That night.
A stronghold of the Mika organization.
Gin, who had just finished working overtime on an operation, was leisurely wiping his beloved Beretta in his office when he suddenly felt a cold wind blow by.
"Vodka, turn off the air conditioner."
"Brother, the air conditioning isn't on..."
Vodka, who was yawning, was taken aback when he heard this.
He looked around in confusion; the air conditioner's display screen was completely black, showing no sign of being turned on.
Gin frowned and looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning.
Having spent years teetering on the edge of life and death, his sixth sense had become exceptionally sharp. At this moment, his intuition was frantically sounding the alarm, and an extremely dangerous premonition surged into his heart like a tidal wave, causing his heart to beat involuntarily faster.
He lowered his gun and slowly looked up at the ceiling—which was empty except for a slightly moldy corner.
"Vodka, tomorrow's mission briefing."
"Yes, boss!" Vodka, seeing his brother suddenly change the subject, quickly took out documents from his briefcase. "The target is the armored truck from Mika Bank. According to intelligence..."
"Bang!"
"Who's there!"
Gin fired a shot at the ceiling without warning. The loud gunshot echoed in the small office, making everyone's eardrums ache.
Plaster chips fell in a flurry.
"B-Big brother, is nobody here?"
Vodka was so frightened that he scattered documents all over the floor. Looking at the empty ceiling with only a bullet hole emitting blue smoke, he felt like his brain couldn't keep up.
What happened? Where am I? What's my brother doing?
Is my brother hallucinating from working so much overtime?
Of course, he dared not say these words to his elder brother's face; he could only keep them to himself.
Gin ignored his underling's questions and stared intently at the ceiling. His intuition told him that something was watching him from there. Although he couldn't see it, the feeling of being spied on was so real that it made him very uncomfortable.
At this moment, three evil spirits were huddled together on the ceiling.
"Boss...this guy's killing intent is overwhelming..."
The evil spirit Huang shrunk into a ball.
"What are you afraid of! We're monsters!"
Amakura Midori forced himself to remain calm, staring at Gin below.
As the hardest-working employee at the distillery, Gin has carried out countless dangerous missions and has taken countless lives. His intense killing intent is enough to frighten even Conan, the "Grim Reaper," into not daring to move.
These ordinary little monsters dared not approach the opponent easily in the face of such powerful killing intent.
The three demons pondered for a long time inside the ventilation duct, but the intense killing intent emanating from Gin prevented them from making any rash moves.
"Boss... how about we change our target?"
Amakura Akashi offered his suggestion.
The demon's green eyes darted around: "That's right, Master said we should proceed step by step... Let's scare the others first!"
...
The rest area of the outpost was dimly lit.
Several lower-level members were sitting around a dilapidated table, playing cards and drinking noisily, enjoying a brief moment of relaxation.
"Haha! I won again!"
A bald man with a face full of scars laughed as he collected the money, counting it while teasing the others: "You guys are all so weak today, didn't you sleep well last night?"
However, before the laughter subsided, something strange happened.
Suddenly, the playing cards on the table moved on their own, as if controlled by an invisible hand, slowly arranging and combining in the air, eventually forming a striking character for "death".
"W-What's going on?!"
The bald man stood up in terror, and the next second, his tie suddenly tightened around his neck, suspending him in mid-air.
"Help...me..." His face turned purple, and his legs kicked wildly.
The other members were taken aback by this sudden turn of events. After a moment of stunned silence, they rushed forward in a flurry, eager to help rescue the bald man.
But as they approached, they saw a distorted, ghostly face slowly appear in the void behind the bald man—greenish-blue skin, bulging eyes, and a mouth that stretched to his ears.
"Waaaaaah!"
"What the hell is this thing?"
"He...he's attacking Baben..."
The sudden appearance of the green demon instantly ignited everyone's fear—a fear that originated from the deepest part of their hearts, like opening Pandora's box, plunging everyone into extreme panic.
Without the slightest hesitation, everyone turned and ran as fast as they could, like madmen.
In this world, nobody's loyal to anyone.
Seriously, who among us has ever seen anything like this before?
The green demon gleefully inhaled the terrifying black mist emanating from the surroundings, then stabbed the bald man in its hand through the chest with a claw, splattering blood onto the monitor screen and setting the stage for the performance to come.
Don't be fooled by how silly and cute they seem next to Yuzuru Hanyu; it's only because Yuzuru Hanyu has suppressed their inner bloodlust.
It is important to understand that demons, monsters, and evil spirits were ruthless killers in ancient myths and legends. Their bloodshed and brutality are the root of the deep fear that has remained in the hearts of mankind for thousands of years.
...
Inside the weapons room.
Chianti was maintaining her sniper rifle when she suddenly heard screams coming from outside.
"What the hell?" She frowned as she opened the door, only to bump into an organization member covered in blood.
"Run! There's a monster—" Before the man could finish speaking, a thin, ghostly hand emerged from behind him and crushed his heart.
Chianti's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.
She saw the Heavenly Evil Ghost Red floating behind the corpse. The thing grinned at her, revealing a mouthful of shark-like sharp teeth.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Her professional killer instincts made her instantly draw her pistol and fire three shots. The bullets passed through the body of the demon Kurenai, leaving bullet holes in the wall, but had no effect on the monster.
"This is impossible..."
Chianti took a step back, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. In her mind, there was nothing that bullets couldn't solve, but now, this monster had shattered her understanding.
The red-haired demon slowly floated closer, enjoying the growing fear in her eyes: "Human toys are useless to us~"
In the past, there were professions such as Onmyoji and Exorcists who fought against and kept these monsters in check, making them wary of them.
But as time went by, the spiritual energy gradually dissipated, and those once glorious professions gradually disappeared into the dust of history.
In this era, monsters are an unsolvable problem.
For ordinary people and assassins, there is no fundamental difference when facing monsters; they can only choose to run away desperately or silently pray that the monster will not harm them.
Blood splattered like ink across the organization's corridor walls, making the already gloomy stronghold even more terrifying.
And this terrifying farce has only just begun...
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