Chapter 199: Twenty-second Episode: Chapter 9 (1/2)

Chapter 199: Twenty-second Episode: Chapter 9

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Commander of the Home Base Capital, General Reynold Hewitt Preston, was standing in the guard post beside the Tower of Heroes. He stared at the soldiers that were slowly entering the city. The soldiers were wearing the uniform of the Guards with the badge of the Capital Security Division. They dispersed in the city area from all main roads. Reynold almost yawned in boredom. It was already past eleven. At this time, he usually would already be lying on the bed and doing the things that were only described in erotic novels with his young wife.

After thinking about this, the commander took a distasteful glance at the pale Head of Secret Service Department. Rudolf Hoss had his arms crossed and lips quirked. He seemed to be smiling. However, with his strange moan, the situation was worse than crying.

Reynold never like Rudolf! He had heard many things about this guy. One of the craziest things he heard about that once circulated in the upper society was his mother once had a relationship with a young intelligent officer when she was young.

”I am surprised!”

”What?” The Head of the Secret Service Department quickly came back to his senses.

”I am talking about the infamous Secret Service asking for aid from the Capital Security Division. I am surprised!” The commander looked at Rudolf Hoss with mockery.

Rudolf opened his mouth but did not say anything. He did not seem willing to talk about this with Reynold. Or, maybe he just did not know how to face his own son. The Head of Secret Service Department had a son? No one would believe such matter. Sometimes, even Rudolf himself doubted the validity of this matter.

”What kind of guy is he?” The commander finally got his spirit up. This was within his scope of responsibility after all. Moreover, the Head of Secret Service Department already admitted that the fugitive caused a great damage to his action units.

Rudolf Hoss sighed, ”It's an assassin that killed thirty-nine agents of the Secret Service. Three of them are Paladins who have demobilized!”

Reynold laughed. He first did a gesture of prayer by drawing the sign with his fingers. He then said flippantly, ”This is their wrongdoing, isn't it? They chose to become agents instead of proper soldiers. This is reaping what they sow!”

The Head pursed his lip tight. If one day, Reynold Hewitt Preston would call him 'father', then the first thing he would do was to hug him tightly. The second thing he would do was to kick his ass.

”Sir! This is not the time to say this.” Rudolf Hoss replied the commander coldly, ”You should be well aware of the severity of the matter. I asked for your aid because the Secret Service can no longer control the magnitude of this matter. In the noble aim of protecting the capital and Her Majesty, I hope that you--”

”Sir! Enough..” Reynold interrupted the Head of Secret Service Department impatiently, ”This is not the time to say that! I understand my responsibility better than anyone else. I don't need you reminding me! But, I must also tell you this. If the Secret Service Department always needs the Security Division to clean up its mess, even the most hardworking person will feel distasteful.”

Rudolf turned his head away. He should really beat this guy up. Only this dumb kid would talk to him this way in the huge Dulin city! Of course... Other than Her Majesty the Empress. Oh, also O'Neil Andrew Morisette.

The Head of Secret Service Department suddenly had a cold shiver when he thought of his name. He still did not know what the Prince would do after knowing the truth. Even though the assassin had a great value, but he had already run away. It was not like the Empire did not have other assassins to utilize. It was not worth it to spend a huge amount of elite Secret Service members for such a lunatic. The aim of gathering Capital Security Division urgently into the city was to prevent the potential riot caused by O'Neil Andrew Morisette.

According to his past experiences, the Prince would either not take any actions or... Rudolf could imagine that fatty in an extreme fit of anger acting without a second thought.

The assassin was riding on a huge Tyler purebred horse and walked across the street extravagantly just like those Secret Service people before. No one knew how he killed off the one standing near the end in this team of knights. No one knew how he had a drape of the dead over him. No one even knew how he dealt with the dead body. However, if they were to let Thirteen explain himself, He would probably say that things happened too quickly and he could not remember anything.

In a nutshell, the King of Assassin was among this team of people that obviously were the agents of the Secret Service.

These guys finally received the order to abort their mission after much effort. They were rushing back to their place, a place that was thought to be the safest in the world, and they were doing so urgently.

On 24 Tromerid Street, this castle-like, red-brick building had been erected there for more than a century. It belonged to the private property of the Imperial Family. That was why there were many statues of lions, snapdragons, and crowns decorated the windows of the building. This brick building that took up 200 acres was not all repaired this while. Rain, snow and wind's corrosion had darkened the red bricks. It was a whole shade of dark red with a few light red dots. At a glance, it looked like the work of a wild expressionist artist, as if the whole wall was filled with magical beasts who were about to escape.

The agents of the Secret Service and the members of this large department were given a name because of this red-brick wall. The people who were familiar with them called them the 'Red Devils' This word was not common in Titan and was created by a bunch of trouble-seeking people. However, it was more than suitable to be used to describe those working in Secret Service Department.

A philosopher once said the most reliable thing to seek in life is to get a living! However, looking not from a philosophical standpoint and instead from a practical perspective, the first thing Thirteen had to do, who had consumed a large amount of stamina, was not to create chaos in the enemy's base. It was to have proper food in that restaurant that was well-decorated.

Thirteen quietly went to the back of the unit. He sent those golden-haired people with blue eyes rushing through the sharpened fence. The King of Assassin then quickly scanned his surrounding when he tied his horse to the pole in front of the restaurant... There were ten guards at the gate. Four on the left and six on the right. That iron gate could not be destroyed easily and it was as bright as day within the gate...

”Get me an Erguotou! One kilo of cooked beef!”

”What... What did you say?” The waiter of Tromerid Seafood Restaurant widened his eyes. If this dirty old man was not wearing the uniform of the Secret Service agent, he would have already kicked him off the street!

Thirteen blinked his eyes. Erguotou of the Ox-fence Mountain and the sauced beef of Five-shore Store! If a member of that Hidden Lake could sing a piece of 'Eighteen Dances and Flower Sword' along with the entirely incredible Guqin... Tsk! This would be what he called a good day! However, this was not something not reachable. Thirteen's surname was Wang. When his brothers were young...

The face of the waiter became clear. Thirteen realized this was something illogical. The King of Assassin had always been surprised by the medicine-making technique of the western people. If it were back in his hometown, there was no poison in the whole land that could harm him. However, the western people's opium... Thirteen must admit that what the doctor injected into him made him feel exhausted easily. When he was tired, he would see all sort of illusion.

Barely taking a deep breath, Thirteen sat on a comfortable-looking chair. He ordered the waiter to get him the strongest alcohol in the restaurant and also... bread. The servant looked at the weapons on this agent, then ran away quickly after politely received his order.

After a while, Tromerid Seafood Restaurant delivered the food to the King of Assassin. The alcohol was the classic Oligate Vodka and the meal was squid sandwich with bell pepper that was specially provided by the restaurant. Thirteen took a mouthful of the vodka. His exhaustion conjured the images of Erguotou, sauced beef, Hidden Lake member, the singing and his brother clearer! The people in the restaurant could clearly see the strange state the old man was in. The gentlemen then began to mumble among themselves. They had rarely seen such strong drug addict.

The assassin Thirteen took a dagger out. He pierced one of his veins on his hand, then blood gushed out. In a blink of an eye, the blood spread out on the white table. Thirteen seemed to be controlling his breath. He was using the art of self-cultivation of the east. The western people had always thought the Qi art of the east was the same sort of entertainment as poetry and calligraphy. If we were to discuss its origin, we could only say briefly that...

The eastern people had a near inconceivable explanation about the relationship between human's physical limit and natural laws. This explanation was shown in two allelopathic thinking. The first explanation was the Left Devil Path.

The other was the Right Cultivation Path. Wang Thirteen had been a complete adventurist for the Left Path. The Qi art he practiced was particularly good at taking shortcuts! For example, in the case of suppressing poison addict, the most effective way was to change his blood.

Blood flowed from the heart, along with all nodes as concluded by the eastern people, before finally returning to its source.

Logically... this process should not be disturbed by anything, or else the human body would lose its function. However, such an easy natural law was rejected by the adventurists of the Left Path without hesitation! The heart created and provided blood; the capillaries transported and nurtured the blood. A successful Left Path adventurist could attain the natural miracle of controlling the loss of blood, supplying blood in a single cycle and creating a large amount of blood according to many years of experience. The blood that contained all sorts of chemical substances in Thirteen's body was forced out of his body after a few cycles. When the King of Assassin opened his eyes, his body was already filled with clean blood.

However, changing blood in public places was definitely not something that should happen in Dulin, especially right beside the main office of Secret Service Department. The guests in the restaurant were already gone. Most of the waiters were hiding outside of the door and the owner personally invited the boss of the highest investigation division of the Empire over.

That boss turned away after taking a glance at the door. The owner naturally stopped him from leaving. He begged the boss of the Secret Service Department with a crying tone. He asked the person to take this old man with Alzheimer that was bleeding heavily yet still eating his sandwich away. However, the boss said that he had to call his companion to complete this duty.

The owner asked without emotion, ”How many people do you need?” A fee per person. The price of the Secret Service Department had always been on the high side.

”Everyone!”

The owner slumped onto the floor, but that self-abusive old man had already stood up. He burned his dagger on the candle fire. Until the blade was shining white, he pressed the burning blade onto his bleeding wound with his brows knitted. The owner could no longer hold it in, ”Get everyone here!”

On this point, the western people had the same thinking as the eastern people. That was to 'pay a great price to get the God of Plague away'!

Soon, the home base of Secret Service Department received the news. Just a street away, the members, agents and action units on duty at the base today gathered on the road. There were actually more than 100 people here. After carefully inspecting the restaurant, a leading guy came forward. He was the person-in-charge of the Secret Service Department in the Capital area. Those who were familiar with him called him 'Canine Teeth Guadero'. According to sayings, it was because of his cute canine teeth, Count Guadero was able to marry Her Majesty's cousin.

As Rudolf Hoss' most trustworthy and reliable Secret Service member, Guadero understood the hidden meaning of this job as he felt an immense pressure. His relationship with Her Majesty could totally bring him to the powerful position after the current Head retired.

Today, Guadero finally realized that his chance had arrived. He was not someone useless that had to rely on a relationship to get to his current position. Thus, he immediately lighted the beacon that signaled emergency the second he received the news. Then, he brought his people immediately to this place. However, when he arrived here, there were many people surrounding the restaurant. These agents did not seem to have come here to arrest the guy. Instead, they were here for some fun. Some guys who could not go forward even jumped up and down to take a look.

Guadero was furious. It was not like an eastern Pekingese was on display inside! So, he kicked them. These masters of high status naturally quieted down.

The owner was truly surprised. He did not expect Secret Service Department to actually gather everyone! Could it be that... that old man's mental illness was that serious? Regardless of the manager was guessing, he still delivered the restaurant's table plan to the person-in-charge of the agents in Capital. This drawing was no different than the floor plan of the restaurant.

”He is at Table Nineteen!”

Guadero heard the word and searched for Table Nineteen. After all, Count Guadero was a Secret Service officer who had experiences in this sort of emergency situations. After taking a deep breath, he could confirm two things. Firstly, he could not confirm the current position of the super assassin. Secondly, the armed members he had at hand could not rush into the restaurant at the same time.

”Twelfth Action Unit and Twenty-first Action Unit!”

Upon hearing the call of the officer, the members that belonged to Twelfth Action Unit and Twenty-first Action Unit quickly came forward.

Guadero patted the shoulder of the two captains, ”According to what I know, you guys are the best!”

The captain of Twelfth Unit nodded, but the captain of the Twenty-first Unit was unmoved. Guadero glared at this guy. He knew this guy only listened to the order of the Head.

”Alright! Twelfth Unit attack! Twenty-first Unit cover!” Guadero waved his hands helplessly.

The Twelfth Unit immediately began his actions. A group of members leaned against the western wall of the restaurant door, while the other group at the eastern wall. The members of the Twenty-first Unit lined up in two rows, facing the door. The members had their crossbows up and the arrows pointing straight at the door.

Guadero waved lightly. The people around him immediately fell silent. The members at the two sides of the door had lightly pushed the door open by now. The trembling sound of the crossbows could be heard immediately. Numerous arrows were shot into the restaurant. At the same time, when the arrows were shot into the door, the members of the Twelfth Unit rushed inside! When the last member was in the restaurant, the wooden doors of the restaurant suddenly closed without a sound. Following that, an intense fighting sound could be heard from the restaurant!

”One... One minute!” Guadero looked at his watch, shook. The battle and terrible screams in the restaurant only lasted for a minute.

”Twenty... Twenty-first Unit!” The person-in-charge could not hold it in! At least, he should know what had happened inside.

The captain of Twenty-first Unit was cooperative. He knew that he had to bear at least a little responsibility for his comrade's death. However, he felt that his comrades in the Twelfth Unit had no hope of surviving at all. When he pushed the door open lightly, the scene he saw immediately proved his expectation.

It was a mess in the restaurant. The bodies lied on the floor. The well-decorated walls were stained with terrifying blood and broken limbs were all over the place.

The Secret Service members who were watching nearby took a few steps back due to the shock. They stared at the scene with unbelievable eyes. Just in one minute, the once infamous Twelfth Unit in the Capital would never appear in the action list of the Secret Service Department again! This was simply something inconceivable!

The captain of the Twenty-first Unit waved his hand suddenly! The Secret Service members near him almost cheered for him. Nothing less expected of the leader of Twenty-first Unit. If it were others, surely, they would not be as calm as him.

The most elite Secret Service members in the Capital had begun their action. They had 24 people, and the captain also utilized the most stable formation. Four members moved into the restaurant, leaning as close to the wall as possible. They squatted at the corridor of the restaurant's front desk with their crossbows pointing directly in front of them. They were controlling the direction in which the enemy might appear.

The second group followed carefully. They had six people and two members at the front went to the side of the restaurant. They almost immediately made a clear sign to their group members. Even when they were going forward, the rest of the members scanned the restaurant with their crossbows, but they did not find anything.

The third and fourth groups had four men each. They followed their captains and entered the restaurant. The members carefully went over their comrades' body and stepped on the available space in front of them. The fresh blood left a terrible shade of red on the marble tiles in the restaurant. Several footsteps were enough to create small ripples in the pool of blood.

The last two members of the Twenty-first Unit finally went through the door, but they did not enter as their teammates did. These two members who were responsible to remain at the back stayed on guard by the door. They were staring straight at their comrades' back!

”Ah!” Count Guadero, who was outside of the restaurant, suddenly shouted. He saw two arms suddenly draped downward at the corridor. Just when the ones by the door turned around, this pair of armed had already taken out a sword and dagger and slit their throat.

The Secret Service members at the street took a few steps back again. They watched as the door shut close again. At the same time, intense fighting sounds and screams reached their ears once again. However, the sounds lasted for a long time this time. When the people were anticipating the last scream, five minutes had already gone past. However... this was already the last sound they heard.

Count Guadero wiped the sweat off from his forehead. He was hesitating whether he should turn around and leave now, pretending nothing had happened here. However, hundreds of Secret Service members were watching him. He had to get his spirits up. Even if the fate of his subordinate in there was already obvious, he still had to confirm.

”Ninth Unit and Sixteenth Unit, forward!”

The captain of Ninth Unit was a smart guy. Unlike the captain of the Sixteenth Unit, he did not use stomachache as an excuse.

”Boss! You are the person-in-charge of the Capital area. If you are the one leading us, I will go forward!”

The Count looked at this cunning guy coldly. Just when he was carefully considering the possible consequences of him leading the unit, the restaurant door suddenly opened! A tall and strong-looking guy stained with blood walked out step by step.

”Captain of the Twenty-first Unit!” Guadero yelled unbelievably.

The captain of the Twenty-first Unit seemed to have cried. There was a large water stain on his pants that gave off a horrible odor. His right lung was stabbed and a piece of him at the shoulder seemed to be gone. Essentially, he was unfortunate. Not only was he scared by the terrifying shadow that he pissed himself, he was stabbed, slashed, kicked, punched and now became a hostage.

”You... Don't come over!” The Count shouted loudly. He already noticed the skinny figure hiding behind the tall captain.

Thirteen the assassin pushed the guy away in a sudden movement. The person-in-charge in the Capital immediately collided with his captain. After crashing into his boss, the captain of the Twenty-first Unit only knew to look at his stomach... His boss had instinctively taken out his sword.

Guadero collapsed onto the ground and let out a series of screams that were similar to those of the pigs. He struggled hard as if he was assaulted by a rapist and kept pushing the head of the captain that had long lost consciousness. Surely, the Count must have thought the captain was forcing a kiss on him and he would never let that happen.

Thirteen flipped the body of the Twenty-first Unit's captain away as if all of this did not concern him. He admitted that this guy was considered a passable warrior. After all, his teammates and he focused completely on the battle and he was even shot in his ass. However… the mental quality of the western people was generally not high. Take this Count for example, when Thirteen pulled him up from the ground, he even thanked the assassin!

”Thank you! Thank you!” The helpless Guadero stood up. He wanted to see which subordinate had done such a nice thing. However, after he saw the person's face, he was immediately petrified until a sharp knife was put at his throat.

”Good... Good evening!” Guadero did not dare to move. He forced a smile as wide as he could, ”Is there anything I can help you with?”

Thirteen smiled. He knew the western people were smart. They did not see life as cheaply as others did.

”Tell your man to put down their weapons!”

Guadero quickly turned to the Secret Service members nearby. The result naturally made him widen his mouth. These guys had already retreated to the other side of the street and showed him all sorts of long-range weapons.