Chapter 612 - Raid (2/2)

“Ya, ya, ya…” the deaf man echoed his sentiments and gestured animatedly.

“You idiot, shut your damn mouth. Just stop messing around!” Suzuki Ikuo scowled.

“Messing around? These guys are much stronger than you are!”

Xiao Luo looked at the mute man approvingly. Suddenly, Xiao Luo’s bones emitted cracking sounds, and almost immediately, his facial features and body structure transformed back to their original form. He was no longer Matsushita Take.

One member of the security squad stationed on the first floor heard the commotion and rushed over. Before he could even speak, Xiao Luo appeared right behind him like a ghost.

“Ooof!”

Xiao Luo’s razor-sharp fingers pierced the man’s back and through his heart like a dagger, as he used his other hand to muffle the guard’s mouth. The man’s eyes widened as thick, fresh blood surged copiously from his terrible wound. Blood gushed through his mouth, but it went no further, for Xiao Luo had his hand clasped tightly over the guards’ mouth, and his life ended in an instant.

Xiao Luo had been clinical in his execution, but the man thrashed around in the throes of his violent death and his struggle was amplified in this quiet underground crypt.

Suddenly, Xiao Luo’s ears twitched as he could hear the footfall of someone approaching. A security guard nearby became suspicious and cautiously made his way over. And, just as he turned past one of the metal cells, he was taken by surprise. Xiao Luo had tailed the guard, and the moment turned the corner, Xiao Luo struck with a violent thrust of his hand squarely on the man’s chest.

SNAP!

There was a gruesome sound of ribs cracking, and a piece of the broken bones pierced the heart. The security guard barely had time to respond before he lost his life.

What sound was that?

What happened?

The other seven or eight guards heard the sound. After some hesitation, they gathered their courage and slowly making their way forward. They had their guns at the ready when they reached the cell that held the Lady Poison.

“Major General Matsushita!”

“Miss Miko!”

The leader of the squad tried calling out for Xiao Luo and Nakamura Miko. He sensed danger.

Xiao Luo was like the grim reaper harvesting souls. He made use of the rows of metal cells as cover. In moments, he had already moved from the southeast corner to the northwest. There was a nasty glint in his eyes, and like a venomous snake, he had it fixed on the security guard standing right at the rear of the squad.

“OOOF!”

Xiao Luo’s Phantom Claw sliced his throat open as his other hand muffled the guard, causing the man to die quietly as he struggled in vain.

In a short time, Xiao Luo used the same covert method to rid another five of the guards. It was also at this moment that the two men at the very front—the last two of the squad—found the bodies of their colleagues. Shock filled their eyes and the squad leader hurriedly pulled out his walkie-talkie to report this matter.

“I’m sorry, but you don’t get to do that!”

A hauntingly ominous voice filtered from somewhere close by. Xiao Luo suddenly appeared behind him, and before the guard could even respond, his index finger and thumb ripped through his neck like a pair of tusks and tore out a chunk of flesh.

With an artery ruptured, blood gushed out of his throat like a fountain. The squad leader still tried calling for help, but with his throat ripped open, he could only make wheezing sounds. He soon lost all his strength as fresh blood poured out profusely, and he collapsed into a pool of his own blood.

Xiao Luo did not waste any time. He bounded toward the last guard and twisted his body in mid-air before he delivered a devastating kick to his chest.

SNAP!

There was another bone-chilling crack, and Xiao Luo sent the last security guard flying like a cannonball. He crashed into one of the metal cells, and his body virtually disintegrated as he slowly slid off the cell wall like a heap of flesh into a pool of his blood. Strangely, he seemed to struggle briefly before he stopped moving altogether.