One of the organization members was running frantically when suddenly, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his neck, he was lifted into the air.
His limbs twisted grotesquely, his bones cracking with a sickening sound, and finally, with a "crack," his head turned 180 degrees to his back, a truly gruesome death.
In the office, Gin and Vodka witnessed everything through the surveillance cameras.
The monsters' primary task was to instill fear in Gin, so when attacking ordinary members, they would occasionally emerge from their stealth state and reveal their terrifying forms without reservation.
"B-Big brother... what are those things?" Vodka's voice trembled, his eyes behind his sunglasses filled with terror.
Despite being a muscular man, he's actually terrified of ghosts.
The things that appeared on the monitor screen now perfectly matched the monsters and demons he imagined when reading ghost stories, which brought his fear to its peak.
Gin stared intently at the screen, his face beneath his silver hair terribly grim.
His gaze was fixed on the little yellow imp sitting on the drum on the screen, watching it swing its hammer and smash it heavily into a member's chest, leaving a deep indentation. The imp's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.
"Bang!"
Gin suddenly raised his hand and shattered the surveillance screen with a single shot.
"Walk."
He gave the brief command, his voice colder than usual.
"Huh? Aren't we going to just leave them alone?" Vodka asked in surprise.
Gin gave him a cold glance: "How do you plan to deal with something that bullets can't hit?"
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
As a key figure in the organization, Gin quickly analyzed the available information and concluded that these strange things that suddenly appeared at the base were definitely not something they could handle at present.
He needed to get out of this terrible place alive first, figure out what these monsters were, before he could make other plans.
As for the other members of the stronghold.
They had no choice but to stay and risk their lives to gather intelligence for them.
Just as Vodka realized what was happening and was about to leave with his older brother, the office door suddenly creaked open by itself.
There was no one outside the door, only the corridor lights flickering on and off.
"Big...Big Brother..." Vodka's voice trembled uncontrollably.
Gin narrowed his eyes, pointing his Beretta at the doorway.
His intuition, honed by years of walking the line between life and death, told him that something was there—though invisible to the naked eye, its dangerous aura was palpable.
Hehehe...
A burst of childlike laughter echoed in the empty corridor.
The green demon slowly materialized, its green skin appearing particularly eerie under the stark white light. It floated in mid-air, tilting its head to scrutinize the two.
"Can you...see me?" it asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, yet it carried an eerie undertone.
Vodka let out a scream that sounded inhuman and collapsed to the ground. Gin pulled the trigger without hesitation; the bullet pierced the demon's body, leaving a bullet hole in the wall.
"It's useless~" the green-haired demon continued to chuckle, its voice growing increasingly shrill. "Human weapons can't hurt us~"
Gin's pupils contracted slightly, but his expression remained calm.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, looking for possible escape routes.
"Big brother! Behind, behind!"
Vodka pointed to the window and shouted in terror.
Gin whirled around and saw the Red and Yellow Amanojaku clinging to the window, their distorted faces pressed against the glass, emitting giggling laughter. Their fingernails scraped against the glass, making a chilling sound.
"Vodka, smoke bombs," Gin commanded in a low voice.
Vodka, his hands trembling, pulled a smoke bomb from his pocket, which Gin snatched away, pulled the pin, and threw it towards the door.
Thick smoke instantly filled the corridor. He grabbed Vodka by the collar and kicked open the door to the backup escape route.
"run!"
The two stumbled down the stairs, followed by the ear-piercing laughter of the demons.
"Run faster!"
"We're coming to get you!"
"If we catch you, we'll rip your guts out and make you jump rope!"
Vodka was almost in tears: "Brother! What are those things?!"
Gin didn't answer, but quickened his pace.
As they rushed out of the building, the laughter of the Amanojaku still echoed inside, accompanied by the shrill screams of other members of the organization.
Once inside the Porsche 356A, Gin floored the accelerator, and the car shot off like an arrow. Only after driving several kilometers and confirming that the creatures weren't chasing him did he begin to relax.
Vodka slumped in the passenger seat, his shirt soaked with cold sweat: "B-Big Brother... what should we do?"
Gin trembled as he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and the nicotine's stimulation calmed him down slightly. His long silver hair gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and his eyes were sharper than ever.
“Investigate,” he said curtly. “Find out exactly what these are, and... how to kill them.”
After saying that, he stepped on the gas, and the car sped away again, disappearing into the vast night, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.
...
Meanwhile, at the Mihana Grand Hotel, the penthouse suite.
A glamorous figure, wrapped in a silk bathrobe, swirled a glass of red wine and languidly gazed at the screen before her.
She had already seen the organization's tragic state through surveillance cameras.
Even the ruthless Thousand-Faced Witch couldn't help but feel uncomfortable seeing the bloody scene caused by the monsters.
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