Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Along with a succession of screams, the crowd soon got thinner as many fell over!
“Shoot her! Shoot her—”
Someone let out a piercing shriek as if he had met a ghost. In the next second, a cold metal sliced through his neck and blood splattered to those around him.
Lisa was known to be a melee killer.
She was fast, accurate, vicious, and merciless.
Oftentimes, she would slash her targets’ necks before they could even aim at her. It was always fatal when she acted!
“Shoot! Shoot—”
Before he could finish speaking, the man heard approaching footsteps behind him.
“So many people bullying a kid; is this child abuse? Hah! How interesting!”
A sudden, bright voice resonated in the underground warehouse.
It sounded a little frivolous.
A chill ran down their spines. They stood up at once to scan their surroundings with bulging eyes but could not locate the one who had spoken.
Unable to find the voice’s origin, they exchanged puzzled glances.
Right then, they heard a strange, muffled gunshot in the deadly silent warehouse.
The man who was aiming his gun at Lisa collapsed to the ground. A bullet had punctured a gaping hole in his forehead, causing blood to gush out of him in stream.
The crowd faced the situation even more solemnly despite their shock.
They were all military elites, so each of them had extraordinary skills, yet someone had actually gotten past the guard outside the warehouse and broken into the place.
What infuriate them was that this person could easily end their lives with him lurking somewhere unknown like a ghost!
Among these soldiers, one shouted, “Who is it?! Come out!”
The voice replied lazily, “What a bunch of good-for-nothings.”
The ghost-like man’s voice gradually came so close that it sounded right next to his ear.
The soldier stiffened in response. As he instinctively moved to turn around, a pair of hands mercilessly grabbed his shoulders.
In the blink of an eye, Peaceful Tyrant stood smilingly beside him. His hand then tightly clasped the soldier’s throat as his other hand held a Colt in a tight grip and pressed it hard against the latter’s temple. The man whispered, “I’m right here.”
“You… who are you?!”
With a gentle smile on his face, the ace mercenary haughtily raised his chin and began reading his impressive opening, which sounded like a script. “I’m Peaceful Tyrant, Mercenary Paradise’s beloved and venerated chief commander by this world!”
There was a bang as a gun was fired.
The soldier’s head instantly exploded.
He flopped at the mercenary’s feet before he could realize what had just happened.
“Still dared to be arrogant in front of me with your mediocre skills.”
He lazily raised his head and gave an enunciated warning to the foolish people before him. “Don’t try to play hero. Beware, your head may explode.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a man swiftly pulled out his pistol and moved to point it at him.
However, before he could even raise his hand, another shot was fired. The man collapsed to the floor with a bleeding head.
It was as if the grim reaper were lurking around them. Their lives would instantly be taken away with just a point of his finger.
There was more than one person, huh! It seemed that there was another formidable sniper!
He sighed regretfully at the dead body on the floor. “Didn’t I say to stay your hands? Bullets don’t have eyes.”
He raised his head to look up at Lisa. “Retreat. Leave this place to me.”
