The night was pitch-black.
A drizzle made the already deserted streets seem even colder and gloomier.
Suddenly, a scream rang out.
Noah snapped his gaze toward it.
There was no one in sight.
Caroline heard it too.
"Boss, is something wrong?"
Noah nodded.
"Yeah. The show we've been waiting for is finally about to begin."
Noah's calm quickly dispelled Caroline's worry, and she looked at her boss with admiration.
Meanwhile, Noah silently watched the street outside.
Then another scream sounded.
Yet it was still the same.
As if those screams were merely someone trying to scare him on purpose.
But Noah knew that was impossible.
This was his home, and its defenses were even stronger than the company's.
He had left behind a large number of system-created biological weapons here, all directly under his control.
Those reserves would eliminate every target with malicious intent.
Aside from the occasional flesh and blood delivered to him, which allowed him to judge how many people had been killed, he often did not even know when someone had died.
Perhaps among the flesh that became his Cell Source were passing drunks or street punks.
Noah did not care.
Because he was not a good man.
And today, two consecutive screams from different places were enough to explain everything.
Communicating with the Fighting Wolves scattered around the area, Noah silently gathered information.
These biological weapons had low intelligence, but they could still convey basic information.
For instance, news that hidden intruders were approaching.
Ninjas?
That was Noah's first thought.
If not for the Fighting Wolves' astonishing sense of smell, they probably would not have been able to stop ninjas from infiltrating.
The screams continued to ring out from time to time, and every scream meant someone had died.
In just a few minutes, more than