Assassination and Struggle

The atmosphere in the conference room remained tense.

The weighty strategic plan on the table would all but decide whether many Neo Marines soldiers lived or died.

Every officer was anxiously discussing their next steps, an unwavering resolve in their eyes.

Yet that heavy atmosphere did not last long.

Just then, several faint silhouettes quietly appeared, as though emerging from thin air, and approached the heavily guarded conference room without a sound.

They wore black clothes and conical hats, and a chilling aura radiated from them.

Their movements were light and precise, as though they were long accustomed to stealth and assassination.

Every step along the corridor, every slight shift as they passed through the shadows, was under their control.

Their leader was tall. He moved lightly and rhythmically through one blind spot after another, his eyes fixed ahead.

He extended his right hand and made a small gesture, then turned and silently vanished into the depths of the darkness.

The others immediately scattered, each slipping away in a different direction.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow. Their objective was clear and singular: enter the conference room and swiftly eliminate every target.

Inside the Neo Marines Base, the soldiers on patrol continued making their rounds, oblivious to anything amiss.

A figure flashed through an empty corridor, then vanished behind a door to one side without a trace.

Another dark figure glided through the shadows, footsteps almost silent.

Every slight movement was enough to send a chill down one's spine.

Inside the conference room, the heated discussion continued. Huo Shaoshan had barely finished speaking when several dark figures appeared at the entrance almost simultaneously.

Whoosh...

The lead assassin immediately closed in on a soldier standing guard. His short blade struck swiftly, slitting the soldier's throat in an