Pisco and Ireland were talking about something on the top floor of the Automobile Company.
The outer members of the Black Organization, who had been transferred by Pisco to protect him, did not know this.
But if they were to talk about that Half-man, Half-ghost urban legend, they actually didn't take it to heart.
Although the other party had indeed killed many outer members of the Black Organization during their operations.
In reality, that was nothing more than ambushes and unexpected attacks.
With dozens of Black-Clad Persons guarding the Automobile Company internally, even if that urban legend had the guts, he wouldn't dare to break in and commit murder!
The outer members of the Black Organization checked the firearms in their hands, feeling even more confident.
The firearms they held were not just handguns; Pisco had even prepared several submachine guns for them, stored inside the security gun safe in the security lounge. No matter what kind of monster, it couldn't block submachine gun bullets.
Moreover, members of the Black Organization, even if they were just outer members, were not to be underestimated.
Every one of them was carefully selected, underwent extensive training in a death training camp, and even had to go through self-inflicted slaughter to cultivate their will and initiative.
Whether it was marksmanship or hand-to-hand combat, they were considered elites in the assassin industry.
This time, Pisco had called so many of them over, even delaying some unimportant tasks for it. It was definitely overkill, even if...
This outer member of the Black Organization was still disdainful in his heart.
Suddenly, he stopped, because he felt something was wrong.
Although there were many outer members of the Black Organization hidden in the shadows guarding the Automobile Company, there should have been outer members of the Black Organization disguised as security guards patrolling openly.
However, he had been walking here for so long, yet he hadn't seen a single patrolling security guard!
This was a bit too strange.
As a well-trained outer member of the Black Organization, he immediately became cautious.
He took out the walkie-talkie hanging on his body, just turned on the button, and was about to adjust the channel.
He felt a cold gun barrel pressed against the back of his head.
"I want to ask you some things. I wonder if you have any intention of answering my questions?"
A cold, cruel, seemingly emotionless voice came.
This outer member of the Black Organization could not imagine how the person standing behind him had gotten in, or how he had appeared silently behind him and pressed a handgun against the back of his head.
His body trembled, his breathing became rapid, and his emotions began to spiral.
Such a person was no longer someone of his rank could deal with. Perhaps only Gin, the top leader of the Black Organization's action team, would have a chance to contend with him?
He wisely said.
"Of course, you can ask whatever you want. I will tell you everything I know, without reservation!"
Nara Hikaru then told him to turn around.
Then, before this outer member of the Black Organization could react, he only saw a black shadow flash by.
A sudden pain shot through his arm, which twisted involuntarily, and the handgun hidden inside his black suit was directly taken away.
Immediately, he almost cried out in pain.
But seeing the man in front of him, wearing sunglasses and black clothes, the outer member swallowed his voice back.
"You, you are... that urban legend known as 'Half-man, Half-ghost, God of Guns'!
The outer member exclaimed in a low voice.
And at this moment, he saw a person lying on the ground beside Nara Hikaru.
That was his comrade who was patrolling with him.
But this comrade could no longer speak.
Because he was already dead.
Blood flowed from his throat, soaking the floor.
It was clear that the person who wielded the knife was extremely ruthless, taking this comrade's life with one strike and ensuring he couldn't even make a warning sound before dying!
The outer member's slight urge to resist instantly vanished.
His body trembled.
Only now did he finally realize what "Half-man, Half-ghost" in the urban legend meant.
This Black-Clad Person's actions were simply like a ghost, elusive, unfindable, intangible, terrifying, and despair-inducing. No wonder he was called Half-man, Half-ghost!
"In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die, only foolish people die."
"I believe you are not a foolish person. Otherwise, I will let you see your brains, and then go find other lucky people to answer questions—"
Nara Hikaru held a dagger in his hand.
The cold blade was now resting on the neck of the Black Organization member.
He asked.
"I ask you, is Pisco still inside this building now?"
"How many people do you have? What are your weapon configurations? How do you patrol?"
As these questions came out, the outer member was startled.
So this living King of Hell from Mihua Town was really hunting down members of the Black Organization.
No wonder Pisco would disregard some tasks he had to perform and summon so many outer members to his Automobile Company to protect him. He originally thought it was overkill, but now it seems...
Perhaps just the protection of dozens of outer members is far from enough!
"Can I exchange my life for telling you?"
"You know, legend has it that if I tell you this information and you still kill me, then I won't tell you anything... You are a legend of your word, I believe you won't break your promise!"
The outer member said, trembling.
Hearing this, Nara Hikaru nodded slightly. He said.
"If what you say is true, then I can spare your life."
"Now, tell me what you know. This will determine your fate!"
Hearing the Black-Clad Person's words.
The outer member immediately spilled everything he knew.
He noticed that when he mentioned a blonde young man visiting Pisco today, the Black-Clad Person's movements seemed to pause, as if he knew who this blonde young man was.
And not until he mentioned that there were several submachine guns in the security safe in the security lounge.
Did the Black-Clad Person release the blade, signaling him to lead the way.
Immediately, the outer member felt a sense of relief, knowing that he was temporarily alive.
So, despite his broken arms, he quickly led the Black-Clad Person to the security lounge to retrieve the submachine guns. As for whether the few comrades guarding the security lounge would kill the Black-Clad Person...
That was not his concern.
Once they reached the security lounge, he would naturally shout inside and then dodge the bullets.
The outer member didn't believe that this Urban Legend of Mihua Town could be faster than bullets, could he?
Clack, clack, clack, clack.
Outside the security lounge, footsteps sounded.
Several outer members of the Black Organization who were on rotation raised their heads to look down the corridor.
They all instinctively reached for their handguns.
At this time, no normal person would come to the lounge to find them!
If someone were to come, they would definitely use a communicator to notify them in advance to avoid accidental injury...
They raised their handguns, aiming at the lounge door.
Then, the lounge door opened.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A continuous series of gunshots rang out.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
Nara Hikaru casually threw the wide-eyed corpse aside, walked into the blood-soaked security lounge, and fired several shots at the safe, forcibly unlocking it and opening the cabinet door.
The three American submachine guns inside were immediately revealed.
Beep—beep—beep—
The alarm had already sounded.
But Nara Hikaru was not flustered. He simply unhurriedly checked the condition of the submachine guns, then picked them up.
Hunting time... had arrived.