Léon: The Cat Killer

"Hahahaha~"

“Hello [Nanjin Group] - 517880761 Hello... ε=(′ο`*))) Sigh…”

While the old man sighed, Nana ignored the agent's provocative behavior.

The girl silently wrote a series of medical shorthand characters in her notebook; the coded message recorded Nana's goal and what she was about to do.

The old woman's raised eyes and simultaneously pursed lips probably indicated that she could understand this.

Based on the premise that the old man was someone Sakta could 'empathize' with and was willing to help her, the assassin once again changed her original plan.

On the paper, the assassin urged the old man to leave quickly, and at the end, she included her agent's personal phone number, since the agent had all the evidence of the illegal experiments the other party needed...

Nana only needs to have the old man use the crisis contract to spread the news of what happened in the lab. With the support of public opinion, the state chief and his staff will inevitably restrict the military's support for the Loken Water Tank.

Without the governor's order, Colombia's prized armored cavalry wouldn't be on Nana's evacuation route... and the rest suddenly became obvious.

The old man accepted the note with his plans written on it. Nana, unsure if he would agree, nervously took out a pencil sharpener and, like a wronged child, drooped her cat ears as she sharpened a pencil.

Amidst the agent's exaggerated laughter, Outcast glanced at the note, then stuffed it into his pocket, and brought up a topic that would immediately make the agent serious: leeks.

“Nai Nai, you seem convinced that William will be punished…”

"As a young nation, Colombia's people may disregard him, and Colombian laws may have flaws, but morality itself objectively exists... If anything happens to that kind lady upstairs and the bakery girl, my friend will not forgive Williams... nor will my pen."

"I see..." (Scar)

Sighing again, the old man habitually reached for his waist, but the holster was empty… That’s right, Outcast’s weapon had been confiscated too… Why did Nana feel like this guy was even more reckless than her? What was she planning to do with the gun? According to the plan, as long as this old man left safely, it would be a victory!

Upon seeing the two people who were discussing a dangerous topic stand up simultaneously, the agent immediately drew his magical longsword:

"What are you going to do!?"

Upon discovering he had no gun, the elderly man suddenly raised his hand politely to indicate he meant no harm.

"I just think we don't need to wait any longer. Since we can't see each other, let's leave..."

"No, before Mr. Williams returns here, none of you... Ga—!"

While they were talking, Nana, who had suddenly appeared behind the agent, removed her paracord bracelet. The thin rope looped in the air. Her small, gloved hand gripped both ends tightly, and then the assassin kicked the agent's knee, forcing him to kneel, and then forcefully strangled him until he was unconscious... Serves you right for laughing so loudly!

Seeing that the girl actually dared to make a move and was quite skilled, the old man's expression became very serious:

"It seems Williams might indeed be ramping up his illegal experiments, even daring to offend someone under the Crisis Contract..."

"It's alright, I can see you out. But to prevent the military from interfering, please find my assistant as soon as possible. Only when public opinion condemns Williams can my operation proceed smoothly..."

"That's fine, of course... but, once you've confirmed the mission is complete and a rescue is carried out, how are you going to get out of this heavily guarded experimental area?"

As he considered all the possibilities, the old man's gaze towards the girl even carried a hint of pity:

"Are you going to take back the guard gun... and 'judge' them?"

"That was just something I did on the spur of the moment."

Responding with a smile befitting a 'medical practitioner,' Nana picked up the agent's one-handed sword, and immediately black magical light enveloped it:

"But dealing with these kinds of people is the same even without a guard gun... I can judge them with a pencil."

With that, Nana suddenly threw her longsword, melting the wall panels and shattering the exterior glass... The black mist seemed to come alive, forming a corridor leading directly to the checkpoint, encompassing the visitor storage room as well. At the end of the corridor, the car Nana had stolen was parked, with the key she had temporarily conjured by magic still in her hand.

Seeing the girl's resolute and direct action, the old man, though somewhat reluctant, immediately ran towards the outside...

"She looks quite old... yet she's still incredibly agile... Are all the people on Rhodes Island like this?"

Nana's questions went unanswered at the moment. The explosion in the reception room allowed the outside agents to file in, but they couldn't see anything in the black fog... Perhaps the sounds of battle in the black fog outside spurred them on, or perhaps the commanders thought it was just a delaying tactic. Soon, heavily armed personnel were gathered outside the reception room and began to enter.

In the dark fog, facing the enemy formation that had begun its assault, Nana gripped a sharpened pencil like a dagger and kicked the second agent who entered the room, knocking him unconscious.

The sudden, high-pitched shouts of enemy engagement marked the beginning of a surge in the agents' blood pressure. The girl's short stature caused the enemy's chaotic attacks to turn into a brutal beating of their own troops.

As the agents shouted, "You're attacking friendly forces!" the assassin gracefully turned around, simultaneously inserting a pencil under his armpit into the invisible shield. While the victim screamed in agony, Nana crippled his hands and then poked his knees several times.

Although the heavy armor on his vital parts could save his life, Nana ultimately didn't intend to kill them... The pencil was deep enough to incapacitate them, and if once wasn't enough, she would try several more times... In the assassin's mind, the fact that she hadn't shoved the pencil into their ears was probably already a sign of mercy.

Thus, Nana created a chaotic battlefield filled with terrifying cries of agony.

The screams were the catalyst for all the chaos, and the girl took advantage of the chaos to knock down three people with a pencil... Just as she casually picked up a vase to smash a fourth person, a sudden spell seemed to disregard the lives of her companions and exploded in the room.

The fog used for concealment suddenly dissipated due to the interference of external magic. Nana glared at the armed sorcerer outside the door when she suddenly saw the agent shouting "Target here!" and then knocked the unlucky guy who was the last to enter the room unconscious with a vase.

Hmm... Even without turning on the combat recorder, the girl still maintained basic restraint.

"Don't be foolish and rush into the small room! Make way, warlocks and snipers, begin the attack!"

But clearly the enemy didn't think that way; their attack was aimed at killing people from the very beginning.

Faced with the ranged attack that could only be described as 'infiltrating', Nana, not wanting to get hurt, chose to move out of the line of fire and overturn a table as cover... As the girl pondered what spell to use to clear a path, suddenly a whooshing sound and gunshots rang out from afar.

The girl who peeked out saw the warlock leader, who was leading the charge, get shot in the head by a bullet with a golden tracer. At the same time, two heavy boxes crashed into the room, and the heavily armored soldier hit by them whimpered again and shook his arm sadly...

To this, Nana could only respond with an innocent look... It's no use looking at me, I didn't throw this at you.

Looking in the direction the box came from, Outcast, holding a revolver, happened to be bowing to Nana... Then the old man immediately jumped into the car and fled.

And that act of shooting the other party... does it mean that neither Crisis Contract nor Rhodes Island cares about arguing with their organization over such damage?

Nana didn't know that her attention was probably more focused on the old man's precise and elegant shot.

Without a doubt, that was Lateran's secret technique... the reason why the angelic Sarkaz had been entangled with the demonic Sarkaz for thousands of years, and could still hold onto their paradise even when fighting a behemoth like Ursus.

[Judgment]... Many people... especially those associated with the Lateran Church, would refer to their special skills in this way.

What outsiders don't know is that this isn't a description, but a technical term for a skill.

Only by possessing the Guardian Gun and being recognized by Laterano—that is, by the 'Law' or 'Discipline'—can one use this ability, which is like a spell but is actually a transfer of 'Law' power within oneself…

This is generally believed by academics to be the reason why the Laterans were able to use firearms on an unusually large scale compared to the outside world.

But that's only half true...

It's not that Sakra can use firearms, but that Sarkaz are permitted to use firearms... When this law's 'permission' is maximized, even any Lateran could possess the ability to fight against the battle-hardened Sarkaz.

Its name literally means 'judgment'... it is an attack launched by the law against those whom one believes need to be judged.

Clearly, Outcast believed that these armed men at Loken Water Tank were all accomplices of Williams, the mastermind… so there was no reason to hesitate to put him on trial.

However, great power always comes with risks. Just as Tikkaz's sorcery can affect emotions and oppress the body, the use of 'Judgment' also has its limitations.

Usually 'five times'...

Before the arrival of the demonic number 'six', the Sarkaz could generally only draw upon the power of 'commandments' a maximum of five times.

But Nana is different...

The main point is that Nana can kill without using 'Judgment'.

"Damn! The captain's down!"

"The employer said these two can't leave! Heavy and melee units continue to suppress the room, ranged units move on..."

Before the second commander could finish speaking, the assassin, who disliked being long-winded, emerged from the room fully armed.

The girl was not only carrying her own equipment, but Nana, who had previously dressed as a doctor, was now wearing several obviously mismatched weapon belts, with guns of varying quality and models, as well as weapons such as throwing knives and one-handed swords hanging all over her body.

Although it looks a bit comical, Nana is indeed in a rare fully armed form at this moment.

Nana could imagine Outcast looking completely bewildered when he entered the vault and saw all that stuff. But a person only has two hands, and Nana was the last visitor to enter... so she threw over the last two numbered storage cabinets, which naturally contained Nana's weapons.

Thanks to Outcast's ingenuity, Nana now has a rifle and shotgun in addition to her pistol and sniper rifle... With such ample weaponry, Nana can surprisingly say goodbye to the bizarre techniques she used to employ.

'Sufficient firepower coverage'... like [Judgment] and [Witchcraft], this kind of thing has a special name in the mercenary circle, which is—

"The end of tactics."

………………

The sudden explosion with a deafening roar interrupted a conversation in the Loken water tank testing area, but the middle-aged man in the white coat, who was one of the main participants in the conversation, ignored the sudden head-up of the bandaged man in the suit next to him.

"Ah... don't worry, those people in the crisis contract are probably getting impatient... after they found out I ordered them not to leave, this kind of reaction is probably within the plan..."

"...Aren't you going to interrupt your experiment? We've lost track of your next target..."

As she spoke, she glanced at the one-way glass in front of her. The white-haired girl, who was tied to the experimental bed, was now completely silent... Earlier, Stanfield had complained that she was too noisy and was interfering with his conversation with Mr. Williams.

But clearly, as the one leading the experiment, Williams wouldn't shut it down, nor would he care about this sound that was already commonplace to him... Just as outsiders speculated, he had made all the preparations for this experiment... including psychological ones.

"Next, my experiment will be a race against the external environment... Will the experiment produce results first, or will the outside world forcibly interfere with the operation of the laboratory first... This is the only uncertainty... As for the three test subjects... It's fine to leave them outside until Number Two can adapt to the Originium organs."

"I think you are ready. I am all ears for your instructions."

"Hmm...your personality is quite suited to this kind of thing..."

With such a bland conclusion, Williams stared unblinkingly at 'Number Two' continuing to whimper in the laboratory:

"First of all, before we use the final means to confirm that there are indeed no other suitable candidates, Receptor Zero is on the observation list from Number One to Number Five... The food and clothing that Number Zero took back... weren't taken for nothing. The markings have always been there; it's just a matter of whether we need to go find them..."

"But our first round of legally monitoring their operations has already..."

"Well, it failed... They have a good neighbor... but I have a backup plan."

As he spoke, Williams pulled a document bearing the government seal from his pocket:

"These are the government care permits for the 3rd, 4th, and 5th... When the time comes, just take this and the death notices for the 0th to 2nd to bring them here."

"...This...is it fake?"

"No, it's true... Because the target's magic can suppress pain at the mental level, the success rate of the experiment is progressive... There is a probability of success for numbers one to four, but the successful implantation of number five is inevitable... I did build an orphanage for her, and the building in front of the experimental area was specially set up for her."

“Oh, is it the youngest one… But if I may be frank… practically speaking, she will definitely see you as an enemy… so how are you going to adopt her?”

"This is a technical issue... Memory erasure is a mature technology, surprisingly so in Columbia..."

"So, in other words, you, who killed her entire family in some way, are going to become her father? I'm surprisingly looking forward to seeing you succeed."

"You're just being sarcastic... In fact, I'm really looking forward to the first few succeeding immediately... and they'll definitely hate me afterward, but even if they treat me as an enemy, it doesn't matter... all I want is 'success'."

Just as the two continued their conversation, the monitor on the device, which represented the target's heartbeat, suddenly turned into a straight line.

Stanfield clearly saw the middle-aged man beside him slightly pursing his lips. What exactly was he feeling?

"Record: Subject Two has died. The automated equipment has begun the third organ crystallization process... In addition, the life support system should maintain the target's life as much as possible to ensure the activity of the Originium organs before Subject Three arrives."

However... if this continues, the 'organs' will exceed the limit of Originium formation. If they remain there for too long, we might end up with Originium crystals that look like corpses...

"It's ok."

Williams remained remarkably calm.

"We just need to keep the organs stable... and cut off any excess parts that will crystallize."

After saying that, Williams beckoned to the corner, and a tall, muscular monster that appeared to be wearing armor, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that the armor was 'grown' onto its body, came to stand before Stansfield.

"The target's current location may face considerable resistance. You will lead him and the operations team together. If they resist, then completely raze the area."

"...Aren't you really afraid of the mayor getting back at you later..." Lin

Ignoring Stansfield's exclamation, Williams turned to look at the laboratory, where a robotic arm was switching blades.

"All I want is 'success,' and now it's inevitable."

P.S.: I'll stop here after all. (sigh)

I'll just post a random picture. (Afternoon)

PSS: After much thought, I decided to come online and tell the readers who are eager to discuss this... The little white cat family isn't completely dead; there's still a lot of interaction between Kate, Cole, and Nana.

PSSSS: Another title for this book is—Miss Killer and Her Can Opener (whispering).

Turning raw material into a can opener is bound to be a painful process for the material itself... No worries, the next volume will be all about Rosemary... I'm not lying or misinterpreting anything, she'll continue living with her family. 8

He's not really dead.

1st Rosemary Embrace: 017 Trial

"The administrative district is under attack! Security team, send the security team to provide backup!"

"The security team couldn't come to our aid; the checkpoint has been breached!"

"The enemy escaped?!"

"No! It's the Eighth Route Army attacking the experimental zone!"

"You can't see anything outside the disinfection station!"

"Where's Counterspell?! Where are our warlocks?!"