Chapter 436 - Reaper’s Scythe (1/2)

The blue Renault finally stopped outside an old manor on the outskirts of the city.

According to the intel, the estate’s former owner was a wholesale seed merchant. After going bankrupt, his wife left him, and the bank repossessed the land. In the end, having no place to go, he committed suicide in the living room. As a result, the bank failed to sell the property, and it had been left abandoned ever since.

There was no one to take care of it, and the once beautiful courtyard was now overgrown with weeds. Strangely, the sweet iris planted by the merchant when he was still alive was thriving well.

Mr. Coffee got out of the car and looked up at the sky. It was gloomy, and low, dark clouds foretold that heavy rain was around the corner. Closing the car door, he took a look around. “Is it here? It’s a good place to send him to his maker,” he said.

Picking a bulletproof vest from the back seat, Mr. Coffee put it on, then collected his Remington M870 shotgun from the trunk, along with three grenades. “Let’s give our friends a heartfelt welcome.”

The a.s.sault team dragged two heavy machine guns from the bed of the truck and set them up on the gra.s.s outside the manor.

Once the weapons were hot, they began firing at whatever that came into their sight. Bullets poured out from the barrel, shattering gla.s.s, wooden doors. Everything unfortunate enough to be in the path of the flying sh.e.l.ls were shredded mercilessly. The mindless shooting lasted for a full five minutes, stopping only after they had depleted their bullets.

Mr. Coffee threw two grenades at the manor before taking off this earplugs.

“Now, it looks better! Get ready to go in.”

The a.s.sault team behind him immediately picked up their a.s.sault rifles, crouched through the broken door, and charged into the house.

It was a monumental, disheveled mess inside. Whatever valuable furniture had been moved a long time ago, leaving whatever that was left to be utterly decimated by the rain of lead. The blackened blotches on the once white walls were in no thanks to the grenades. The a.s.sault team searched room by room, but they found nothing.

“It makes no sense. Our drone saw him get into this building, and he didn’t leave after that!” said the captain while frowning.

Mr. Coffee carried the shotgun and walked to the end of the hallway. “That can only mean that there are rooms we haven’t searched

yet.”

When the captain heard that, his mood lightened slightly, and his face relaxed. The team had searched every corner of the manor above ground, and it was almost impossible for anybody to make a move without being noticed. Hence, the only place they hadn’t searched was underground.

Immediately, Mr. Coffee spread the team out, sweeping the place again from the start. True enough, after a more comprehensive search, they managed to find an entrance to a hidden tunnel behind the fireplace. However, an unfortunate event occured whilst the secret door was bieng opened. It was a b.o.o.by-trap, where an arrow launched from a crossbow, and penetrating the chest of an unlucky one.

The very untimely death of a Black Nest personnel instantly made the rest of the team very skittish. The team leader quickly sent in a second person to replace the dead man. With the help of a glow stick, he managed to take a look around. It was a small wine cellar, built by the merchant before his business went bust. It stored countless bottles of wine from all corners of the world.

The team member reported his findings to the captain, and unbeknownst to him, a dark figure suddenly emerged from behind the wine rack and fired several shots. Consequently, another Black Nest elite was killed.

At the exact moment, the other Black Nest agents poured in and began firing back at the 01 Guerillas with everything they had. After emptying their magazines, they ceased fire and walked up to the wine rack in antic.i.p.ation.

Lo and behold, there was no one there

Mr. Coffee made a gesture, and two of his men entered the tunnel from the front. A small gunfight ensued as the those in the tunnel retaliated. Then, once again, yet another Black Nest member was killed and the other severely wounded.

In just a short period, Black Nest’s elite a.s.sault squad was reduced to a mere four members. Yet, despite paying such a hefty price, they hadn’t even seen the opponent’s shadow. This sorely irked Mr. Coffee, but nonetheless, he remained indifferent, appearing unaffected by the ma.s.sive casualties his team suffered. “Has the drone picked up on anything?” he asked as he tossed a glow stick into the tunnel.

“No.”