Black Sky

Dodging bullets is both a science and a mystical art.

For the Hand ninjas, they possessed abundant experience and adept skills in dodging bullets.

Those Hand ninjas who were not skilled at dodging bullets had already turned to dust.

In the technologically advanced 21st century, sticking to traditions came with a price.

However, the first two Hand ninjas who rushed forward wouldn't have imagined encountering bullets that defied all logic.

Metal bullets hit their foreheads with unparalleled precision, as if in a shooting competition where every shot hit the bullseye.

The bullets entered through their foreheads and exited from the back of their heads.

Before they even hit the ground, their bodies disintegrated into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Russell had heard before that Hand ninjas would turn to ashes and disappear without a trace upon death. However, this was the first time he had witnessed it firsthand.

It was slightly different from what he had imagined—the bodies of the two Hand ninjas had indeed vanished, leaving only their clothes behind.

As for the weapons they carried, like katanas, shurikens, and chained sickles, they hadn't disappeared.

Um...

What's going on?

Are these dropped items from a game?

Looking at the cold weapons like katanas and shurikens on the ground, Russell had a perplexed expression, resembling that of a subway passenger engrossed in their phone.

Even if they're dropped items, at least they should be decent items!

Russell mentally complained.

Before he could continue his thoughts, three more ninjas charged through the safe passage, running towards him down the stairs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Russell didn't hesitate; he used Bullet Curving again to fire three shots.

Likewise, three bullets defied logic in the air, drawing arcs, and hitting the heads of the three Hand ninjas.

For ordinary people, these Hand ninjas were terrifying.

However, for Russell, they were no different from the petty thugs of Hell's Kitchen.

They appeared fierce on the surface, but dealing with them was just a matter of pulling the trigger.

After disposing of these five Hand ninjas, he made his way to the top floor of the building through the safe passage.

As soon as he set foot on the top floor of the building, the blinking alarm lights and the blaring alarms abruptly stopped.

Clearly, the Hand had manually disabled the alarms in the building.

For a normal corporation or group, in the event of an intrusion, they would immediately opt for an alarm.

Unfortunately, the Hand wasn't a conventional organization or corporation.

Although this building nominally belonged to a multinational corporation in Japan Country, this multinational corporation was just a part of the Hand legitimate business front.

Compared to contacting authorities for an intruder, the Hand preferred to handle things on their own.

In fact, this wasn't the first time the Hand had encountered such a situation.

Their archenemies, had done such things frequently in the past.

In the 18th-floor conference room of the building.

Madam Gao, Murakami, Bakuto, and others sat calmly in the conference room, as if they hadn't heard the external alarms at all.

Although they hadn't brought guards with them, this place was already an important Hand stronghold in New York.

During the daytime, most people here were regular office workers.

However, at night, only the Hand members remained.

During the day, it was a proper office building; at night, it turned into a place of crime, effectively serving two purposes with maximum efficiency.

"Any of you interested in dealing with those rats outside?" Madam Gao, who appeared to be a kind old lady, swept her gaze over Murakami and the others, and said slowly.

"Rats? There's no need for us to handle a few rats in person, is there?" Bakuto, who wore an expensive custom-made suit, said disdainfully.

"Rats? Those rats don't have the guts to cause trouble here." Wearing a white women's suit, Alexandra said to Bakuto.

"Alright, let's not waste time on those rats. Back to the main topic—how do you plan to handle Black Sky's situation?" The icy-faced Murakami looked at Madam Gao and the others.

Unlike Madam Gao and the others, he dressed quite modestly, in a traditional white neon kimono.

On the table in front of him lay an undoubtedly expensive katana.

"Black Sky is our most important asset. No matter where she flees, she still belongs to us."

"If none of you are confident, then I'll handle this matter."

Sowande, who hadn't spoken all this time, finally spoke up.

As the only African American among the Hand Five Fingers, Sowande had always felt that Madam Gao and the others were somewhat indecisive in their actions.

So what if Black Sky fled?

It wasn't a big deal; just bring her back directly. Was there a need to specially convene a secret meeting in the middle of the night?

Not only was he not at home sleeping in the middle of the night, but he had also come to the company for a secret meeting and encountered intruders. Sowande's mood now was worse than ever.

"If that's the case, then we'll leave the matter of Black Sky to you."

"After finding Black Sky, we can address the matter of Dragon Bones."

Ignoring Sowande's displeased expression, Madam Gao said slowly.

If Black Sky's defection only made the Hand lose a powerful weapon, then Dragon Bones concerned the lifespan of every one of them.

When they fled K'un-Lun, they indeed took a portion of the Dragon Bones with them.

However, after using them for hundreds of years, they were left with only a tiny amount of Dragon Bones.

If they couldn't find new Dragon Bones, those who had already lived for hundreds of years, accustomed to immortality, would have to age slowly like ordinary people, eventually facing death.

For those who had grown accustomed to eternal life, this was an intolerable situation.

If it weren't for the pursuit of eternal life, they wouldn't have escaped from K'un-Lun in the first place. Furthermore, they wouldn't still be on guard against K'un-lun's pursuit until now.

Others might not be fully aware of K'un-lun's power, but they who had lived and studied at K'un-Lun knew well how terrifying the seemingly peaceful K'un-Lun was.

"I have no objections!"

Bakuto was the first to express his agreement.

Then, Alexandra and Murakami also agreed.

With the main topic settled, just as they were preparing to leave the building and return to their respective residences, a Hand ninja dressed in a red ninja suit entered the conference room.

This Hand ninja first bowed respectfully to Madam Gao and the others, then quickly approached Madam Gao, reporting the situation outside with a respectful expression.

After hearing the ninja's report, Madam Gao's expression turned somewhat grim.

"Everyone, it seems that the rats outside are more troublesome than expected. Let's deal with them tonight!"

While they discussed how to handle Black Sky, Russell and Bullseye had already taken care of several Hand ninjas and were approaching them.

Russell chose to start from the top and work his way down, clearing each floor from the highest to the lowest.

On the other hand, Bullseye and Mr. Negative started from the bottom, making their way to the higher floors.

Although their numbers were small, only three of them, they were proving through action what it meant for advanced combatants to overwhelmingly crush lower-level combatants.

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