On the second-floor balcony of the luxury villa, a bodyguard scanned the distant lake with a pair of thermal binoculars.
The dark water rippled softly, as if a large fish had just breached the surface.
Pfft!
A suppressed round from Victor’s tactical pistol pierced the bodyguard’s skull.
The man slumped forward, his lifeless body draped quietly over the marble railing.
Down on the ground floor, Hayden pressed his back against the exterior wall.
He interlaced his fingers and rested his hands on his knee, forming a sturdy human step.
Victor instantly understood the gesture.
He gave a curt nod, stepped into Hayden’s hands, and vaulted silently up to the second-floor balcony.
Reaching down, Victor grabbed Hayden’s forearm and effortlessly hoisted him up.
Victor reached for the glass door handle.
Just as he was about to twist it, Hayden firmly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
Hayden activated his Outline ESP.
His vision pierced through the solid walls, immediately mapping the exact location and posture of every single enemy inside the sprawling mansion.
Victor, completely unaware of Hayden’s LitRPG abilities, frowned in confusion.
He had no idea why the kid was suddenly holding him back.
“Four targets in the main lobby on the first floor,” Hayden whispered, his eyes tracking the glowing white silhouettes.
“Two targets in the northeast corner of the first floor.
One target on the second floor, west wing.” Hayden lowered his voice even further.
“There are two more targets in the third-floor corridor, heading toward the fourth floor.
They are completely unaware of our breach.
You can open the door.” Hearing Hayden rattle off exact enemy coordinates through solid concrete, Victor’s eyes widened.
He looked at the young man as if he had lost his mind.
“This is no time for bad jokes,” Victor scowled.
He did not believe Hayden for a single second.
Hayden simply shrugged and gestured toward the door.
Victor sighed heavily.
He crouched low and slipped through the balcony doors into the second-floor hallway.
The two men moved like phantoms, their footsteps completely muffled by the plush carpet.
As they approached the west wing, the distinct sound of a toilet flushing echoed from a nearby bathroom.
The heavy wooden door clicked open, and a bodyguard stepped out into the hall.
Pfft!
Victor fired instantly, dropping the man before he could even blink.
The bodyguard’s location was exactly where Hayden had predicted.
Victor cast a deeply conflicted, strange look at Hayden.
Hayden patted Victor’s shoulder.
“The four guards in the lobby just split up.
They are patrolling outside.
The two from the northeast corner are walking toward the staircase with coffee cups.” Peering carefully over the wooden banister, Victor saw exactly what Hayden described.
The two remaining guards on the ground floor were casually strolling into the foyer.
“Are you feeling confident?” Hayden whispered.
“Two men.
Two shots.” Victor nodded.
He took a deep, steadying breath and rolled his wrists.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Two suppressed bullets struck the guards precisely in the back of the head.
Both men dropped instantly.
Taking down two targets with consecutive headshots at that range was the absolute passing standard for a K9-tier professional.
Victor glanced back at Hayden, a slightly smug expression on his weathered face.
He was clearly a little annoyed that Hayden had questioned his marksmanship.
“Watch out,” Hayden hissed.
Victor looked back down, his entire body going rigid.
When the first guard died, his ceramic coffee cup fell onto the plush carpet, landing without a sound.
However, the second guard’s cup slipped from his dead fingers and hit the polished hardwood floor.
It shattered into a dozen pieces with a sharp, incredibly loud crack.
The noise acted like a blaring alarm.
The four bodyguards patrolling outside instantly kicked the front doors open and rushed the lobby.
Simultaneously, the heavy thud of combat boots echoed from the stairs as the two guards from the top floor charged downward.
“Damn it,” Victor cursed.
His face turned deathly pale.
He had completely botched the stealth infiltration.
He did not notice the freezing, lethal glint that suddenly flashed in Hayden’s eyes.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Six suppressed shots erupted from directly behind Victor’s head.
Within exactly two seconds, all six charging bodyguards were dead.
A terrifying chill ran straight down Victor’s spine.
He slowly turned around.
Hayden was holding his suppressed Browning, the dark muzzle still smoking from the rapid volley.
Hayden’s previously calm demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a razor-sharp, suffocating aura of pure killing intent.
Victor swallowed hard.
He was absolutely dumbfounded.
Six shots.
Two seconds.
Zero misses.
Hayden had just flawlessly executed six heavily armed, sprinting targets converging from completely different elevations and angles, all with a standard handgun.
To put that into perspective, the absolute best K7-tier assassin Victor had ever met in his entire career could not even dream of pulling off a stunt like that.
In Victor’s eyes, Hayden was no longer a civilian looking for his sister.
He was a terrifying, inhuman monster.
“Brother, you…” Victor stammered.
A wave of profound embarrassment washed over him.
He finally realized Hayden’s combat abilities were astronomically higher than his own.
The young man had simply been letting him take the lead out of courtesy.
Hayden did not say a word.
He placed a heavy, solemn hand on Victor’s shoulder, silently indicating that Victor should fall in behind him.
Victor stared at Hayden’s back.
He took a deep breath, offered a wry, bitter smile, and obediently followed the apex predator.
They reached the heavy steel doors leading down to the basement.
Hayden checked his Outline ESP.
He saw three red silhouettes gathered around a table below.
Their precise, methodical hand movements perfectly mimicked a surgical operation.
Lying flat on the table was a tiny, fading white outline.
It looked exactly like a little girl.
Hayden’s heart slammed against his ribs.
His entire body trembled involuntarily.
He kicked the doors open and charged down the stairs.
Three doctors in bloody surgical scrubs were gathered around an operating table.
The stainless steel medical instruments in their hands gleamed with a blinding, sterile light.
Thick, dark blood dripped steadily off the edge of the table, pooling on the tile floor.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Three shots rang out so fast they sounded like a single continuous crack.
Hayden shot all three surgeons directly in the abdomen.
The doctors collapsed to the floor in absolute agony, screaming and clutching their guts.
Hayden and Victor rushed to the operating table.
Lying under the blinding surgical lights was a little girl Hayden did not recognize.
Her face was deathly pale, and her lips were completely devoid of color.
She had been completely harvested.
Her chest cavity was an empty shell.
In the massive refrigerated cabinet against the wall, over a dozen sterile organ preservation boxes were neatly stacked and labeled.
“Mia!” Victor’s voice tore through the basement like shattered glass.
His tall, sturdy frame completely collapsed the moment he saw the girl’s face.
He slumped over the operating table.
His trembling fingers hovered just an inch above his daughter’s pale, lifeless cheek, but he could not bring himself to touch her cold skin.
Looking into Victor’s bloodshot, agonizingly desperate eyes, Hayden knew the man’s soul had just permanently shattered.
Hayden frantically checked the adjacent holding rooms.
He tore the basement apart, but Lily was nowhere to be found.
A terrifying, freezing thought crept into his mind.
Hayden marched back into the operating theater.
He grabbed the lead surgeon by the hair and shoved his pistol directly under the man’s bloody chin.
“Where is the other little girl?” Hayden roared.
“The one you prepared for Deputy Mayor Graves’s daughter!” The doctor stared up at Hayden in sheer horror.
Bloody foam bubbled past his lips.
“Please do not kill me.
I did not know!” the surgeon gasped.
“They changed the schedule at the last minute.
The transplant for the Deputy Mayor’s daughter happened over half an hour ago.” Cold sweat trickled silently down Hayden’s spine.
Silas Thorne had altered the schedule.
Had the Black Sovereign Syndicate anticipated their raid?
Just as Hayden processed the horrifying news, a fine layer of dust drifted down from the basement ceiling.
The concrete floor began to vibrate rhythmically.
Something massive was approaching.
Hayden instantly activated his Outline ESP.
His vision flooded with red.
Over one hundred glowing red silhouettes were rapidly converging on the villa from the surrounding woods.
The sheer number of hostiles was overwhelming.
It looked like a dense, impenetrable net of heavily armed mercenaries closing completely around the property.
Suddenly, a heavily amplified voice boomed from a loudspeaker outside the mansion.
“Come out with your hands up!
We have the girl, and her life is in our hands!” Read ahead with 70+ chapters now with daily updates!
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