The dense roar of motorcycle exhaust echoed through the dim streets. Beneath the murky streetlights, a gang of members in colorful bandanas, their faces full of unrestrained arrogance, rode motorcycles and commandeered the road with impunity.
"Not bad. The Motorcycle Gang is all out revving their engines. I'm already looking forward to seeing them get scooped into the sky."
Frank tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His gaze turned icy as he stared ahead and pressed down on the accelerator.
The Bevel Magic Treasure sped beneath the streetlights like a battered ghost, racing in the direction Merlin had given him.
Inside Merlin's Custom Shop, Merlin snacked as he watched the live surveillance feed. A stream of motorcycles carried laughing and chatting Motorcycle Gang members through the streets.
The feed shifted again, soon arriving at an open plaza. A woman in blue casual clothes, graceful yet capable in figure, was surrounded by Motorcycle Gang members. Yet faced with the circling motorcycles and whistles, she merely frowned, showing little fear.
Seeing this, Merlin scanned her face and pulled up her identity.
Before long, a detailed profile appeared on the screen.
"What a coincidence..." He looked surprised as he read it.
[Elektra Natchios, daughter of a Greek diplomat, Matt's ex-girlfriend, and Kingpin's top Assassin in Apple City's underworld.]
Usually, Bullseye was the one who dealt with Merlin on Kingpin's side. Elektra was rather mysterious and rarely seen.
Still, Bullseye often complained to him about Elektra. Although Merlin had never met her, he roughly knew some things about her.
The plaza was filled with the dense roar of motorcycles and the teasing whistles of gang members. Under such taunting pressure, an ordinary person would have broken down long ago.
But Elektra was clearly not ordinary.
She narrowed her eyes and swept her gaze around. Though she did not think much of these people, being surrounded was still troublesome.
Just as she prepared to make the first move and break the deadlock, an unusual engine roar suddenly sounded from outside the plaza.
The next moment, a scoop-shaped vehicle crashed into the circular flow of motorcycles formed by the Motorcycle Gang like a bulldozer. People and bikes were sent sprawling, hurled into the air by the immense impact before falling freely back down.
Bang! Bang! Bang... Frank drove the Bevel Magic Treasure through an opening, then began scooping outward from the inner circle. The Motorcycle Gang members who had arrogantly formed a ring moments before were sent flying one after another with their motorcycles like drifting leaves.
Very soon, the plaza that had once been filled with cheers and roaring engines was left in ruins. Motorcycles and bodies covered the ground, bikes crushing people, people crushing bikes... and anguished cries everywhere.
Frank, his face full of grim satisfaction, took out a string of Grenades, intending to finish off everyone here at once before chasing the few lucky ones who had escaped from the perimeter. But when he saw the woman in the center, he could not help hesitating.
"Just throw them. That woman isn't fragile, so don't worry about her," Merlin's voice sounded again.
Frank still hesitated somewhat, but the instant he met Elektra's eyes, that hesitation vanished. He threw the string of Grenades in his hand without another thought.
"Vroom, vroom..." The Bevel Magic Treasure shot away from the scene like a sharp blade.
"Fuck!" Seeing the Grenades scattered all over the ground, clattering and rolling, Elektra's expression changed. She cursed under her breath, then swiftly slipped into the darkness like a ninja.
She thought it was better to take this seriously.
Boom! Boom! Boom... Amid the successive explosions, towering fireballs rose one after another in the open plaza.
"Turn right. Turn right again in five hundred meters."
Frank's gaze chilled as he watched the Motorcycle Gang member disappear into an alley on his motorcycle. He then decisively turned the wheel right, following Merlin's instructions.
"Slow down a little. He can't ride fast in the alley. If you get there too early, he might turn back."
Frank lowered his speed as instructed.
A lean Black man, muscular as a monkey and wearing a black bandana, rode his motorcycle through the pitch-black alley. The foul-smelling garbage had no effect on him.
Sitting on the motorcycle, he kept looking back nervously. When he saw that no one had caught up, he finally let out a breath of relief.
"Fuck, who the hell is targeting us? Once we get back, our Motorcycle Gang will make you pay!" He still did not know that his companions in the plaza had been wiped out. He was still thinking about retaliating.
The motorcycle sped through the narrow alley. Familiar with the surrounding area, he quickly reached the exit.
The instant he left the oppressive darkness of the alley, the Black man's tense heart finally settled completely.
But in the very next moment, as though he had seen something, his eyes widened in terror.
At some point, a familiar Modified Car suddenly slammed into him from the side.
Bang! Under the slanted impact, the motorcycle and rider separated instantly, both flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground like rag dolls. As the Black man rolled, his limbs broke apart into several pieces like those of a cloth doll.
Blood quietly spread around his severed head.
"...One! Woohoo, just right!" Merlin cheered before the screen, speaking excitedly.
"I won. I'll gladly take those three percent points."
Frank did not respond. Instead, he stopped the car and stared at the Black man lying in a pool of blood with a shocked expression, gaining a deeper understanding of Merlin.
"Remember to finish him off. Next are the Mexican Irish. They have much stronger firepower, so be careful."
People who often dealt in herbal goods and smuggling were far more vigilant, and the difficulty rose accordingly.
Hearing this, Frank steadied himself. After raising his handgun and putting another bullet into the Black man's head in the pool of blood, he followed the instructions toward the next destination.
Bang!
Elektra appeared at the scene wearing a red silk scarf over her face and a tight combat outfit. She narrowed her eyes at the dead Black man, then glared resentfully in the direction Frank had disappeared before pursuing him again.
"There's one behind the door on the right."
Frank fired a shotgun blast straight at the door before him.
Bang!
The next moment, a corpse slid out.
"There's one behind the pillar at three o'clock, and two behind the crate of herbs."
"There's a shotgunner at the third-floor stairwell. Throw a Grenade."
"Cherno jumped out the window and ran. He's in a black Cherokee SUV now."
Along the way, with Merlin calling out positions and the tremendous stopping power of the Pump-Action Shotgun, Frank moved as if through uninhabited territory. No one could stand against him.
After the raid, Frank felt like a game character being controlled. When he emerged from those gang hideouts, he had not even been injured.
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