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The car company is guarded by dozens of black-clad gunmen from top to bottom. Even if that urban legend had some courage, he wouldn't dare to come here and commit murder!

The peripheral members of the organization checked the guns in their hands and became more certain.

They have more than just pistols. Pisk even prepared a few submachine guns for them, which he placed inside the safe in the security lounge. No monster can stop the bullets of the submachine guns.

What's more, people in the organization, even if they are just peripheral members, should never be underestimated.

Each of them was carefully selected and underwent extensive training in death training camps, and even had to resort to cannibalism to cultivate their willpower and ability to act.

Whether it is marksmanship or hand-to-hand combat ability, he is considered elite in the killer industry.

This time, Pisk mobilized so many of them, even delaying some unimportant tasks. This was definitely a waste of talent. Even if...

This peripheral member of the organization still felt disdainful.

Suddenly, he stopped because he felt something was wrong.

Although there are many peripheral members of the Black Organization hiding in the dark to guard the car company, there should also be peripheral members of the organization disguised as security patrols in public.

However, he walked here for such a long time but did not see a single patrolling security guard!

This is a bit too strange.

As a well-trained peripheral member of the organization, he suddenly became cautious.

He took out the walkie-talkie hanging on his body, turned on the button, and was about to change the channel.

It felt like the cold muzzle of a gun was pressing against the back of his head.

"I want to ask you something. I wonder if you have any idea of ​​answering my questions?"

A cold, cruel, and seemingly emotionless voice came.

This peripheral member of the organization could hardly imagine how the person standing behind him got in, how he managed to appear behind him silently, and how he put a pistol to the back of his head.

His body was shaking, his breathing became rapid, and his emotions began to become disordered.

Such a person is no longer someone he can deal with at his level. Perhaps only if Gin, the head of the Black Organization's action team, comes in person can he have a chance to fight him?

He said wisely.

"Of course, you can ask anything you want to know. I will tell you everything I know!"

Nara Hikaru then made him turn around.

Afterwards, the outer member of the Black Organization did not react and only saw a black shadow flash by.

His arm suddenly felt pain and twisted unconsciously, and the pistol hidden inside his black suit was taken away.

Suddenly, he almost cried out in pain.

But when they saw the man in front of them wearing sunglasses and black clothes, the peripheral members swallowed their words again.

"You, you are... the urban legend who is said to be half-human, half-ghost and the best gunslinger!"

The peripheral members exclaimed quietly.

It was at this time that he saw a person lying on the ground next to Nara Hikaru.

That was his comrade on patrol with him.

But this comrade can no longer speak.

Because he is already dead.

Blood flowed from his throat, soaking the floor.

It can be seen that the person who wielded the knife was extremely cruel. He took the life of this comrade with one blow, and he died without even being able to make a warning sound!

The slight desire to resist in this peripheral member's heart disappeared in an instant.

His body was shaking.

It was not until now that he finally realized what the "half-human, half-ghost" in urban legends meant.

The actions of this man in black are just like those of a ghost. Unpredictable, impossible to find, and intangible. Extremely terrifying and despairing. No wonder he is half human, half ghost!

“In this world, good people don’t die, bad people don’t die, only stupid people die.”

"I believe you are not a stupid person, otherwise I will let you see your brains, and then find other lucky people to answer the questions——"

Nara Hikaru held a dagger in his hand.

The cold blade was now at the neck of the Black Organization member.

he asked.

"I'm asking you, is Pisker still inside this building?"

"How many people are there? What's your weapon configuration? How do you patrol?"

When these questions came out, the peripheral members were shocked.

It turns out that this living devil of Beika Town is really chasing and killing members of the Black Organization.

No wonder Pisker would ignore some of the missions he had to perform and gather so many peripheral members to his company to protect him. I originally thought it was a waste of talent, but now it seems...

I'm afraid that just a few dozen peripheral members guarding it is far from enough!

"Tell me, tell me, can I save your life?"

"You know, Legend, if I tell you this news and you still want to kill me, then I won't tell you this news... Legend, you are a man of your word, I believe you won't break your promise!"

The peripheral members said tremblingly.

Hearing this, Nara Hikaru nodded slightly and said.

"If what you say is true, then I can spare you."

"Now, tell me what you know. This will determine your fate!"

Hear the words of the man in black.

The peripheral members immediately told everything they knew.

He noticed that when he mentioned that a blond young man came to visit Pisk today, the man in black seemed to pause, as if he knew who the blond young man was.

That is until he mentioned that there were several submachine guns in the safe in the security lounge.

The man in black loosened his grip on the blade and gestured for him to lead the way.

Suddenly, the peripheral members felt relieved, knowing that they had survived for the time being.

So, regardless of his broken arms, he hurriedly took the man in black to the security lounge to get a submachine gun. As for... whether the companions guarding the security lounge would kill the man in black.

That's not something he should consider.

Once he was outside the security lounge, he would naturally shout inside and then dodge the bullets.

The outside members didn't believe that this urban legend from Beika Town could be faster than a bullet?

Tick, tick, tick.

Footsteps were heard outside the security lounge.

Several peripheral members of the Black Organization who were taking a break from their shifts looked up at the corridor.

They all reached for their pistols at the same time.

At this time, no normal person would come to the lounge to find them!

If someone is coming, I will definitely use the communicator to greet them in advance to avoid accidental injury...

They raised their pistols and pointed them at the lounge door.

Then the door to the lounge opened.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Continuous gunfire rang out.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Nara Mitsuru casually threw the corpse with its eyes open to the side, walked into the security lounge where blood was all over the floor, fired several shots at the safe, forced the lock open, and opened the door.

The three American submachine guns inside were suddenly revealed.

drip————drip————drip————

The alarm has sounded.

But Nara Mitsuru was not panicked. He just slowly checked the condition of the submachine gun and then grabbed it.

The hunting time...is here.

Chapter 11 Everything will be fine when Gin arrives!

The chairman's office on the top floor of the automobile company.

Ireland, who was talking, suddenly stopped talking and turned to look in the direction of the elevator.

Then he asked with great caution.

"Mr. Pisk, did you hear a strange sound?"

After hearing what Ireland said, Pisk also stopped talking.

He knew that the heir's character would not come out of nothing, so he listened to the voice patiently. Then, he heard a voice that was definitely not unfamiliar to him as a member of the Black Organization.

Gunshots!

Someone is shooting inside the car company!

The gunshots even reached the chairman's office on the top floor!

Sizzle————Sizzle————

There was a dead tone coming from the intercom on the table.

The electrical signal was being calibrated rapidly, and then the panicked voice of a member of the organization's periphery was heard.

"We...we're under attack! Someone hacked into the car company!"

"At least seven or eight brothers have been beaten to death!"