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Blood and screams filled the front hall, and the situation was completely out of control, beyond everyone's expectations.

It took less than five minutes for everyone to go from the initial naive idea of ​​being careful with their actions to the current desperate resistance. And in just these five minutes, nearly half of the people in the hall died.

Joseph had been carefully walking on the edge of the battlefield, madly spitting at his former partner as the culprit. He had never thought that such a thing would happen when he came to attend a meeting.

“Boom——”

A dull sound was heard, and someone took advantage of the opportunity when Grappa was attacking others to go behind him and hit Grappa's body hard with the corner of a chair.

However, it had no effect at all. The huge impact didn't even cause Grappa's movements to sluggish a bit.

Even if it has the ability to repair itself, and with the help of a drug whose exact effect is unknown, it shouldn't be such a big impact that there would be no pain at all.

If there really isn't one, then grappa...is really a weapon through and through.

Joseph actually felt a subtle sympathy in his heart, but then, accompanied by a more violent thump, Grappa grabbed the chair with his backhand, kicked the attacker directly to the ground, and then lifted the chair and smashed it down on the attacker's head.

With a "crack" sound, something shattered, accompanied by red and white liquid spurting out, and Joseph's sympathy immediately shifted to the attacker.

It's so terrible.

Joseph remembered the identity of this man. He was no stranger to him. He was the second in command of the Chicago base and was a guy who came from a sniper family.

It is said that he once had a glorious record of killing an FBI agent with one gun. Even when he gradually became the leader in the later period, he did not neglect training. Compared with the current person in charge of Chicago, the wastegener who accidentally inherited the position, this second-in-command was more like the controller of the base. However, at this time, he was forced to face a large killer with his bare hands and was hit to death by a chair at the organization's headquarters. It was too tragic.

But soon, he no longer had time to feel sorry for others.

The killer who had just cleaned up the surroundings suddenly turned around and stared at him. Joseph wailed in his heart, but when he turned around, he saw Ka, who had been on standby since the beginning, suddenly appeared from behind Grappa, holding a silver dagger and stabbed Grappa's neck accurately.

"I knew you must have hidden something here!" Joseph yelled, "You brought it so you can, but why did you have the time to inject stimulants into this thing? Are you sick and looking for death?"

"I only brought a dagger." Ka explained as he threw something to Joseph. Feeling the familiar touch, Joseph heard the other party add, "I brought two."

Very good, it is something that Ka can do.

Joseph, holding a dagger, immediately became alert to Grappa in front of him. The dagger that was stabbed in the back of the opponent's neck had not been pulled out, and the man fell to the ground, struggling weakly. Seeing this, Ka took a few steps forward. Such a fatal position made him sure that the opponent had no chance of survival, but Grappa's special situation made him highly alert.

"So what's going on with him now?" Joseph, who looked much tougher after having a weapon, asked quickly.

"Do you think I would do such a stupid thing that would hurt others and not benefit myself?" Ka's explanation made Joseph understand instantly that Ka would definitely do things that would hurt others, but it was unlikely that he would do things that would not benefit himself.

Ka didn't say anything else. He walked straight to Grappa and prepared to draw his dagger to stab him a few more times, but suddenly he froze.

A hand grabbed the dagger faster than he was, then pulled it out fiercely and stabbed it into Ka's neck.

"How on earth did they create this monster?!"

Ka couldn't help but curse. Everything he saw was completely unreasonable. He barely avoided the attack, but his usually rational brain was in chaos.

"Even if I don't die, I can't do it in this kind of pain..."

He felt a pain in his chest before he could finish his words. Grapa stabbed him with the dagger again, hitting him precisely in the heart. His gray-green eyes did not waver at all.

It doesn't hurt much...

Noel answered smoothly in his mind. He didn't know when his perception of pain started to become weaker and weaker. It might have been during the previous mission to steal data, or when Gin roughly stuffed him into the box last time. But no matter what, this was not a bad thing for Noel now. Ignoring pain + instant recovery was a perfect combination.

Looking at Ka falling down in front of him, the expression on his face was full of disbelief, mixed with the pain, which made him look a little grim. On the other side, there were not many people left who could stand up, including Joseph. As the person in charge, he naturally knew that there were a total of seventy-three representatives participating, and now there were less than half left, or one third?

Moreover, several of the ones with the highest martial power had already been wiped out by himself.

Thinking of this, Noel's lips curled up into a smile, but he didn't know that he was now covered in blood. Even though the wound on his head from the previous sneak attack had been repaired, blood was still flowing from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. He looked no more normal than a dead body.

To those who are still alive, this scene is a death notice.

Obviously, some people had given up, especially after Grappa got the dagger, everyone realized that what was waiting for them next was not a fight, but a massacre.

With nowhere to retreat, Joseph was finally forced to confront Grappa. He observed the opponent with a dagger in his hand and suddenly remembered Ka's words.

Indeed, given Ka's cautious character, it is hard to imagine that he would do such a stupid thing, especially to get himself killed. But if it wasn't Grappa, then who was it? It couldn't be Grappa himself...

Joseph was stunned when he thought of this. If it wasn't Ka, then it could only be Grappa. But why, he couldn't understand it at all. Could it be that the boss secretly wanted everyone to die here so that he could seize power? But it couldn't be so direct. But if it wasn't like this... Was it just Grappa who wanted to kill people, or wanted revenge?

“Boom——”

Joseph barely dodged the chair that was flying in the air. Looking at Grappa, a bold idea came to his mind. He asked, "Grappa, do you want to...?"

Before he could finish his words, blood spurted out from Joseph's neck. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He looked at Grappa and saw that what he stabbed reflexively was a dagger, not some soft cotton that would not cause any harm. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and closed his eyes.

He heard Grappa say in his ear:

"You guessed it right, so you're going to die."

———

Until the last person fell to the ground, Noel looked at the hellish scene he had created with his own hands, feeling a little dazed. As the effect of the drug gradually wore off, fatigue from deep inside his body made him almost unable to stand.

The few people lying on the ground were still breathing weakly. Even though they vaguely realized that Grappa had gradually reached his limit, they were so frightened that they dared only to pretend to be dead, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.

Noel reached out to wipe the blood covering his eyes, stared out the door, and estimated his remaining strength.

Well, I feel like I can take at least one more away. I hope it's trash. At worst, gin will do, Jägermeister or rum can also barely survive, and it's a third prize. Touko's personality shouldn't allow her to move forward, otherwise it would be no fun if she was killed by mistake. Vermouth will definitely help, and Silvaner... not yet.

So the moment the door opened, he threw the dagger with all his might to test his luck.

Then he forced his eyes open, saw the fallen figure, and sneered in his heart.

Third prize, feeling neither up nor down, and then fell to the ground due to physical exhaustion.

The senior executives stood there, either out of caution or simply frightened, and they did not move for a while, until Gin took the lead and walked forward. He ignored the corpses and debris along the way, and walked straight towards Grappa on the blood that was about to dry up.

"I didn't expect..." Gin looked at the motionless person on the ground, stretched out his hand and grabbed the other person's collar. The blood had soaked the clothes and even the hair had condensed into strands. The corpse-like appearance made Gin frown.

"puff--"

The sound of the dagger piercing into flesh was heard. Noel suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Gin's arm tightly. He stabbed the other dagger hidden in his wrist into Gin's abdomen. His weak voice could not hide his happy words. His gray-green eyes burned with wanton fire. He asked:

"How did I do this time? Was it enough to kill you?"

Gin reflexively pushed the person away, and Noel, who was completely pushed to the limit, fell to the ground without any resistance and closed his eyes.

Gin looked down at the dagger in his abdomen. Behind him, the others screamed in panic. He suddenly remembered their first encounter.

Indeed... there is progress.