Chapter 12: I refuse to believe that with so many of us, we cannot kill him!
“Damn it, where did he go? Why can’t we find him?” Ireland’s face was extremely grim.
He never imagined that this local urban legend would prove to be such a formidable challenge.
No wonder the organization’s peripheral members were terrified whenever this guy was mentioned.
Now, they couldn’t even catch a trace of the man in black!
“Find him! You must find him!” Ireland barked.
“I refuse to believe that with so many of us, we can’t take down just one!”
As a member of the organization’s action team with a codename, Ireland’s words carried weight.
The numerous peripheral members perked up upon hearing him.
They believed that Ireland’s strength far surpassed theirs. If they couldn’t handle this urban legend, maybe Ireland could!
However, just as Ireland had issued his stern command, a voice dripping with disdain echoed from all directions.
“You can’t kill me. You really think these few people can?”
It was Nara Hikaru’s voice, seemingly omnipresent.
“To me, you’re no more threatening than bandits on the mountain!”
His words were spoken with unshakable confidence, as if stating a fact.
But to Ireland, this was a grave insult!
What mountain bandits could possibly compare to the well-trained, sharpshooting peripheral members of the organization?
Moreover, these members were led personally by the formidable Ireland himself!
Ireland’s expression darkened.
He glanced at the broadcast panel on the wall and said firmly, “Follow me. That man in black is in the broadcast room!”
“I want to see whether this half-human, half-ghost creature is truly human or a ghost! Even if he’s human, today I’ll turn him into a ghost and bury him forever in this car company!”
Clack, clack, clack.
The sound of footsteps echoed rapidly through the corridors of the car company.
Ireland led the charge, dashing toward the broadcast room.
When he reached the door, he kicked it open, rolled inside, and swept his pistol’s sights across every corner of the room.
But there was nothing there.
Yet Nara Hikaru’s voice continued to broadcast throughout the car company from the speakers.
“What’s going on? There’s no one here!”
Two peripheral members who had followed him inside murmured uncertainly.
Ireland strode to the microphone, yanked off a concealed speaker, and smashed it on the ground. He then stomped on it, snarling fiercely.
“Tricks and illusions! Is this so-called legend only good at cheap parlor tricks?”
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
Rapid gunfire echoed down the corridor.
It was the sound of a submachine gun!
Ireland whipped around.
Outside the door, a third of the black-clad peripheral members suddenly collapsed at once!
If the other members hadn’t taken cover in other rooms, Nara Hikaru, hiding in the shadows, might have wiped them out in one swift barrage with his submachine gun.
Even so, such losses made Ireland’s face grow even darker.
Peripheral members of the organization weren’t replaceable like ordinary citizens in Mikahana Town.
Training them took resources; they couldn’t be treated like cabbage to be harvested by a local urban legend. Even if they managed to kill him, the losses would surely enrage their superior!
“Why does everyone think they can kill me?”
“Your words are so foolish that I don’t even know how to explain to someone like you.”
Nara Hikaru’s voice echoed in the corridor.
“But there is one thing you need to know.”
“I have a habit of killing anyone who shoots at me, making those who do evil pay tenfold, so they regret being born into this world of wickedness!”
“Ireland, let’s see who’s faster—me killing, or you finding me!”
…Who kills faster, or who finds faster?
Such arrogance was brazen, but the man in black seemed to have the confidence to back it up.
Ireland forced himself to stay calm.
He signaled to the other peripheral members, who nodded and rushed out of the broadcast room, forming a tactical formation to guard against any sudden attacks.
Yet all they found was a submachine gun lying on the ground.
Swish—
Nara Hikaru withdrew a silenced pistol from the two stocks hanging at his waist.
He couldn’t help but think that Pisk was stingy.
All the submachine guns only had a single fully loaded magazine. Had there been extra magazines, Nara Hikaru would have changed tactics and wiped out all the peripheral members at once.
But it wasn’t too late yet.
His fingers tapped the wall behind him as he awaited the ringing of his phone.
Clack, clack, clack.
Ireland and the remaining peripheral members moved cautiously down the corridor, alert to any slightest sound, their awareness of Nara Hikaru’s danger heightened to its peak.
Suddenly, a phone rang loudly in a room behind them.
The sharpshooters instinctively turned their heads toward the sound.
Only Ireland realized it might be a trap and quickly dove to the side, hiding behind a flowerpot.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six gunshots rang out in rapid succession!
Twelve bullets flew from Nara Hikaru’s two pistols, each striking several black-clad peripheral members squarely in the forehead, leaving them lifeless on the ground, their brains spilled.
Then, before the others could react, he stepped back and vanished into the shadows again.
“That… that damn guy!”
Ireland looked at the newly fallen bodies, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.
He hadn’t even seen what the man in black looked like, yet two-thirds of his comrades had already fallen!
Such an opponent was terrifying—unbelievably so!
“Ireland, let’s get out of here! That guy isn’t human. He’s a ghost! A ghost!”
One of the other peripheral members, trembling, spoke as if his courage had fled.
Without hesitation, Ireland raised his gun and fired.
Bang!
The others didn’t see when Ireland aimed and pulled the trigger, but one peripheral member collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
“There are no ghosts in this world! Follow me!”
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