Amiko didn't even have time to react; they lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground without making a sound.
The previously noisy fighting completely disappeared within a minute, leaving an eerie silence.
In the vast space, a three-meter-tall silver tin can turned around.
The tip of the giant samurai sword was locked onto Sing Sing, the only person still standing in the hall.