LRAB Page 83
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pat...
Footsteps sounded.
The four guards standing at the entrance of the mansion immediately looked over.
Then, a slender figure appeared in front of the road at some point.
They were making their way step by step toward the mansion.
The nearest residential area is two kilometers away at the foot of the hill, and signs prohibiting entry to private land have been erected at the driveway entrance and around the area, further minimizing the probability of unauthorized individuals accidentally trespassing.
In fact, this place might not even see a single accidental trespassing incident throughout the entire year.
So obviously…
There's a problem.
The guards exchanged glances, confirming each other's thoughts.
His hand slowly moved down to the pistol behind his waist.
He also turned on the walkie-talkie so he could report intelligence at any time.
Without warning, four dark figures swept through the air.
Its speed even surpasses that of a bullet.
Even though they were once top-notch soldiers in the army, they were completely unaware of it.
The crisis instinct is as if it has died.
Clang!
The four people were powerless to resist and slammed heavily against the door like rotten flesh.
Each of them had a kunai inserted into their heart.
pat...
The owner of the footsteps approached.
At this moment, perhaps sensing the movement at the door, or perhaps triggering a hidden signal, a question came from a colleague over a walkie-talkie on one of the guards.
But the only response he received was the faint sound of wind as someone moved.
……
"What? An assassin has broken in?"
Yukio Dazai, who was dining with Izumi Toyota at the restaurant, looked at the security chief in front of him and turned pale with anger. Everything was going wrong for him, his ambitions had been declared bankrupt, and now someone actually dared to send someone to kill him.
"The main gate and front yard have been breached. We have requested helicopter support from the nearest military base and police station. Please go to the safe house as soon as possible."
The security supervisor was too anxious to care about the other party's feelings and was sweating profusely.
"...Damn it! Don't let me find out who it was!"
Dazai Yukio's expression was uncertain, but he ultimately decided to follow the other party's advice.
Stubborn as he may be, it's not worth going head-to-head with an assassin.
His life is far more precious than those of people.
"It seems Mr. Dazai is in trouble."
Idemitsu Toyota shaped the hamburger in his hand into a ball, tossed it into his mouth, and asked, seemingly out of kindness, while chewing:
"Do you need my help? That previous suggestion is still valid."
"I……"
Dazai Yukio was about to say, "I never go back on my decisions," but before he could finish speaking, the restaurant door was blasted open.
Two uniformed officers smashed the door, flew over the dining table in front of them, and finally landed on the wall.
Like mud, it slowly slid to the ground.
Idemitsu Toyota, who had initially been somewhat indifferent, couldn't help but suppress his smile upon seeing this scene.
His heart sank even more when he noticed that the two security guards were holding automatic rifles.
...There aren't many experts in this world who can handle firearms.
"boss……!"
The falcon flashed out and blocked his way.
The eyes behind the sunglasses were filled with a solemn expression.
"Please evacuate with Lord Dazai, as I may not be able to protect you from now on."
Upon hearing Hayabusa's words, Izumitsu Toyoda frowned slightly.
Their gaze turned toward the gate.
next moment.
He finally understood where Falcon's worries came from...
"Oops, did I disturb your meal?"
The person speaking slowly walked into the restaurant, stepping over the rubble of the main gate.
He was a handsome young man.
They will never be older than thirty.
Slender build, dressed in a ninja outfit that evokes a sense of dynamism.
He carried a ninja sword and had purple camouflage paint below his eyes.
His movements and mannerisms were different from ordinary people, exuding an indescribable and mysterious aura. Idemitsu Toyota was very familiar with this aura, because Hayabusa also possessed it, but compared to Hayabusa, the difference was like heaven and earth.
It's like... the actor met the real person!
"Kill me, and the commission you get will definitely not be more than the trouble you'll get into."
Dazai Yukio suppressed his anger.
He didn't bother asking meaningless questions like who the other person was or who sent them. Assassins have no obligation to explain so much to the dead, but they could try to get the other person to switch sides.
There is nothing in this world that can frighten me.
Who told me I could only exist for an hour?
Yato muttered to himself, glancing at Izumitsu Toyota.
With witnesses who were not involved, plus the maid, waiter, and security personnel, there was enough for the police to take statements, which justified his deliberate slowing down of the killing.
boom!
Bang bang...!
The security chief suddenly pulled out a gun and fired several shots at him.
But the bullet did not hit Yato.
Instead, he told Yato to take a kunai and flick it away one by one.
The process seemed effortless and relaxed.
There were even bullets cut in half lying around his feet.
"...?!"
Everyone's eyes widened.
Now they understood how this assassin had managed to get here despite the security personnel's guns.
Dodging bullets is one thing.
It's amazing that they could split a supersonic bullet in two using only cold weapons.
They preferred to believe it was a movie shoot.
"Damn it! Monster... Die!"
The security chief seemed to have already witnessed Yato's skills, and was more terrified than shocked. While continuing to fire, he pulled a grenade from his waist and threw it at Yato.
But the grenade disappeared as soon as it was thrown.
The security chief remained in the aftermath of throwing the grenade, his body stiffening as he fell to the ground, a kunai stuck between his eyebrows.
“It’s so dangerous to use this kind of thing indoors.”
Yato wore a mocking smile.
No sooner had he finished speaking than an explosion was heard outside.
Everyone was completely bewildered by the explosion.
What happened? Where's the grenade?
Only three people present realized what was happening.
"Falcon, could it be that he blocked the bullet, shot the enemy with a kunai, caught the grenade, ran outside, threw it far away, and then ran back?"
Toyota Idemitsu looked dazed.
"...Although I also find it incredible, I'm sorry, but at the moment it seems to be the only explanation."
"Falcon said in a low voice."
The gaze directed at Yato was filled with shock and fervor.
What an amazing method!
It's almost like a superpower.
Dazai Yukio was startled again, and his old face twitched as he watched Yato slowly approach.
But he didn't back down a step; instead, he stared intently at Zhao Hao.
"...May I ask your name?"
What is the speed of sound?
Yato slowly drew the ninja sword from his back.
"Answer... Sonic!"
"The world's strongest ninja."
Ping.
The ninja sword, which had just been partially drawn, was quickly closed again.
It gives the impression that they changed their minds at the last minute.
However, everyone watched in horror as a large amount of blood suddenly spurted from Dazai Yukio's throat, staining even the chandelier and the ceiling.
The amount of bleeding was beyond what could be treated.
Dazai Yukio died.
He didn't even leave behind a proper last words.
'That kind of speed in Iaijutsu...?!'
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Idemitsu Toyota's forehead.
The shock I felt was beyond words.
Even with my eyes wide open, my attention is more focused than ever before.
Even the slightest afterimage could not be captured.
Just then, Idemitsu Toyota noticed that Hayabusa beside him suddenly rushed towards Toyota.
"……!"
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