Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 286 You're on the list too.
When the men in black were killing David, they showed no regard for the feelings of the companion who was tightly bound to David.

The long-handled metal spikes and blades pierced through David's torso, and also through the body of the dying man in black.

The same applies to bullets.

……

No matter how David struggled, his body had lost its footing, his ankles had been cut open, and the spikes that pierced his limbs were even barbed, with ropes at the ends. Several men in black stood at different angles, pulling on the metal chains to hold David firmly in place.

Until the long-awaited serrated blade severed David's head.

This hunt is finally over...

...

The men in black silently put away their weapons.

The leader untied the barbed wire and pushed David's severed limbs off his companion.

Incredibly, the man in black, whose body was riddled with wounds, still had a breath left.

He lay on his back on the cold, cracked ground.

With each breath, blood kept gushing from his mouth.

No one knows the extent of the terrible pain he was enduring at that moment.

But his face was calmer than anyone else's.

His gaze was fixed on the gloomy sky, raindrops pattering against his face, but they couldn't wash away the sticky bloodstains.

……

The men in black surrounded their dying companion, slowly removing their hats as a sign of respect.

The one going to his death, under the watchful eyes of his companions, his pupils gradually dilated, staring blankly at the sky from beginning to end, mumbling incoherently from his mouth, which was constantly gushing blood and foam:

Even in the long night, I can still see the moonlight.

"—This is the right path."

His pupils gradually became lifeless.

The remaining men in black around them also repeated in a deep voice the last words their companion had uttered before his death—"This is the righteous path."

Then they put on their hats.

……

With this, the hunt for Ifrem came to a complete end.

The rain continued to wash over the neighborhood, but it could not erase the bloody traces left by the hunt.

These people are all mortals, only more fearless of evil than normal people.

If the most conservative hunting methods are adopted, it will be difficult for them to complete this hunt in a short period of time, given their capabilities.

Perhaps this was part of the hunting plan from the very beginning, a one-for-one exchange to completely eliminate Ifrem.

Furthermore, in their understanding, one for one was a completely worthwhile exchange, including the one facing death, which is why he was able to leave so peacefully.

……

Is this the power of faith?

"If you ask me, we could have just shot them dead earlier and avoided all this trouble. Why bother with all those fancy rituals? Don't you know that many villains die because of these pointless, procedural pronouncements?"

A sudden sound broke the somber atmosphere of the scene.

The men in black turned their heads and saw a man dressed in black, but wearing a tricorn hat, walking briskly out from the street corner through the rain.

This person was none other than Milo, who had witnessed the entire hunt.

Through the seven members of the Exiled Shadows lurking in the shadows, Milo was now certain that all the unfamiliar men in black in this area were on the street right below.

There were five people on the other side, including the one lying on the ground who had bravely faced death.

"Do we need to go through the formalities of introducing ourselves, or should we just start fighting?" Milo pulled his hands out from under his trench coat, a revolver in his left hand and a Bowie knife in his right, and stopped in front of the four men in black.

He had no time to sympathize with these assassins of unknown origin. Although the scene just now was indeed shocking, Milo would not forget what his mission was tonight.

……

The four opponents seemed completely unsurprised by Milo's appearance.

They remained absolutely calm and focused throughout.

The man in black, wielding a serrated folding knife, stared at Milo for two seconds before calmly saying:
"No need, you're on the list too."

Milo grinned. "That's good."

……

Swish! ! !
On the dark streets, the sounds of blades slicing and gunshots rang out again through the rain.

However, this time the prey the black-clad assassins faced was far beyond anything the hideous David could ever hope to match.

Although they raised their guns and fired at Milo as quickly as possible, by the time the bullets burst out and tore through the mist of rain, Milo had already disappeared.

After several shots missed, Milo's shadow appeared like a ghost behind the group.

Bang bang bang! !
He quickly turned the revolver hammer with the knife handle, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and fired four shots in less than a second, each one hitting the man in black precisely in the back of the heart.

But Milo miscalculated.

These guys were actually carrying steel plates under their trench coats to protect their torsos.

Because he heard the dull thud of the bullet striking metal.

Come on...

With his final two shots, Milo fired directly into the leg of the man in black closest to him.

Boom!

At this point, all six bullets in the magazine had been fired.

Perhaps in other combat scenarios, Milo could find time to change the revolver magazine, but these guys in front of him were clearly experts in firearms combat, and they wouldn't give Milo those few seconds of breathing room.

With the Milo's ammunition magazine cleared, chains, blades, spikes, and other melee weapons rained down on Milo!

……

These guys went crazy and chose to engage Milo in close combat.

But with David's unfortunate experience as a cautionary tale, Milo knew very well that these guys were carrying those metal wire mesh weapons, so he naturally wouldn't give them a chance to trade one for one.

"Get out of the way."

Milo easily kicked the first man in black who approached him away. The man's barbed wire caught nothing and instead got tangled up in his own wire, forcing him to manually release the wire's retracting mechanism.

Then, Milo quickly created space and dodged the swing of that ridiculously large, serrated sword.

The instant his opponent's attack missed, Milo's Boyd Blade was already at his feet!

boom! !

The blades clashed.

Although the Bowie knife was far lighter than the folding polearm in the opponent's hand, the terrifying wrist strength applied to the Bowie knife made up for this deficiency. With sheer force, Milo directly knocked the opponent to the ground. The black-clad man, who was trying to withstand the blow, made a terrifying cracking sound as his weapon's long handle hung on his shoulder, instantly dislocating his shoulder joint.

As for the last man in black who rushed up, before he could even launch any effective attack, Milo turned around and pressed the barrel of his revolver against his chin.

Click...

"The chambers have already been replaced."

Milo offered a friendly reminder.

(End of this chapter)