Chapter 198: Twenty-second Episode: Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 198: Twenty-second Episode: Chapter 8

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When narrating a story, one would usually be required to first provide the settings, such as the time, background, and the main character of that story. However, to the agents and officers of the Titan Secret Service Department, all of these did not matter. Their lives were relatively simple – only to keep hiding and carry out their duties loyally.

The order from their superiors had stated that the time to inject sedatives into that assassin from the East had come. It was about four in the afternoon. The spring in Dulin City was extremely obvious. The pedestrians all tumbled as the strong wind that carried dust in the air blew. Right at this time, a few Secret Service agents dressed like gentlemen who were riding in four carriages arrived at the art gallery of the Bitchell. The owner, Hugh, welcomed them. This passionate, big guy prepared some superior-quality tea, coffee and some snacks for the officers.

The person-in-charge was a doctor. We were not clear if he had a physician license, but this person was extremely good at using psychiatric drugs. Moreover, the experiments before had already shown his compound drug could indeed control the people whose will was extremely unstable.

”Let's enter!” The doctor said as if he was asking the opinion of his companions, but surely, no one would have any. Then, the men took weapons such as the knight's sword, crossbow, knife and such from the hidden compartments of the frame. They were only waiting for Hugh to open the hidden door that led to the basement.

Hugh opened the door, but the atmosphere in it was slightly odd. Two oil lamps were extinguished. Only the flowing cold wind was whistling lightly at the door.

”Did you forget to replenish them last time?” Hugh asked the master of the art gallery.

Bitchell maybe drank a few glasses. He muttered under his breath, but no one understood what he had said.

Hugh became impatient. He first stepped into the space that was covered in complete darkness. However, the cautious doctor stopped him, ”That prisoner is not as obedient as we imagined!”

The doctor turned to the agent beside him, ”Go and get a lamp. I don't want to enter into the dark!”

The light of the lamp was extremely dim. It could only light up a distance of about two meters in front of them. The agents carefully entered the hidden door and spread out on the left and right. They held their weapons tightly, especially those guys who had seen him kill before, trembling anxiously.

”Alright! My friend!” Finally, the doctor released a relaxed moan. The light shone upon the dirty bed and that dangerous prisoner was lying on. He seemed to be asleep, but the doctor would rather him be awake.

”But... Where did this kid come from?” The doctor glared in disbelief at this little guy who suddenly appeared in the light. He turned to his companions immediately, ”What is with you guys? Who sent this kid here?”

Bitchell shrugged. He walked forward and took the kid by his neck. Micath was hanging in the air. He did not struggle at all. Instead, he stared at the guy he hated the most with a sort of gaze that seemed to be looking at something dead.

”This kid is sent by the combat unit that directly belongs to the main department. In other words… this is under the order of the Head of Department!” The owner explained as he glanced at this expressionless kid in disdain. He even swung this kid in the air as if he was provoking this kid.

”I heard that... the Military Intelligence Bureau of Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette was looking for a kid that was kidnapped!”

Everyone looked at this guy who suddenly spoke. The owner Bitchell glanced at him coldly, ”Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?”

The doctor waved his hands, ”Rock, this is Bitchell! Bitchell, this is Rock! One of my teammates is not feeling well. Rock is here to substitute for him! So... Bitchell, being polite to my people will not put you in a disadvantageous position; And Rock, I must warn you. For one last time! The Secret Service Department is not the newspaper that encourages freedom of speech. Taking care of your words is taking responsibility for your life!”

”Yes, sir!” This agent named Rock retreated into the shadow. Perhaps his officer and colleagues would think that this matter had been finished, but Rock was beyond excited! Half a year ago, he had received the secret order in the Secret Service Department's inner circle to search for the assassin Thirteen. This morning, he received the investigation notice about Micath Andrew Sukhoi from his secret contact. Things would not be so coincidental, but it had certainly turned out this way!

”Well then... my old friend!” The doctor turned to the prisoner who was lying quietly on the bed. ”Let's begin!”

Assassin Thirteen opened his eyes lightly; they were black, seemingly devoid of light and color. The doctor pulled at the iron chain that restricted the prisoner. It was tight as usual.

Hugh lighted up the oil lamps in the room. Light once again fared up in the dark underground space. The agents spread around the room while Bitchell was bullying the kid. It seemed that this guy still remembered what had happened in the morning. He tore the kid's clothes open, seemingly looking for something hidden on him, but there was nothing in it.

The owner of the gallery spat. He did not like this expressionless kid, but he was rather interested in the skin of this kid. He pushed Cath against the wall as his hairy palm touched the insides of the kid's pants.

”Hey... Enough!” Hugh interrupted his old friend's intention right in time and sent a disdainful glance over, ”This is the time to be serious!”

The owner, who had a terrible character, took his hands out of the kid's pants. He even carefully smelled his dirty hands.

Micath did not know what was going on. He was simply instinctively furious and showed such an expression that he was about to eat someone alive. However, such expression, in the eyes of the adults… was the tearless expression that only poor people showed.

”Come here, my friend!” The doctor opened up his medical bag under the light. This bag was no different from a normal first-aid kit, only added with a few glass bottles without labels. As usual, the doctor carefully inspected the condition of the prisoner before injecting the drug, especially in the aspects of heart pulses and muscle reactions. After recording the data in the file, this normal-looking doctor took out a glass springe that was as thick as a thumb.

At the beginning of the eighth century of Church Calendar, drug sedation was still a rare sight to behold.

Some of the religious members even strongly rejected it as an ungodly thing. Moreover, this sort of drug was self-made and had not gone through an official clinical test, not to mention how troublesome it was to make a manual glass syringe! About the iron-made needle, to be honest, the people always thought of veterinary when they saw it, simply because this thing was just like a narrow dagger.

Thirteen the Assassin was still unmoving as usual. He looked at the doctor as he tied a rubber to his upper arm and poked the vein on his arm with satisfaction. At last, the doctor finally took half a syringe of drugs from the glass bottle and equipped the syringe with a huge needle.

”Alright, honey!” The doctor of Secret Service Department smiled evilly, but he saw the prisoner smiled at the same time as well.

Just when the needle was about to poke into the vein of the assassin's forearm! A clear metallic screeching could be heard in the dark underground space. The prisoner's arm left the iron chain that bounded him. He sprung up from the bed and stood up.

The doctor held the needle, standing still blankly. His brain still could not react to this unbelievable matter! However, the assassin had begun to move. Thirteen pulled the doctor's arm. One of his hands pressed at the palm that held the needle, then pushed it toward the back forcefully! The crisp breaking sound of bones and the doctor's shriek echoed in the basement. The assassin did not plan on letting him go just like that! He moved the doctor's broken arm suddenly and poked the thick needle into the doctor's vein at his neck. Red blood filled the springe like a destroyed dam. The doctor's shrieks turned into screams as he twitched in pain.

Right when the unlucky doctor slumped to the floor quickly, the agents had already rushed forward, waving their weapons crazily! The assassin made a backward flip and jumped onto the wall. He ran a little on the wall, then gave a flying kick as he jumped off the wall. A tall agent immediately flew off from the incredible impact and slammed into the oil lamp at the wall. When the lamp broken into parts, he was soaked in the oil and was instantaneously set on fire!

The opponent's blood was splashed onto Thirteen's face. The struggle, shriek, bad odor of burning human and the stinging bloody aura that followed made the King of Assassins so excited that he shouted loudly!

Without allowing the prisoner to fully express his emotions, the weapons had arrived. One at his left, one on his right; One aimed at his throat and one at his rib! The assassin avoided both the sword and short knife as he turned to the side. Thirteen held strongly at the arm that held the sword and jumped off the enemy's knee. He flipped in the air and sat on the opponent's shoulder. The person did not dare to move, but the assassin had already guided the trapped arm to extend the sword. In a blink of an eye, the person was stabbed to death. The assassin was still giving his all. He clamped the sword-user's head with his knees and twisted to the left in a sudden movement by changing his center of gravity!

The sound of broken bones could be heard again. The assassin released his knees and landed on the ground. The body whose neck was broken knelt down before being slammed onto the rocky ground.

The assassin took the knight's sword. Even though this thing was not handy, it was more than enough to deal with these pathetic people. The agents surrounded him in fear. The assassin was at the center of the encirclement, but these people did not dare to approach him first.

Thirteen slowly moved his feet. He scanned the frightened enemy. Right when these guys were glancing at the assassin's weapon, Thirteen suddenly swept his feet. Then, the knife on the ground flew up into the air and hit the last oil lamp accurately! The basement immediately fell into darkness. Only a burnt corpse was still decorated with small fire sparks on it.

Helpless screams and clashing of weapons came from the basement! Chaotic footsteps, flashing shadow of swords, the humming of blood spurting out of the body and the limbs and body that went all over the place! When everything returned to silence, there was only a heavy breathing that hinted an extreme fear left in the dark underground space.

The owner realized that he was the sole survivor in the room. His arm clasped around the small boy's neck tightly while his other hand rubbed the matches crazily on the wall.

The match finally was lighted. Bitchell immediately saw the terrifying assassin and... broken limbs that were... all over the place!

”Don't come near me! Don't! Or else I will kill him...”

Thirteen did not go near him. With the help of the light, the assassin found the lamp that was put off. Then, he walked to the body that was still burning. The lamp quickly lighted up.

Bitchell was watching cautiously. Every corner he saw was dressed in blood. On the wall, the ground and on the assassin! The boy seemed to be in pain from his grasp. The owner was extremely impatient with that weak struggle. He had no choice but to increase the force of his grasp.

It seemed... The King of Assassin did not care about the owner who had a hostage. He was interested in the doctor that was lying on the ground because this guy had not died yet! That needle seemed to only poke into his vein and the syringe was filled with blood. However, the human's blood had not flown out yet.

The doctor was shaking his head lightly. He could not let out any voice. He simply begged the assassin who squatted beside him with a helpless gaze.

Thirteen pulled the doctor's fingers that held the syringe with force. He watched in satisfaction as the person's gaze turned into despair. Then... just as what the doctor used to do to him, the assassin slowly pushed the injector. Blood and drug slowly flowed into the human's body. The doctor was in spasm and soon spat foam from his mouth.

The King of Assassin raised his head. This guy who called him honey had finally gone to his god, ”What about you? Don't you plan to let him go?” Thirteen said as he turned to Bitchell who kept moving towards the door.

”Don't come here! Stand there and don't move... Don't move!”

The owner screamed frantically just like all the animals that loved to bluff until an icy knife was placed at his neck from the back. Bitchell turned his head slightly and saw the uninjured Rock smiling coldly at him.

”Let go, Bitchell! You won't be quicker than my dagger!” Rock said as he pulled at the person's hair with his other hand.

Thirteen smiled slightly. His instinct was very accurate. Just when everyone was rushing towards him, only this guy named Rock retreated to one side as if this did not concern him.

Bitchell blinked. He changed his strategy. He pushed this dirty boy away, then immediately changed into his begging mode.

”Please, Rock! Considering that we are colleagues... I am simply following orders! I am simply--”

”Enough, Bitchell! I will convey everything that you have done to that kid to Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette! Have you heard about how Prince O'Neil deal with the guys that invaded Andrew?”

”Don't... Don't...”

Micath struggled out of the assassin's embrace. He was neither interested in whatever just happened, nor was he interested in the bodies on the ground. He took a mini hand cannon from under the bed and lead balls from his pocket. Lastly, he carefully tore the small packet of fire powder open.

”You should quickly leave this place...” Rock reminded the assassin loudly.

Thirteen shook his head. He glanced at Cath curiously. He wanted to know what Oscar's son would do next.

Micath filled the fire powder in familiar movement and stuffed the lead ball. He came in front of Bitchell and took the burning match from him.

”Don't... Don't... I... I apologize...” The owner stared at the boy in an outright fear.

Cath held the mini hand cannon up, but the weight made his arm tremble. The little guy realized this fact. He was frustrated, then turned to the observing Thirteen at last.

”Don't move...”

The assassin immediately came forward, ”You want him not to move? That's easy!”

Along with a few screams, the owner's ligaments in his limbs were all cut. Bitchell was cowering on the floor like a maggot now. His pants were wet, giving off a terrible odor.

Cath let out an 'Ola' in satisfaction the same way his father did when he was ecstatic. The little guy raised his mini hand cannon. The weight of the cannon and trembling hands made it hard to aim properly at his target. Cath thought to himself, perhaps stuffing the hand cannon into his mouth is a good choice. Cath immediately saw to it done, but the poor maggot on the ground was not cooperating. The frustrating little kid turned his helpless gaze to the King of Assassin once again.

Thirteen scratched his thick hair. Now, he was fully convinced that this kid, who had not learn properly how to talk, was definitely Oscar's son.

The King of Assassin stepped on the owner's private part forcefully. Bitchell finally screamed. Micath reached out his hands and the cannon disappeared into the hateful guy's yellow teeth.

”Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...” Bitchell shook his head violently, but every time he tried to spit the cannon out, that horrifying assassin would increase the force of his leg. This made the owner scream in pain loudly and the cannon then fell deeper into his throat.

Cath finally lighted the cannon. Sparks of fire appeared and the cannon was sizzling. Just like how his mother had taught him, Cath used his other hand to stabilize his arm. His face was expressionless as if he was gazing at the target at close distance.

Along with a heavy screeching! Blood and brain fluid splashed onto the ground. Micath retrieved his mini hand cannon as he said 'Ola'. The cannon pulled a long bloody spit from the person's mouth. The little kid wiped it on the dead body until his father's gift gave out a metallic shine again.

”Thirteen,” After a while, Rock tore his gaze away from the boy. He was truly frightened. It appeared that the rumor was true... Andrew's people were definitely different.

”It's me!” The assassin nodded.

”Oh... This is great!” Rock reached out his hands to the legendary assassin from the East, ”You know my name. My identity is a little complicated, but you must understand I work for the Military Intelligence Bureau which Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette leads, not the Secret Service Department that imprisoned you!”

The assassin rolled his eyes. He had no idea what the noun Rock mentioned meant, but only recognized the Secret Service Department.

”Friend?” Thirteen glanced at the palm that was reached out towards him.

”You can take it that way!” Rock tried to smile naturally, but he could not.

”Alright! Friend!” Thirteen finally shook hands with him.

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After shaking hands, Devil Sandy brought Paul into the hidden observation deck that was built just recently. Colonel Sandinand pointed to the quiet farm not far away from then. He spread his hands towards Paul, rather troubled.

”The news we received this afternoon state that a family nearby just bought a whole cart of living chicken yesterday.”

”It's here?” Paul said as he placed his eyes on the single-hole telescope.

”Yeah! No farmer will set up armed posts at his door or place sniper on the banyan tree in his garden.”

”I saw it!” Paul carefully adjusted the image direction of the telescope. His observation deck was located at a small hill four to five hundred meters away from the farm's gate.

There was an abandoned stable here. The Special Combat Brigade even covered the stable with a camouflage net made of leaves when they entered this place.

”Are you sure they saw us?” Snowstorm finally left the telescope.

Sandinand nodded, ”The soldiers were roaming at this area. Sometimes, they will go to the farm and ask. I believe the people inside will not feel anything odd.”

Paul nodded and pressed Sandy's shoulder, ”Do you plan on letting me go in?”

Devil Sandy shook his head, ”I am not sure! But our opponent has lost twenty-seven people during the action early morning on the 10th day of the 1st month. That means... There are at least thirty to forty fully armed elite combatants hiding in the farm! If Young Master Micath is truly in there... I still recommend His Highness to observe a little longer!”

Paul nodded to show his agreement. It was not suitable to make a rash decision during this time. However, Snowstorm did not know what was wrong with him today. Something in him felt extremely uncomfortable. He kept losing his focus when he did things. If he rushed inside with this condition...he could not imagine how O'Neil Andrew Morisette would react while holding his son's body.

The dusk light seemed to lit the humble stable in flames. Layers of clouds fell from the sky and hid behind the mountain far away. At the edge of the horizon, a large piece of flaming clouds decorated the dusk light. The light splashed onto the field in all directions. The pedestrians and the farmers returning late walked on the light-colored rocky roads. Smoke seemed to rise from the bricked hut hidden in the field at the same time. After passing by a village, the flame-like dusk painted flowing light on Rayshure's fur. It throttled up the mountain from the side that had the sun to its back. O'Neil Andrew Morisette tied the huge horse at the stable. His sight had been set at the farm in front him.

The farm was still as peaceful as usual. There were cows and horses at the field and a large group of ducks surrounded the pond.

There were a few houses made of yellow bricks in the farm. Just like any other farm, they lighted up the fire in the evening. Sometimes, a few women's shouts could be heard from the houses.