Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 159 The Texans and the Ryoma Family

Three minutes ago.

Genji Heavy Industries, first floor reception hall.

As noon approached, the number of visitors gradually decreased. Ms. Morihisa, who was in charge of the front desk, took out her own bento box and chatted with her newly transferred colleague.

"Ms. Xun, have you handled similar cases before? You seem very familiar with them."

"Hehe, it's alright. I used to work in the Ground Self-Defense Force with the head of the family, doing clerical work. There were a lot of documents to process every day."

"Wow, Genichiro-sama? He seems like a very serious person." Ms. Morihisa immediately asked with sparkling eyes, "Will you have any military missions while you're there?"

"Actually, it's just a nominal position. The official post is just an external one. We people are more loyal to our families. But what you said is true. I went to Afghanistan once before, but it wasn't a military mission. I went to see my brother. He got into some trouble there," Miss Xun said with a smile.

"Does Miss Xun have a younger brother?"

"He's my biological younger brother. These kinds of little boys are so annoying. All they do is cause trouble. They cause small trouble when they're young, and big trouble when they grow up. In the end, they have to rely on others to clean up their messes... Sigh, I remember you have a younger brother, Ms. Morihisa."

Although Ryoma Kaoru was complaining, his smile grew even brighter, as radiant as the sun.

"Yes, yes, Yusuke is also a troublemaker." Ms. Morihisa paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed.

"Oh, by the way, Ms. Morihisa, were there temporary parking spots set up on the roadside near the family building before?" Ms. Kaoru suddenly asked.

"Huh? I don't think so. This is a busy area. You'll get a ticket if you park on the side of the road for more than five minutes." Ms. Morihisa picked up a piece of lotus root from her lunchbox and put it in her mouth.

"Is this so..."

Miss Xun squinted at the vans that had been parked on the roadside for six minutes at the end of the green belt. After a moment of contemplation, she pressed the one-touch dial button on her landline, preparing to ask her colleagues in the security team to check them out.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The person on the other end of the phone agreed with Ms. Xun's assessment.

A moment later, several burly security guards emerged from the depths of the hall, their weapons at their waists. Their long-sleeved shirts couldn't conceal their bulging arm muscles, and menacing tattoos were faintly visible on their wrists.

They walked through the automatic sensor glass doors of the Genji Heavy Industries building and headed towards the street in the distance.

boom--

An astonishing explosion occurred.

The shockwave instantly blew several security personnel into the air, their family uniforms torn to shreds by the strong airflow, and they slammed into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the third to fifth floors.

But there was no time to worry about them.

In less than half a second, invisible shockwaves and thick smoke swept across the lush green belt—no, there were explosions in the green belt area as well. Manhole covers shot into the sky, and pipes buried under the asphalt road exploded. Wave after wave of shockwaves shattered all the glass curtain walls on the first floor of Genji Heavy Industries.

The shattered glass was swept into the reception hall by a violent gust of hot wind. People who were leaning against the sofa or sitting on the stools to do business or rest encountered an invisible but powerful force and were forced to 'tumble and jump' into the hall.

"Get down—"

Miss Xun only had time to shout this sentence before she was hit by a solid wood sofa blown by the shock wave and thrown away like a kite with a broken string.

But she wasn't the worst off.

Those closest to the glass curtain wall were the first to be hit. The shockwave threw them into the air, followed by countless shards of glass that grazed their bodies. Some slashed their throats, while others pierced their temples. Before they even hit the ground, they lost the ability to resist or struggle in mid-air, and large amounts of blood flowed onto the dusty ground.

next moment,
White smoke rose, mixing with the black smoke.

A piercing alarm sounded throughout the Genji Heavy Industries building area.

Seven figures quickly emerged from the smoke. They were all different in build and clothing, but the shape of their heads was completely the same, as if they were covered by some kind of hood with a bun. Each of them had a weapon in their hands and at their waist: a dagger, a short knife, a pistol, and a rifle. The leader even had a single-person rocket launcher on his shoulder!

"Luo... Erwa, was the explosion just now also part of the plan?"

A man with a faint green hue above his head, visible through the smoke, fiddled with a Beretta automatic pistol in his hand, surveying the mess around him with a rather eerie tone.

"You said you were supposed to sneak in and steal something? You call this 'stealing'?"

Erwa, carrying a heavy rocket launcher on his shoulder, spoke with a clear air of defiance: "You ask too many questions! Siwa, all I can say is that everything is under control. As long as our identities are unknown, no one can see our true faces, which is tantamount to theft, isn't it?"

White smoke from the garden outside swept in like a curtain, filling the first-floor reception hall in less than ten seconds, and the still-operating cameras immediately went blind.

"Alright, everyone, things have come to this point, so let's not waste any more time on nonsense. None of you are good people. Since you followed me in, it means you still want to continue with this mission. Let's confirm one more time, is the mission okay, Erwa?" Under the purple hood was a petite woman.

"Everyone on the platform has confirmed everything! What's the problem?" Erwa snorted. "You've all seen the boss's credit score."

"Very well, let's begin then, according to the original plan." The purple-haired Seventh Sister's voice was icy as she pulled out a silenced pistol and fired a shot at the tattooed man on the ground who was trying to grab her ankle.

A sharp bullet pierced his skull, and the tattooed man immediately went still.

"We need to act quickly, split up, and people are still pouring in from outside. I have a feeling something's off about those people... In this environment, everyone is an enemy!"

The yellow three-child noticed the chaotic footsteps and excited, beast-like roars coming from the green belt area.

This decision naturally received unanimous approval.

"The elevator requires ID cards. Fourth and Fifth Brothers, go to the front desk to get spares. The rest of you, use the emergency exit and meet up at the top! Let's follow Second Brother's plan!"

"Ok."

Considering that the next battle would be an indoor fight, Erwa hesitated for a moment and then decided to give up the rocket launcher on his shoulder.

whoosh-

The brilliant tail of flame plunged into the white smoke, followed by another violent explosion in the green belt area, along with screams and shrill laughter, as if they had been given a stimulant.

This inexplicable move left the remaining six people dumbfounded.

After a while,
"As expected of Second Brother!" Fourth Brother exclaimed sincerely, "Is this considered eliminating dissidents in advance?"

"Ahem, it was just a small favor!"

Erwa naturally accepted this flattery.

Seven was starting to have trouble with these two lunatics. Sure enough, extreme wildlife enthusiasts were just like those extreme vegetarians—utterly incomprehensible.

She snorted and rushed into the nearest safety exit, number one.

The rest of the people immediately disappeared into the hall.

Top hunters are all hybrids; the top 100 hunters have at least B-rank bloodlines, while most of the top 50 are A-rank. Their agility and perception are far beyond what ordinary people can match; even when shrouded in smoke, they can easily discern the direction they should go.

"Okay, let's go quickly."

Fourth Brother led Fifth Brother to the front desk.

They quickly noticed Ms. Morihisa, whose body was half-pressed under the guide platform, and Ms. Kaoru, who was lying in the shards of glass.

The woman in the white shirt, pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels, with her name tag around her neck, was so easy to identify.

"Hello, we would like two temporary identity cards."

Siwa squatted down next to Ms. Morihisa and spoke in English.

"Hello, yes, we do."

Ms. Mori remained conscious, even though she was pressed under the table, her white shirt stained with bright red blood, and her disheveled hair covered in bloodstains from wood chips.

It has to be said that people who work as receptionists have a strong ability to withstand pressure; they can even understand the other person's curry-speaking English under such circumstances.

Both sides maintained an odd level of politeness.

“But the ID card is stuck in the desk drawer, pinned down.” Ms. Morihisa weakly raised her other arm, forcing a smile.

"This……"

Fourth Brother stroked his chin, looked at the overturned guide platform, and hesitated.

She was indeed an unlucky woman, her arm pinned down by such a heavy table at a terrible angle. But to be honest, he was a little worried that if he lifted the table, the woman would immediately come back to life.

Will she poke a few holes in herself with her high heels then?
After thinking for a moment, Siwa turned and left.

"I don't want it anymore, thank you."

He decided to forgo the elevator and take the emergency exit... There was indeed such an alternative option in the plan.

"Hey!"

The fifth brother stared blankly at the fourth brother who was about to leave.

"I'm not taking the elevator," Siwa decided to explain to his teammates.

"This……"

Watching the fourth brother walk away, the fifth brother stood rooted to the spot, his expression conflicted.

In stark contrast to this wildlife enthusiast, he possessed a distinct human aesthetic sense, clearly recognizing that both Ms. Morihisa with one arm under the table and Ms. Kaoru lying amidst shards of glass were first-rate beauties.

Even though they look a bit disheveled at this moment, their figure and facial features undoubtedly show that they could have a place in the fashion industry.

The situation is still quite dire right now.

Two very beautiful, and very tragic, women.
In an instant, many boundless thoughts arose in Wuwa's mind.

"Let's see how it goes; it won't take too long."

The five children made a decision.

He raised the silenced pistol in his hand and approached Miss Xun, whose condition was probably even worse.

Miss Xun lay amidst shards of glass, her white shirt stained crimson on the floor, her lower limbs twisted grotesquely, as if broken by a flying wooden sofa.

The fifth child really likes this one, which is a plus for him.

Closer.

Miss Xun's eyes were tightly closed, a trickle of blood ran down her fair face, and her body remained motionless, as if she had lost consciousness.

Fifth Brother licked his lips.

However, just as he was about to reach for the ripped and mottled black stockings...

A sharp pain shot through my back.

"Huh?" Wuwa suddenly turned his head.

Miss Morihisa, who was pinned under the table, gave him a weak smile.

Miss Morihisa weakly raised her arm that wasn't being pressed down, her pale fingertips still clutching a glittering shard of glass. She shook it, as if to show off to the Fifth Child.

"Damn woman!"

Enraged, Wuwa instantly raised his pistol, pointed it at the other man's head, and slammed the trigger.

When prey tries to become the hunter, it can only end up as a dead thing.

A violent gust of wind swept in from behind.

Miss Xun, who had been unconscious and lying among the broken glass, leaped up like a female leopard, her eyes burning with a blinding gold light.

They were too close.

Miss Xun moved too fast. Her unconsciousness was a ruse. At this moment, she used the recoil force from slamming into the ground to accelerate further and crashed into Wuwa's shoulder.

puff--

Well--

The gunshot, compressed by the silencer, rang out in a muffled tone.

It missed.

The bullet shot upwards into the white mist.

This was followed by a muffled groan and the sound of someone spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A terrifyingly powerful force erupted from the frail Miss Xun's body.

Do not--

Miss Xun's body cannot be described as 'delicate'.

She had a slender figure with well-defined muscles. When she began to gather strength throughout her body, her smooth black stockings were even stretched into cleavages by her beautiful muscles, and her close-fitting shirt also accentuated her amazing lines.

Although she was dressed as a secretary, she had only changed into this outfit because she was temporarily assigned to be a security guard at Genji Heavy Industries. Perhaps the military uniform suited this woman, whose muscles couldn't be hidden by the shirt, better than black stockings.

Just one blow.

The top fifty hunters on the leaderboard were instantly sent flying, their pistols flying from their hands, only to be snatched away by Miss Kaoru, who leaped into the air on one leg.

Ryoma Kaoru is considered a combat member among the hybrids, and is also one of the best among the family's specialists.

She once performed a low-altitude parachute jump in Afghanistan, quickly unzipping her parachute and rappelling under enemy gunfire. She was able to break through a truck-made suicide attack and a blockade of fire without flinching.

The fifth child was partly careless.

But when facing the true elite of the Snake Clan, they coordinated their efforts at the last second.

This so-called 'hunter expert' is simply not up to par.

'Puff puff puff—'

Gunshots rang out, and before the ground even touched the ground, Long Ma Xun fired three shots in an instant—two to the body and one to the head. Wuwa was already a corpse, his body stiff on the ground, trembling uncontrollably as the remaining electrical signals from his nerve endings controlled his movements.

'Pfft pfft—'

Two more shots.

Ryoma Kaoru finally landed. She emptied her magazine, then bent down and kicked off those damned high heels—she had done everything in high heels just now. She limped toward the overturned guide platform, and with a sudden burst of strength, lifted the half-ton solid wood table.

Ms. Mori twisted her body and finally managed to pull out her beautiful arm, which was probably a little deformed. She could no longer perceive the existence of this arm in her mind.

"Can plastic surgery save me?" she sighed and got up from the ground.

"Let your younger brother take care of you. You've raised him for a thousand days, but you only need him for a moment."

Ryoma Kaoru smiled, took out a cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a familiar number: "Master, the first-floor hall is still under control."

"Hmm, we should be able to hold out, but we need support from upstairs. It would be best if two or three teams came down, and they could bring some weapons with them."

Ryoma Kaoru did not lower his voice.

Her clear, melodious voice reached every corner of the smoke.

From within the white mist, one could vaguely make out men and women shaking their heads as they rose from the ground, appearing like controlled zombies.
But in reality, they are just helpless working people.

People continued to approach from the green belt outside.

Longma Xun limped over to the body of the Fifth Brother, reached out and ripped off the tattered and comical hood, revealing a cowboy-like face tanned by the sun, with reddish-brown spots on his neck.

"Tsk, he's a Texan!"

Longma Xun looked disgusted and threw the hood back at the Fifth Brother's face.

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(End of this chapter)