77: The Ninja Hundred Is No More

Chapter 867: 77. The Ninja Hundred Is No More

"What happened? Hurry, where are the maintenance staff? Move!"

"The equipment won't start! The access permissions have been altered—someone broke in!"

"Activate the emergency protocols, now!"

The guards' hoarse, panicked shouts rang out in the darkness, but even more orders were swallowed by the sudden chaos.

After Carl cut the power, Oliver did not hesitate for even a moment.

His cybernetic eye swiftly switched modes, and the world before him was immediately redrawn in blocks of temperature—orange-red human silhouettes moved in panic against an icy blue-gray backdrop, as conspicuous as torches in the night.

He moved.

His body melted into the darkness. The first guard to notice something was wrong had just raised his weapon when an almost imperceptible whistle of air swept past his neck. He did not even feel pain, only a faint numb itch, followed by a violent wave of suffocation and the sensation of his consciousness being torn away.

His weapon clattered to the floor, and he crumpled—the neurotoxin had destroyed his nervous system in an instant.

Carl was not the only one with a Neurotoxin Knife. Oliver had one too.

"Three on the left, closing in." Jack's voice came through the encrypted channel, exceptionally calm. Between his arms lay the people who had come over after seeing the commotion; he had already snapped their necks.

"Received."

Carl moved like a fish slipping into water, silently closing in on the three guards standing back-to-back and nervously scanning their surroundings. Though Carl's eyes had not been modified, he could still easily sense their positions in the darkness.

Sound, breath, and every subtle shift in faint light that the naked eye could barely catch—all of it became an extension of Carl's senses. He moved through chaos and darkness as