Utmost Humiliation

Tony's voice faded, and instantly, a patch of shadows on the ground surged and poured out toward the outside of the villa.

Jill was a Level 6 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., belonging to the elite among elites. He had executed many missions to assassinate dignitaries of hostile nations without a single failure.

Now he was just one level away from becoming a Level 7 Agent in the upper echelons of S.H.I.E.L.D. Therefore, after the higher-ups issued the mission, he actively applied for this operation precisely to accumulate a bit more merit and promote himself to the upper ranks faster.

Although the target they were about to capture this time was Tony, who was famous in New York, he did not feel the slightest bit of worry.

With so many of their elite agents making a move together, let alone a playboy, even the president of the United States could be taken down.

So, in his view, this mission was completely a gift of merit.

Holding a relaxed mindset, Jill quickly approached Tony's villa, having already planned out his route of action.

Later on, I'll just smash straight through the window and drop a "You're under arrest." That's bound to feel pretty cool.

Thinking this in his heart, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He felt as though he could already see the medals of honor beckoning to him.

Soon, he arrived at the perimeter of the villa. Just as he was preparing to enter, a shadow suddenly blocked the light behind his back.

"What is that?"

Muttering a somewhat puzzled question, Jill subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

Immediately, a figure completely wrapped in a black robe, with hands and feet shaped like sharp blades, appeared before his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Jill quickly spoke to inquire, wanting at the same time to immediately swivel his muzzle to aim at the figure.

As an elite agent, he believed he could subdue the opponent before they could react.

Yet very quickly, he discovered something was wrong. Why was he flying? And why weren't his hands and feet listening to him either? Could he have been poisoned?

Thinking with a heart full of confusion, as his line of sight shifted from high to low, a familiar figure abruptly came into his view.

Who is this? Feels so familiar. Where did his head go? How come there's only a torso left?

A succession of doubts kept welling up, but very soon, he realized that the headless corpse seemed to be his own. No wonder it felt so familiar.

At this thought, his consciousness instantly plunged into darkness.

All of this took a long time to tell, but everything happened in a flash. The moment Jill approached the villa, the Blade Ninja Legion, having received their orders, had already launched their attack.

A sharp claw slashed an arc through midair, directly beheading him. However, the Blade Ninja's speed was too fast and the claws were too sharp, causing him to not feel the slightest bit of pain at all until his head landed on the ground and he woke up to realize he was dead.

And the scene unfolding here was at this moment merely a microcosm. As the Blade Ninja Legion sortied, more than half of the S.H.I.E.L.D. members were already decimated before they even approached the villa.

The elusive Blade Ninja Legion pushed the art of assassination to its absolute peak. Most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents lost their lives before they even had time to react.

Yet elites were elites after all. Once their casualties exceeded half, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents also reacted one after another.

Right away, they no longer cared about hiding their tracks and shouted out warnings to those around them.

After receiving the warnings, the assassination difficulty for the Blade Ninja Legion increased greatly. However, as a combat-born branch, assassination was merely one of the methods they chose to complete their mission, not the only choice.

Seeing their assassination plan obstructed, the Blade Ninja Legion decisively altered their combat strategy and engaged the enemy head-on.

One black figure after another slowly walked out from the darkness outside the villa, their crimson pupils radiating astonishing killing intent as they stared fixedly at the group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Under the gaze of the Blade Ninja Legion, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who prided themselves on being elites, only felt a surge of inexplicable fear rise in their hearts.

Accustomed to boasting of their own fearlessness, facing the dark legion at this moment, they felt as though their entire bodies had plunged into hell-frozen stiff, hands and feet trembling, their combat power directly suppressed by two whole tiers.

As Dark Creatures, their very existence brought fear to others, especially to ordinary people; the dark aura they radiated was enough to strip away all ability to resist.

The fact that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s crowd could still maintain a certain level of combat capability already rendered them worthy of the elite title.

Even so, retaining a measure of combat capability proved utterly useless at this moment.

Once the encirclement was complete, the Blade Ninja Legion launched an immediate assault.

The speed of every single Blade Ninja rivaled that of a leopard. Under their full-force onslaught, the S.H.I.E.L.D. members were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, able only to stay in place and await the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

It was not as though they failed to resist; the moment the Blade Ninja Legion launched their attack, all S.H.I.E.L.D. members had subconsciously opened fire.

In the dead of night, fierce gunfire rang out incessantly. Quite a few Blade Ninjas were unable to dodge in time and were blasted directly into black mist by gunshots.

Yet none of this mattered at all. As immortal Dark Creatures, so long as the Shadow Kingdom endured, they could regenerate endlessly within the Shadow Kingdom.

Thus, after fighting for a long time, the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel finally discovered that not only were the enemies not decreasing in the slightest, but they were actually multiplying the longer the fight went on.

This spectacle thoroughly shattered the resistance will of everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.

The gunfire, which had previously been rather dense, rapidly thinned out, and quite a few people began scrambling to find opportunities to slip away.

After all, the job belonged to the government, but their lives belonged to themselves. Aside from a small minority, the vast majority cared more about their own little necks.

Therefore, upon discovering that they fundamentally had no way to eliminate the Blade Ninjas, a large batch of people chose to flee.

As this faction abandoned resistance, those who were already lacking in defensive strength marched straight toward the abyss of despair.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who held their ground were beheaded one by one.

Those who took the opportunity to run away were likewise hunted down by the Blade Ninja Legion one by one.

Soon, the perimeter of Tony's villa transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse, with fresh blood permeating the air and flesh scattered everywhere.

The thick stench of blood filled the atmosphere, making one want to retch.

One kilometer away, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. temporary command post, Pierce stared at the scene displayed on the surveillance monitor, his complexion turning incomparably livid-as unsightly as it could possibly be.

Not just him, but the others inside the command room as well were left wearing expressions of utter dumbfounding shock.

They had anticipated that the operation might not go smoothly, but they had never imagined that their S.H.I.E.L.D. elite force would actually be wiped out completely by someone!

That wasn't one or two people, but a full hundred-plus.

Having lost this batch of elites, one could easily foresee that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strength would inevitably plummet in the short term.

"Can anyone tell me what is going on here?"

"Our S.H.I.E.L.D. elites, handpicked through rigorous selection, were actually wiped out in one go."

"Utmost humiliation! This is simply the utmost humiliation!"

Pierce roared continuously, the look of anguish on his face entirely devoid of pretense.

Although he was a Hydra mole, he was also S.H.I.E.L.D.'s supreme commander. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s losses were his losses; how could he possibly remain calm?