Just then, Carlos climbed out of the car. His left pupil was pale, with veins bulging around his temples and forehead. His right Two-Tomoe Sharingan slowly spun as he gripped a pistol in his right hand and rapidly pulled the trigger, unloading bullets in the span of a single second...
Seven bullets tore through the air toward the five figures charging in from the right. Muffled groans rang out as all five nearly simultaneously collapsed to the ground. The bullets and shells that followed riddled them, turning them into mangled flesh.
But Carlos had no way to deal with the left side. Five people in identical black skintight suits, seemingly blending into the night, rushed onto the highway. Weapons glinting coldly swung through the air. Screams rang out and blood sprayed everywhere. In an instant, nearly all the fighters on the left had been taken out, with perhaps only one left severely wounded and near death.
"Get farther away. These people aren't opponents you can handle!"
After saying that, Carlos casually tossed aside his pistol. Dressed in a tailored blue suit with a rose pinned to his chest, he curled his five fingers into claws and charged forward.
The first person he encountered was a short man wielding short blades. The man viciously thrust both blades toward Carlos's waist—right where the kidneys were. If they struck, a man's dignity might be lost along with them.
"You're courting death!"
Carlos cursed inwardly. Enraged, he struck even more viciously, ignoring the attack entirely as his eagle claws ripped toward the man's head with a fierce whistling sound.
The short man was completely unfazed and sped up his attack. His two short blades struck Carlos's waist first, but the smile that had just appeared on his face instantly froze. With a clang, it was as if he had stabbed steel. He could not even break Carlos's skin.
Pfft...
However, the short man had no chance to think about anything else. Carlos's eagle claws directly dug into his skull. His force surged, and the short man died instantly.
After killing the short man, Carlos had no time to think further. He tilted his head, dodging a slashing blade, as the two tomoe in his right eye transformed into three.
Illusion Technique: Sharingan!
The slender figure before him, wearing a black mask that exposed only a pair of cold, merciless eyes, suddenly stiffened. Boundless terror filled those eyes, as if the figure had seen the most horrifying sight imaginable.
Crack!
A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out. All terror returned to silence. There would never be fear again.
After taking down another one, the combined assault of the remaining three arrived. Though it looked flawless, it was riddled with openings in Carlos's Byakugan and Sharingan. He smiled disdainfully, shifted his steps, and leaned back slightly. Their combined strike missed completely.
In passing, Carlos's eagle claws slashed across one assassin's arm. With a tearing sound, flesh split open. As his claws cut through the arm, they passed over an acupoint. Internal Energy surged from his fingertips and rushed into the opponent's acupoint.
The assassin had expected his arm to be wracked with pain, yet he felt nothing at all. Then his entire arm completely slipped beyond his control, numb and weak. His weapon fell to the ground, and he had essentially lost his ability to fight.
Though the remaining two assassins went all out and displayed every assassination technique they possessed, they were utterly powerless before Carlos's exquisite Eagle Claw Technique, Twelve Road Tan Leg, and two great Dojutsu. Everything had been seen through!
After only three moves, one was struck in a fatal acupoint by Eagle Claw Technique's surging force and died instantly. The other was kicked twice—once in the heart and once in the head. He struggled slightly on the ground before going still.
The sole survivor saw that things had gone badly and fled in utter terror...
Carlos held out his hand. A nearby fighter immediately understood and hurriedly placed the rifle he held into his Boss's hand.
Carlos raised the gun, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion. A bullet accurately struck the leg of the assassin, who had been weaving around like a snake in a vain attempt to escape.
"Group One, immediately send our surviving brothers for treatment and clear the roadblocks. Group Two, collect the bodies of our fallen brothers and capture the assassins who are still alive."
"As for the dead assassins, send people from the mansion to deal with them."
"Yes, Boss!"
Under Carlos's orders, everything was quickly handled, and the convoy set off once more.
After returning to the mansion, Carlos happily took a bath before heading to the dungeon where the assassins were being held. He intended to personally interrogate the assassin whose life he had deliberately spared.
His men were too inefficient. He was faster doing it himself. Come to think of it, he truly lacked any powerful people under his command. Although Noah was quite capable of handling affairs, his strength was far too lacking.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
Respectful greetings followed one after another along the way. When he reached the underground prison, the assassin's wounds had already been treated. He was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, sitting silently strapped to a chair.
Carlos slowly approached the middle-aged man. The man raised his head, his voice hoarse as he grinned and said, "Don't waste your effort. I won't say anything."
"If I spare your life, will you talk?" Carlos asked with a smile, looking sunny and kind.
The middle-aged man said nothing. He hesitated.
Carlos sneered inwardly. Damn, and here I thought he was so tough?
Unfortunately, Carlos had never intended to let him live in the first place. Several of his underlings had died. As their Boss, he had to avenge them!
Hypnosis!
Carlos looked into the middle-aged man's eyes. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan appeared, Pupil Power erupting as he instantly hypnotized the caught-off-guard assassin.
Honestly, Carlos considered these assassins genuinely weak. He had not needed much effort to deal with all of them, and their resistance to his Sharingan was extremely slight.
Carlos was not entirely sure of his current strength because he had no truly capable opponents to compare himself against. Still, he was confident that he currently possessed the strength of a field-grade officer at Marine Headquarters.
As for whether he was at the level of a major, Commander, or colonel, he did not know. At the very least, he had the strength of a major.
The hypnotized assassin quickly revealed everything he knew. They had indeed been sent by the John Family. They were not wild assassins, but ones raised in captivity.
Carlos then asked more questions about the John Family. He knew a little about them himself, but clearly not as much as this assassin raised by them.
This gave Carlos some ideas.
After this batch of assassins failed, the John Family would definitely send even stronger people. Even if they failed again, their methods would never stop until they either killed him or forced him to submit humbly and become the John Family's dog.
Carlos wanted neither outcome, so rather than respond passively, he might as well take the initiative!
With his current forces, it was impossible to defeat the heavily manned John Family head-on. The John Family itself was not weak, and it also had four or five medium-sized and small subsidiary families like the Mike Family. He would absolutely be no match for them in a direct confrontation.
It would be far too easy to squander the foundation he had worked so hard to build. He aspired to become a super Boss whose influence covered the entire world. He absolutely could not stupidly charge straight at them!
Backing down was impossible. He had to fight, but he could choose a more flexible approach—attack from the side!
Such a huge Mafia family naturally had no shortage of internal conflicts, and it had external conflicts as well. All he needed to do was ignite some of those contradictions, keep the John Family too busy to deal with him, and buy time to develop!
It would be enough if he could hold out until the Great Age of Pirates erupted. By then, the entire world would be a chaotic mess, and the number of Pirates would soar. Whether it was the Marines or any other power, their main attention would be focused on the Pirates!
Pirates like Luffy were more appropriately called adventurers. Taking DNF adventurers as an example, they did not resemble real Pirates at all. True Pirates were greedy by nature and killed without batting an eye!
With a plan in mind, Carlos left behind one sentence before turning and walking away.
"Drag this guy out and shoot him, to honor the spirits of our fallen brothers..."
"Yes, Boss!" The Mafia Members in the dungeon answered excitedly.
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