Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 639: Chapter 543: Hunt Begins (Subscribe please!)_1

Meanwhile.

The same order has been issued by the assassin organization where Flying Fish resides. However, they have made more meticulous preparations than the ’Venomous Python’. Their standby assassin squad is already on the way. If Flying Fish fails, this squad will take over.

If Flying Fish succeeds, they’re merely sent on a state-funded trip.

Such a cost is merely a trivial expense for an assassin organization.

...

Midnight.

Command Room.

Tang Qing has been waiting here for quite some time, staring at the countdown on the projection screen, he couldn’t help but sigh. He’s going to kill again. He find no excitement in that. But in order to deter some people, he has no choice but to use their lives.

Survival of the fittest.

Only the strong survive.

Often, the truth is this brutal and cold, mixed with blood and honor, using the blood of others to forge your own glory. Tang Qing felt that he could not escape this path, but had to keep walking until the very end.

’Beep, beep, beep...’ The urgent sound began to ring, six large zeroes flickering red lights on the screen. The hours, minutes, and seconds had all come to an end. Now it was exactly midnight.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Qing ordered, "Tang Yi, begin."

"Yes, Commander."

With one command, all the lurking fighters started to move in unison.

...

United States.

San Francisco.

’Venomous Python’ Assassin Organization Headquarters.

It was the morning hour. Lunchtime was just an hour away. Many of the ’Venomous Python’ staff were discussing what to order for lunch, as no one was allowed to go out during lunch. The chef had taken the day off, so they had to order takeout.

The whole building looked ordinary from the outside, even a bit old, but the inside was heavily guarded.

A heavily armed combat squad was stationed at the main gate.

Their weapons, however, were all hidden.

No one noticed.

A white man emerged from a utility room on the first floor. His face was thin and stern, and he was dressed just like the other employees. To facilitate the mission and avoid a head-on assault, this fighter had infiltrated here at dawn.

The first and second floors were empty of staff.

They were merely spaces for rest, meetings, fitness, and afternoon tea.

According to the locked target.

The fighter quickly moved to the end of the first floor. Not all people here needed to be killed. Many were clerks, and some were coerced. Only about half of them met the standard.

The end of the first floor is the office area for the security personnel and the passage from the first floor to the second floor. It was guarded rigorously.

The fighter pushed the door and entered.

Inside were six gun-bearing men standing in two rows, their equipment sophisticated, dressed in U.S. army combat suits.

"Who are you?" A robust white man blocked the way. He had never seen the face of this fighter before, and there seemed to be no notice from outside that someone was coming in. But anyone who could get in couldn’t be ordinary.

Because through the window, the companion responsible for identity checks at the only entrance here was still alive. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spoken that way. Instead, he would aim six gun barrels right away.

The fighter gave a faint smile, an innocuous look.

"I...just passing by." As soon as he finished speaking, the fighter made his move when they were still confused.

Five seconds later.

The fighter continued to head upstairs.

There were no survivors behind him.

Of the six men, four had knives stuck in their foreheads, and two had their necks twisted, lying crookedly on the ground, no longer breathing. These people were all bad people who had helped the ’Venomous Python’ to kill many innocent people. Therefore, they were listed for elimination by the Command Room.

With the surveillance of the entire building taken over by the Command Room.

The fighter didn’t have to worry about anyone suddenly popping up.

A sidestep, a tying of the shoelaces, a touch of the nose, casually avoiding the gaze of several security personnel on the second floor.

Leon’s office.

Twenty-four hours had passed, and he reported to his boss again.

"Boss, I’ve already dispatched a new team there. They should arrive by tomorrow morning. This mission is a bit tricky." Leon reported.

"If it weren’t tricky, how could there be such a high bounty? Okay, dispatch another team to standby just in case." The voice on the other end calmly advised. This was Henry Alis, the boss of ’Venomous Python’.

"Yes, boss." Leon replied.

After that.

Leon hang up the phone, getting ready to go out and give orders.

"Click."

A door opening sound rang out.

Leon looked up to see an unfamiliar white face enter. Leon’s face changed instantly. Without his permission, no new faces could appear on this floor, let alone in his office.

Enemy.

That was his only thought at the moment.

Without time to think of why, he immediately reached for the gun under the table.

Just then.

The white man moved. His hand waved like a swiftly-moving shadow.

’Swoosh...’ A sound softer than a silencer-equipped gun echoed.

As the sound rang out, there was a bloody hole in Leon’s forehead. He slumped onto his chair, eyes open in death. He never understood until he died why his robust security failed to give any warning.

The gun the fighter held was a modified spy firearm, its noise almost inaudible.

After Leon’s death.

The fighter exited the room.

His field of vision shifted to their working area, the targets were established and marked for death in his mind.

As a stranger emerged from Leon’s room, several eyes followed him. Two security personnel moved towards him, alert and ready to confront him. Yet, before a word was spoken, a sudden outbreak of violence began.

"Bang...Bang..." The sound of gunshots disrupted the tranquility of the building.

Out by the main gate, the faces of two Caucasian guards changed. Just as they turned to check on the situation, two bullets lodged into their hearts.

At the main gate, a squad preparing to investigate had barely taken two steps when a bullet pierced through the wall and through the bodies of three men. It continued its path, causing debris to fly everywhere.

Two were dead, and one was injured.

"Ah..." groans of pain echoed continuously from the American man who was injured.

Armor piercing weapons.

Fear gripped everyone.

They knew such a ruthless embodiment of destruction was usually used against armored vehicle equipment. Yet they couldn’t figure out who they had angered to the point they would use such weapons on them. The fact that the ’Venomous Python’ assassin organization had killed too many people over the years didn’t help.

Before they could organize their thoughts, another round of gunfire cleared the area.

Ten minutes later.

When the local American police from San Francisco arrived on the scene, all they saw were lifeless bodies and terrified civilian workers. The perpetrator had vanished. Through the accounts of the civilian workers, they learned the location was the headquarters of an international assassin organization named ’Venomous Python’.

The police were elated.

If the victims had been civilians, it would have been a disaster. But since they were all assassins, they could label this as a feud. The FBI would definitely attempt to suppress this news, but they could earn some merit from this.

Just as they expected.

Ten minutes later.

The FBI arrived. The leading agent inspected the scene, reported to the headquarters, and was then hit with a more bone-chilling piece of news... An unknown force was undertaking a large-scale hunt and killing spree targeting personnel of three different assassin organizations.

Three headquarters had been dealt with in less than an hour, and the death toll amongst the assassins had crossed the hundred-mark across various continents.

Moreover, the number was continuously increasing, and orders had been issued to strictly suppress this news.

The agent was utterly shocked.

He nearly dropped his mobile phone.

Who had enough audacity and strength to do this? Suddenly, he remembered something. His eyes widened in disbelief and utter denial.

No.

That’s impossible.

Their opponents didn’t have that kind of capability.

...

USA.

North of New York.

Inside a huge villa within a farm.

Henry Alis savored his masterpiece in his own wine cellar. His keen passion for wine stemmed from his fascination for enemies’ blood. The moment he came of age, he started dealing in arms with his brother.

They peddled arms throughout conflict zones in Africa, South America, and the Middle East. His brother died of heart failure, induced by addiction to stimulating substances.

Since then,

He had been single-handedly leading teams across various battlegrounds all over the world, selling weapons to every side of the conflicts. As long as there’s payment, he would make the sale. Earning a lot of money like this, he founded ’Venomous Python’, wanting to earn vast wealth more ’peacefully’.

To be honest.

When he found out that the fruit wine produced by Ling could cure addiction,

He was quite appreciative. After all, he wasn’t selling that, nor was he inclined towards substance abuse. Hence, he didn’t need it. He had the same values as regular people. But, business is as usual he thought, as long as there’s payment, ’Venomous Python’ would accept any and all deals.

In this world, only money would never betray him and of course, his red wine.

As Henry Alis touched the oak barrels, the fondness in his eyes was as if he was looking at his own child. At that moment, his thoughts drifted to Ling, and the irresistible fruit wine. With his own oak barrels right before his eyes, he felt conflicting emotions between sentimentality and primal instincts.

"Heh heh, Ling, what an interesting character, a rare talent indeed. I really want to meet you," Henry Alis muttered to himself. He was eager to see Ling, for the secrets of brewing that irresistible wine.

Just as he finished speaking,

Within the quietly silent cellar,

A voice suddenly echoed.

"Too bad, you don’t have that chance anymore."

Henry Alis’ face instantly paled. He enjoyed perusing his wine cellar in solitude, and no one could enter without his own permission. If someone made it in here without his agreement, there could only be one explanation - an enemy had arrived.

Turning his head, he saw a Caucasian man wearing sunglasses not far from him.

"Who are you?" Henry Alis’ voice dropped an octave, his hand automatically reaching behind him for his weapon. He had developed a habit of always carrying a weapon with him, whether he was inside his house or even when using the restroom - a practice he adapted from being an arms dealer.

The fact remained: There was no safe place in the world.

"Yesterday, your people tried to kill the person we were assigned to protect. Remember?" The fighter steadily advanced, each ’thump.. thump..’ of his boots echoing through the wine cellar, each reverberation was like a direct strike on Henry Alis’ heart.

"The person you’re protecting? Ling?" Henry Alis was no fool, and instantly thought of Ling. The Burmese warlord. Yesterday, it seemed that only the Mole assassination team had been given a mission

"Correct." The fighter confirmed.

Upon hearing that response, Henry Alis’ chest tightened with anxiety and his mind swirled with confusion. Who was this man? Which organization did he belong to? Why was he here? Was he here for negotiation or was he here to kill him?

However, he believed the chance of negotiation was much higher.

After all, with the power that he holds, being friends with him would be much more beneficial than being his enemy, or even killing him.

Thinking of this,

Henry Alis let out a sigh of relief. He had negotiated countless deals in his life, all with dangerous individuals. This time, he didn’t believe he would die. Thinking of this, a faint smile played on Alis’ lips.

This game.

He couldn’t lose.

"Friend, why don’t we sit down and talk?" Henry Alis pointed to a table and chairs in the wine cellar, speaking with a smile.

"That is exactly what I had in mind." The fighter also smiled.

Thinking he had guessed correctly, Henry Alis’s smile widened. What he didn’t realize was that the reasons for their smiles were entirely different.