Blade Flash in the Darkness!

But just then, the roof of the car above them suddenly shook, and then a silver light flashed above the burly man's head. His words were cut off halfway through and he fell silent.

The people inside the car couldn't help but turn their heads to look, only to be shocked to find that a silver blade had pierced through the head of the burly man driving the car from the roof and was protruding from his chin!

A Mafia member sitting behind the driver reacted quickly, hastily pulling out a pistol from his pocket, intending to shoot at the roof of the car. But just as he raised his gun, the silver blade that had pierced the driver's head through the roof suddenly retracted with a "whoosh".

The next moment, before he could fire, with a "sizzle" sound of metal tearing, the silver blade pierced through the roof of the car again, this time accurately penetrating his head. His arm, which he had just raised, instantly lost all strength and fell limply to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, half of the four Mafia members inside the car were killed!

The remaining two Mafia were terrified at the sight and dared not stay in the car any longer. They quickly turned around, opened the door, and got out, lest they suffer the same fate as their two companions, having their heads pierced by sharp blades.

The fastest to act was the Mafia gunman sitting in the right rear seat. He was the first to open the car door and lean out to get out. The Mafia boss in the passenger seat was a step slower because he had turned around to look behind him. When he turned around to open the door, he saw in the rearview mirror that his subordinate in the back seat had already gotten there first and was leaning out halfway.

The short, stocky leader, fearing that he would fall behind and suffer the same fate as his two henchmen, having his head pierced by a sharp blade that suddenly pierced the roof of the car, gritted his teeth and sped up, trying to escape the vehicle as quickly as possible.

But just as his hand touched the doorknob, preparing to open the car door, his movement suddenly stopped abruptly!

Through the car window, he saw a horrifying scene in the rearview mirror: a silver blade swept down from the roof, slicing across the neck of his henchman who was halfway out of the car. The Mafia paused, and then his head fell off his neck.

In the darkness, dark red blood gushed from the severed neck, forming a blood mist in the air.

The short, stocky leader in the passenger seat felt his heart clench, as if something was gripping it tightly. His eyes widened, and after a long while, as if he had been electrocuted, he abruptly withdrew his hand from the door handle, pulled his body back, and squeezed his entire body downwards into the gap in front of the seat to prevent being stabbed by a sharp blade that might suddenly pierce through the roof.

The SUV was already quite large, and he liked to push the seat back as far as he could when he sat in it, so the space in front of the seat was barely enough for his short, stocky body to squeeze in.

He pressed his head against the floor, wishing he could crawl under the chair. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, quickly wetting a section of the floor below. Dust and grime mixed with the sweat and clung to his face, but he dared not move.

What he just witnessed was incredibly stimulating for him!

However, after a long time, there was no more sound from the roof of the car. Instead, from outside the car, through the door opened by the headless subordinate, a familiar metallic tearing sound came from the van parked next to it.

Sensing that the terrifying being who had just killed his three men had left the car, he mustered his courage and slowly lifted himself up from the floor in front of his seat, looking out through the car window.

This time, he finally saw the enemy.

Above the driver's seat of the van, a tall and agile figure was crouching on the roof, drawing a long, silver samurai sword from the driver's seat. As if sensing his gaze, the figure suddenly turned his head and looked at him, giving him a meaningful smile. At the same time, his other hand reached to his shoulder, grasped another long sword slung on his back, and swiftly drew it out.

The gleaming silver blade reflected a chilling light under the moonlight, as if it would fall from the sky at any moment and pierce his head or cut it off!

The short, stocky leader, chilled to the bone by the other party's meaningful smile, felt his body stiffen as if death was imminent, an unprecedentedly strong sense of impending doom!

Under immense pressure, people either break down or explode!

As a leader of the Italy Mafia organization in Los Angeles, the short, stocky man had been through a lot and had blood on his hands. He was ruthless and vicious, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to snatch this opportunity from other Mafia leaders.

Under this intense threat of death, the ruthless side of his heart overcame the fear caused by the brutal slaughter of his previous subordinates, and the next moment, a ferocious look appeared on his face!

He had been filled with fear because he couldn't see the enemy before, yet his men were being killed one after another. But now the enemy was right in front of him, and still some distance away. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to attack?

He immediately gritted his teeth, quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist, and pointed it at the figure on the roof of the van outside the window.

However, before he could aim at the enemy, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and the tall figure on the roof of the car vanished instantly.

He stood there bewildered, holding his pistol, his eyes rapidly searching around the van, but he couldn't find any trace of the figure.

Just as he was hesitating whether to get out of the car to search, a sudden burst of cursing, screams, and several loud gunshots erupted from the back of the van, and the entire vehicle shook violently.

This made him tense, and his original plan to get out of the car and take the initiative to attack became hesitant again. He was completely confused about the situation. What the hell was going on?!

It was just on the roof of the car, how did it disappear in an instant and run into the carriage!

How did he manage to do that?!

The short, Mafia boss's expression shifted rapidly: fierce, angry, fearful, hesitant.

Before he could decide whether to get off and provide assistance, the noise from the back of the van suddenly stopped, the violently shaking vehicle returned to calm, and the whole scene instantly fell silent.

Could it be that the dozen or so henchmen in the car killed him?