Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 316 008. Counter-Terrorism (Part 3)

"Lord Martial Prime Minister, did you save us?"

"They've gone completely mad! They've stopped at nothing!"

"Why are enemy helicopters and explosives able to evade our airspace's heavy detection?"

Everyone was talking about it.

"Everyone, please calm down."

The military prime minister, with a calm expression, raised his hand and covered his palm, and said.

Everyone wisely kept quiet.

"It doesn't matter how this attack went; now we should move on to the main event of the day."

The old man looked relaxed, showing no sign of worry about the situation outside.

Doesn't matter? What does that mean?
Some people are unaware of the situation.

Kato Ren's eyes widened slightly from their smiling state as he said:
"Alright, let's start the spring cleaning."

Some people still didn't understand what it meant, but many who had been silent from beginning to end suddenly sprang up and stabbed the White Walkers in the chest and ribs with their short curved blades.

Suddenly, the shadows began to move.

With perfect unison, they slashed throats and cut necks, leaving many no chance to react before their trachea was severed. At the same time, a single blow would break the back of their neck bones, completely severing their central nervous system.

Blood splattered, and cries of agony filled the air.

Some of the more wary White Walkers reacted quickly, glaring and dodging, their faces cold, wary of their comrades suddenly handing them knives.

They exuded a powerful aura, each with different abilities, but they were still strong in terms of combat power.

Three or four figures flew and crisscrossed, their movements swift, forming an encirclement.

"Are these assassins the 'Executioners'?" The powerful White Walker surveyed the surroundings, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"As expected of the Martial Prime Minister, it seems he discovered us long ago."

He tugged at his cumbersome tie; his suit could barely hold up his bulging muscles.

There are many different kinds of people that the organization has planted within the White Walkers.

Aside from the loyalists trained by the organization, many of them were not truly loyal to the organization; their relationship was merely an unequal exchange, or even just corrupt officials who were indebted to the organization.

In this complex relationship, not everyone is of one mind.

Therefore, only those with top-tier strength and a death wish can truly put up a fight.

This group of people is the target of the "Executioners" private assassination squad.

Despite being dressed in suits, this group of people were incredibly agile. Their bizarre magnetic levitation weapons spun at high speed, sweeping in all directions and severing flesh in two.

"You little brats who are less than a hundred years old think you can take me down? You're too arrogant!"

A demon bared its teeth, revealing a ferocious expression. The five-hundred-year-old decree seemed almost tangible, about to burst through the body, but then the demon found itself spontaneously combusting.

"This—?" He looked down at his body in surprise.

"Unable to use the command words?"

Suddenly, he realized what was happening and looked at Kato Ren, only to be met with the old man's subtle smile.

"In my destiny, using the words of destiny will set me ablaze."

Wu Xiang explained gently.

The Otherworlder didn't hear it, because in the instant he was distracted, the magnetic levitation blade flashed past, and his head and body were separated.

Such scenes occur frequently in the cramped Crimson Lotus Hell.

Amidst the chaos and cries of agony, many members of parliament were captured; those who surrendered had their limbs broken, while those who resisted were killed without mercy.

Chi Xingluan stared at the bloody scene before him, his face sinking into the water.

He wasn't too surprised.

Even at the start of the meeting, sensing the unusual atmosphere, he knew this trip was fraught with danger.

He was simply curious about how those who were truly at the top of the White Walkers would deal with the organization's intrusion.

The answer is at hand.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Kato Ren truly lived up to his reputation as a contemporary tycoon; the old man's authority and ruthlessness were equally renowned, and he increasingly felt that they were the same kind of people.

His inner thoughts are unfathomable, and his appearance is deceitful and scheming.

Playing against smart people is very interesting.

Chi Xingluan's eyes were indifferent, and he remained unmoved as blood splattered on his face.

No one attacked him.

He acted like a calm and objective third party, watching as the White Walkers cooperated to dismember and chew up the organization's assassins.

Chi Xingluan harbored no illusions.

He didn't think he had concealed his identity very cleverly.

If the executioner attacked him, he might feel more at ease, but the current situation is clearly one of differential treatment, which indicates a more troublesome situation—the military minister knows his special status.

Chi Xingluan remained motionless because he knew that all he could do now was wait.

The spring cleaning was completed very quickly.

Before long, to the bewildered looks of the unsuspecting councilors, the arbitrators knelt before Kato Ren to report their findings.

They were bewildered and fearful, standing numbly in the crowd or hiding far away, watching the executioner.

"A total of forty-three heads were severed, and seventy-three people were killed."

"Master Wu Xiang..."

Some of the White Walkers clearly had a trembling voice.

From beginning to end, the old man simply watched them slaughter in silence.

Unable to utter their commands, the White Walkers, when faced with the executioners, are like trapped beasts fighting in a cage; whether lions or tigers, they are ultimately no match for packs of hyenas.

Kato Ren looked around at the remaining four hundred or so people and finally smiled.

"Alright, the cleaning is finished. This place is much cleaner now."

He immediately gave an apologetic smile, patted his head, and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry. I didn't explain this to you beforehand because I was afraid of leaks. If we don't clean up the mole, the next operation will be much more troublesome. Of course, those who remain now are all true confidants. I'm sorry you were frightened."

Wu Xiang turned around and looked beyond the black and red flames. The shattered walls were covered with black ash, and the ruins made it clear that they were still in the midst of a terrorist attack.

"The organization's attack methods are really clumsy, but in doing so, it's tantamount to declaring war on our clan. This is a real headache."

The old man's tone remained unchanged, giving off a nonchalant and lazy feeling.

"I, an old man, don't like fighting and killing."

Wu Xiang slightly closed his folding fan, tucked it behind his back, and stood with his hands behind his back. This thin, frail old man, just by standing there, exuded a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

"But please rest assured, while they were attacking us, our soldiers were already fully mobilized to search for and wipe out the remnants of the organization in the large and small counties, cities and towns of the 16th District. I believe that soon, we will be able to destroy many strongholds."

"After today, this organization that blatantly violates world order will be the number one enemy of social civilization. If there are any short-sighted people who want to support and help it again, they will have to think twice about whether they are risking the wrath of the world."

Upon hearing this, the members of parliament who had not been involved in the incident looked horrified.

The Prime Minister's meaning was quite clear; any intelligent person could understand it.

The organization is definitely going to take the blame this time.

Once exposed to the public eye, darkness loses its privilege of remaining hidden.

However—the Prime Minister's decision was simply too insane!
He personally orchestrated the bombing of the building, pinning the blame on the organization. He also used the terrorist attack to pull the organization out of the shadows in the most brutal way, making even the rivals behind the scenes hesitant to act.

Incidentally, the terrorist attack also conveniently eliminated all the traitors.

Even their deaths were justified.

(End of this chapter)