W and Hoshino set out to continue assassinating Ursus spies.
That evening, the Black Raincoats launched a surprise raid on the inn. The front door opened soundlessly, but all they saw were scattered fragments of tables and chairs, along with debris covering the floor. The four Black Raincoats lined up, nodded to one another in perfect understanding, and began cleaning up the scene.
They assassinated. They tortured confessions from people. They were living urban legends who walked through the night, ghosts of Lungmen's dark side.
They were also damn good cleaners.
The Black Raincoats did not even turn on the lights. They picked up debris, cleared away corpses, wiped the windows, changed the curtains... Their movements flowed smoothly, and twenty minutes later, this was no longer the scene of an explosion. It was merely an ordinary missing-person case.
"Who was it?"
"Possibly Mayer from Rhodes Island."
"..."
Impossible. Based on the available information, Mayer's explosions would have been far more flamboyant. She would not hide herself like an assassin.
"W."
W had appeared again. Less than three days had passed, yet the Sarkaz mercenary who had fled in a sorry state with severe injuries had already recovered enough to be this lively.
But that was fine.
They only had to find her and eliminate her without mercy, just like last time.
At this point, the Black Raincoats had yet to realize the seriousness of the situation. Following the intelligence their organization had given them, they once again began their nighttime work. There were four targets in total, and they tracked them down one by one.
Every target had been blown to pieces. Lungmen's phantom shadows spent the entire night cleaning crime scenes.
How strange.
If their faces had not been concealed in the shadows beneath their bamboo hats, their bizarre