A Dark Night Conducive to Murder

Tony's voice trailed off, killing intent filling his eyes, but he quickly reined it in.

As a member of the dark faction, although the strength of the Shadowkhan was unaffected by day or night, they could unleash greater power at night.

For now he could only summon ten Shadow Ninja, and just to be safe, Tony decided to wait until night fell before beginning his action.

Having made up his mind, Tony soon drifted into a deep sleep.

Having just woken up, he had experienced a series of drastic emotional swings, leaving his mind exhausted and in need of plenty of rest.

As for his own safety, he did not need to worry for the time being; since those armed kidnappers wanted him to help them build missiles, he was safe for the moment and didn't need to be too concerned about them.

Sleeping for two hours, when Tony woke up again, the sun was already close to setting.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the cave entrance, reflecting the beauty of the dusk.

A burst of footsteps suddenly came from the cave entrance, and the old man he had seen during the day walked in carrying a portion of food.

Looking at Tony sitting on the bed, the old man spoke up, "You must be hungry, eat something. Although the taste isn't much, I think you should need it."

While speaking, he placed the food in front of Tony and went back to his own business.

Looking at the dark cuisine in the bowl, Tony frowned; if the old man hadn't said this was food, he would have thought it was cement.

A bowl of grayish-black paste gave off a somewhat sour and pungent odor, and if he had a choice, Tony would rather die than eat this thing.

However, he hadn't eaten in a long time, and if he didn't replenish his energy, he couldn't even be sure if he could stand up anymore.

Hesitating for a good while, he finally pinched his nose and ate everything in the bowl.

Perhaps because of hunger, although the food was unpalatable, it wasn't hard to swallow.

When he finished eating everything in the bowl, a sliver of strength finally returned to his body.

Only then did he have the time to look at the old man.

In the plot, this old man seemed to be a talent as well; it was precisely because he performed the surgery that his predecessor had been able to survive and had the opportunity to build the Iron Man Armor.

Tony was silent for a moment, then spoke up, "Hey, old man, what's your name, and how did you end up here?"

The old man, who was flipping through a book, glanced at him and replied in a flat tone, "Yinsen. Bogul, I'm a prisoner just like you, so don't count on me to get you out."

Clearly, Yinsen still thought Tony wanted him to help him escape, and directly cut off Tony's train of thought.

At this, Tony didn't mind, nor did he continue speaking.

If this old man was willing, when the time came to leave, he wouldn't mind letting the old man tag along.

Time gradually passed, and the night grew ever darker.

Outside the cave, a cluster of black fog materialized.

Ten ninja soldiers appeared quietly and without a sound, then, like wraiths, rapidly vanished from the spot.

Tony sat on the bed, gazing at the darkness outside the cave, and couldn't help letting out an exclamation.

"A dark night, conducive to murder."

The camp of the Ten Rings wasn't very far from the cave, situated right on the mountainside.

To seal off the cave, their camp was built to wrap entirely around the mountainside, with tent after tent standing tall along the slopes.

Even though night had fallen, the camp of the Ten Rings was still brightly lit; the roar of generators echoed continuously through the dark night, and patrol squads wandered throughout the entire camp area.

Compared to ordinary evil armed forces, their vigilance was outstanding, basically eliminating the possibility of being ambushed.

If an ordinary army were to attack under the cover of night, the members of the Ten Rings would be able to react instantly.

However, what they had to face today was not an ordinary army, but the ninja legion from the Shadow Kingdom.

Although their numbers were small, totaling only ten, the strength of each individual had long since surpassed the limits of humanity.

The camp was brightly lit, but it was impossible to banish all the darkness.

Before long, a patrol squad patrolled into an area of deep darkness.

The moment this squad stepped into the darkness, pairs of crimson eyes suddenly appeared.

Instantly, the members of the patrol squad all changed expression, and one by one they opened their mouths to shout.

Plop, plop, plop-

But before they could make a sound, a succession of meat-cutting noises rang out as blades sliced through throats.

The members of the entire patrol squad felt a sharp pain at their throats as their life force rapidly drained away, and they fell to the ground one after another, turning into corpses.

As these people fell, the Shadow Ninja walked slowly out from the darkness, each dragging a corpse into the gloom.

Soon, the scene was cleaned up completely, without even a trace of blood remaining.

The entire process was silent, the coordination among the Shadow Ninja was nothing short of tacit, and slaughter slowly blossomed within the darkness.

The events taking place in this corner did not attract the attention of the Ten Rings in the slightest; the Shadow Ninja continued to lurk in the dark, bit by bit slaughtering the patrol squads within the camp.

Whenever anyone walked into the darkness, no one ever came out again.

This situation continued until midnight, when a member of the Ten Rings finally noticed something was amiss.

"Mountain Wolf, Nightingale, report in if you copy, report in if you copy!"

Inside a tent, a bald, heavy-set man holding a walkie-talkie spoke in a solemn tone.

He was the leader of the patrol squad, responsible for overall dispatch and coordination.

Just moments ago, he had suddenly received reports from the patrol squad members that several patrol teams seemed to be missing.

The bald man's first reaction was that it was impossible; the members under his command were not lacking in strength, having undergone professional military training, and even if something happened, it couldn't possibly be silent.

Yet after calling out to them repeatedly without receiving any response, he had to believe that something had happened.

An enemy had sneaked into the camp!

Realizing this, the bald man quickly spoke out, "Sound the alarm, the enemy has invaded!"

With those words, a member beside him quickly pressed the alarm button, and an urgent siren immediately sounded throughout the camp.

The camp, which had plunged into quiet, instantly sprang to life; noisy shouts erupted from various tents, and those Ten Rings members who had already rested quickly donned their gear and rushed out of their tents.

At the same time, the Shadow Ninja, who had been hiding in the darkness to hunt, instantly scattered the moment the alarm sounded.

Without needing anyone's orders, they began a massive slaughter directly inside the camp.

As weapons of slaughter, killing had already become completely ingrained in the Shadow Ninja's instincts.

Whether it was hiding in the dark to kill at the beginning, or scattering to slaughter now, it was entirely their subconscious behavior.

They would make the most advantageous moves for slaughter based on the current environment.

Soon, quite a few Ten Rings members, having just stepped out of their tents without even managing to rendezvous with their comrades, had their throats sliced open by chilling blades.