I teach judo in Tokyo.

Obviously, as long as something has the same shape as a playing card, the "card-flying technique" given by the system can be used smoothly.

The equipment is complete, no problem.

Sosuke put on a hoodie, and his black sweatshirt and trousers made him difficult to spot in the night.

Then, he arrived at a factory with a tall tower.

With superhuman skill, he climbed to the top of the tower silently, like a ninja.

The enemy clearly shared the same idea as him.

Therefore, a man in black with a gun was standing guard at the top of the tower, intently watching down from the fence.

To ensure he wasn't mistaken, Sousuke specifically checked the person's information and confirmed that he was indeed a member of the Black Crow organization.

So he quietly walked up and snapped his opponent's neck from behind.

Then, he gently laid the limp body down on the ground with his hands.

Replacing the other's position, Sousuke stood atop the tower and silently activated his newly acquired skill—Eagle Senses.

The next second, in his field of vision, many red humanoid silhouettes appeared sporadically in the originally pitch-black factory area.

These outlines are basically distributed around an abandoned factory building in this industrial area, with groups of three to four people. From the side that Sosuke can see, there are about seven or eight groups of people.

As for how many people were inside the factory or at the back of the factory, that was not visible.

He silently memorized the hiding places of those enemies.

Then they quietly left the tower.

......

Inside the factory, the tall Mutba sat indifferently in a chair.

He glanced at his watch and muttered to himself warily, "It's been over an hour. Judging by the location of that kid's dojo, it shouldn't have taken him that long to get here... Should I call the police?"

He took out his phone and called Rum.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey, what's the situation on your end?" Mutba asked, frowning.

These people from the Japanese branch are really unreliable; I won't take on any more projects with them.

No one spoke on the other end of the phone, but the intermittent sound of a blade slicing through flesh could be heard.

Mutba paused for a moment: "You're Atobe Sousuke?"

There was still no response from the other end.

He immediately hung up the phone and beckoned to a man in black beside him: "Contact all members and have them report their positions."

"Yes, sir!" The man in black immediately picked up the walkie-talkie. "All personnel, report the situation in order! Team One is normal!"

They already had a rule to report the status every five minutes; they're just inserting it earlier.

"Team number two, normal."

"Team number three, normal."

"Number four..."

"Number Five..."

The teams located at the four corners inside the factory quickly responded.

"..."

"..."

However, several tens of seconds passed, and none of the teams outside the factory spoke.

The man in black standing next to Mutba's expression changed drastically, and he repeated the request to report the location.

After finding no one responding, he immediately looked at Mutba, who was sitting quietly: "Sir Mutba, all the squads outside the factory have lost contact!"

As he reported, his face looked somewhat ashen.

Keep in mind that only three minutes have passed since the last collective checkpoint!

Who on earth was it that managed to kill so many of them in such a short time?

Most importantly—how could they not have noticed each other at all while being killed one after another?

Although they are not so-called superhumans, they are combat personnel carefully trained by the Black Crow organization.

Each of them was close to the level of an elite agent, and now they have been harvested so quietly.

Mutba nodded, calmly stood up, and began to stretch.

"The opponent has arrived, and it seems to be someone of my level."

His expression was one of complete nonchalance.

As a superhuman of the highest level, he naturally knew the abilities of his "kind" very well.

For example, he himself once single-handedly suppressed a fully armed rebel army in a war-torn region.

Seeing that Mutba was ready to fight, several men in black around him immediately raised their guns and aimed them at the outside, while the leader of the group picked up his walkie-talkie again.

"Team One is normal. All surviving personnel, remain on alert and report your status every twenty seconds!"

"Team number two is normal!"

"..."

"..."

"Team Five is normal!"

This time, two more teams have fallen silent!

Even though they were in the same factory and not far apart, they didn't hear any gunshots or any other noise.

The enemy has already infiltrated the factory!

"Ah!" A scream suddenly rang out.

Two gunshots rang out immediately afterward.

Then it immediately fell silent again.

The man in black next to Mutba immediately turned to look in that direction: "That's the position guarded by Team Five!"

Clearly, Team Five has also been wiped out.

This time, although they were completely focused, they were able to make a sound, and one of them even fired two shots.

But they still couldn't escape their fate of death.

Chapter 290 Showdown – The Slaughterer!

The hidden adversary is like a gradually tightening net, slowly devouring its prey!

The black-clad men responsible for Mutba's personal guards trembled all over, and the leader turned around with a look of fear to look at Mutba, who was warming up behind him.

He said tremblingly, "Lord Mutba... I... we only have two groups left..."

"what!"

"shot!"

"Help--"

Before the words were even finished, another gasp rang out from the last corner.

Mutba tilted his head and gave a nonchalant smile: "Now, there's only one group left."

Then, his gray pupils "looked" at his subordinate: "Unfortunately, you are about to die too."

"Huh?" The team leader was taken aback.

The next second, a sharp flying card swiftly sliced ​​across his throat, then, without slowing its momentum, embedded itself directly into the abandoned machine behind him.

"Ah..." The leader of the men in black subconsciously touched his neck, only to find that blood was gushing out incessantly.

He looked desperately at Mutba, who stood expressionless beside him: "Mutba... my lord... please help me..."

He collapsed before he could finish speaking.

His three teammates also fell.

Mutba caught several playing cards with both hands, and helplessly "looked" at the fallen leader of the men in black: "Sorry, I'm 'in trouble' myself now, I can't save you."

The leader of the men in black had already stopped breathing.

Mutba lightly tapped the ground with his toes, then turned his head to "look" in another direction: "Atobe Sousuke? Is that you?"

There was no one in the direction he was facing.

However, he showed no intention of changing his orientation.

Two seconds later, Atobe Sousuke, wearing a black hoodie, slowly walked out from behind a machine.

He looked curiously at Mutba's grayish-white eyes: "Are you blind?"

Mutba was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique and eerie tattoos resembling those of a succubus, while wearing camouflage pants and hard-soled boots on his lower body.

With two pistols tucked behind his waist and a dagger and a bayonet strapped to his legs, he could be considered fully armed.

Sousuke's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the panel of his last opponent for the night.

[Lone Mercenary (long-term employee of "Black Raven"): Mutba Gizan]

Age: 37

[Possesses entry 1: Torturer]

[Possesses entry 2: Extrasensory]

[Possesses Protective Technique 1: My Style - Comprehensive Combat Assassination Technique 42]

[Possesses Self-Defense Skill 2: Modern Weapon Proficiency 30]

[Special Move: Deadly Stab, Heart Piercing]

[Current Status: Hmm, this guy seems dangerous. Maybe I should surrender to save my life...]

Mutba showed Atobe Sousuke the alloy playing cards he had just received: "Lord Atobe, you have a knife and this hidden weapon that looks like a deck of cards, right? Look, you remove your knife and hidden weapon, and I'll remove my gun and dagger. Let's have a hand-to-hand fight, or..."

With that, he threw away the playing cards in his hand, pulled out two pistols from his waistband, and pointed them at Sosuke.

"Or shall we have a completely unregulated, no-holds-barred duel to the death?"

A top-tier expert who also possesses advanced modern weaponry skills?

Sosuke shook his head, took off the scabbard from his waist and threw it aside.

"Great! That's awesome!"

Mutba "saw" his movement and chuckled.

The next second, he released his grip and threw the two pistols far away.

Sosuke pulled out several decks of special playing cards from his person and threw them aside. Then he took off his shirt and removed his chainmail and arm guards.

Seeing this, Mutba chuckled and pulled out the dagger and blade strapped to his thighs, flinging them into the wall not far away.

At this point, both sides had disarmed themselves.

Mutba tilted his head: "Let me make this clear beforehand, I'm not a member of the Black Crow organization. I'm just a mercenary who has been working with them for a long time. This time, I'm just doing my job for money, and I'm going to capture you for them."

"No problem, let's have a fight first, the kind where we beat the opponent until they're completely incapacitated..."

Sosuke assumed a fighting stance; he had no intention of letting go of this rare opportunity to meet the system upgrade requirements.

He has recently met several targets whose fighting skills are above "40".

However, the system requirements are too demanding.

Normal sparring is completely insufficient to satisfy the system's requirement of "defeating the opponent." One must be prepared to risk one's life to completely defeat the opponent in order to be considered a victory.

If a duel is conducted with such demands, the probability of serious injury or even death becomes extremely high.

Given these constraints, suitable opponents are extremely rare.