The Black Rolls-Royce Didn’t Stop.
It drove smoothly into the hospital grounds, completely ignoring the 30-40 armed agents pointing their rifles at it.
It was impossible for the driver not to notice them.
Yet, the car kept moving forward.
Didn’t slow down.
Didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t acknowledge the heavily armed GIA forces.
The tall leader of the agents frowned, eyes narrowing.
“Sir, it’s not stopping.”
One of the agents on the side asked cautiously.
“Didn’t we seal off the entire 10-kilometer radius? How the hell did this car even get in?”
The leader’s gaze darkened, locking onto the approaching vehicle.
This is bad news.
His instincts screamed danger.
“Shoot it out. Stop the car but don’t kill the driver. We need them for interrogation.”
His voice was cold, precise.
His head turned slightly, eyes sharpening.
Distance: 150 meters.
“Yes, sir!”
Without hesitation, the agents opened fire.
A storm of bullets rained down on the car.
Dozens of gunmen unloading their assault rifles, aiming directly at the tires.
The parking lot erupted in gunfire.
Tkk-tkk-tkk-tkk!
Metal clashed against metal sometimes because hitting here and there od side rears
And yet…
The car didn’t stop.
The bullets bounced off.
Like raindrops hitting glass.
The leader’s frown deepened.
What the hell?
He could see the bullets striking the tires, yet not even a puncture.
No damage.
Not even a scratch.
This was impossible.
Even bulletproof steel would have been filled with holes.
Tires were rubber they should have been shredded.
And yet
Nothing.
Even after hundreds of rounds fired.
One of the agents glanced at their superior, confused.
“Sir…?”
His voice was tight, waiting for orders.
The leader’s expression hardened.
“Destroy it. Try to stop the car. I don’t want it getting within 50 meters of me.”
Even he a leader of one of the world’s most secretive agencies, with thousands of missions under his belt
Had never seen anything like this.
But he didn’t let his confusion show.
His focus was clear. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire
If it came to it…
Kill whoever is inside.
Without another word, his men shifted tactics.
More gunfire erupted.
This time, they aimed for the windows, the doors, the body.
Bullets hammered against the car’s surface
Yet…
Pkkk-tkk-tkk-tkk!
The sound echoed through the lot bullets ricocheting like pebbles against steel.
Still, the car kept moving.
The longer it rolled forward, the more unnatural it became.
Some of the agents hesitated.
Something about this was far beyond normal.
One soldier instinctively reached into his vest pocket.
A hand grenade.
If bullets wouldn’t stop it
“No need.”
The leader raised a hand, stopping him.
His sharp eyes remained locked on the vehicle.
“Maybe he’s someone special. Might have come for negotiations.”
His instincts told him: They’re not here to fight.
And as if on cue
The black Rolls-Royce finally stopped.
Just one or two meters away from him.
Silence.
Every single rifle in the parking lot was now aimed directly at the car.
Waiting.
Watching.
The tension was unbearable.
Purple-haired man, General Damian, and Meleonora
Their eyes were wide, filled with disbelief.
“Was a Rolls-Royce always this damn strong?”
The car’s body gleamed under the lights.
Not a dent.
Not a scratch.
Even after a full-force military barrage.
The leader stood firm, arms crossed, waiting for the doors to open.
Only Lucian, on the side, looked completely unbothered.
He nodded to himself, seemingly impressed.
“Not bad… not bad.”
He murmured under his breath.
The leader side-eyed him.
“Is this your backup, kid?”
His voice was cool, analyzing.
Maybe this was one of Lucian’s higher-ups.
Maybe this was the real power behind him.
His mind raced through all the secretive organizations, underground families, and elite factions that could be involved.
But the lack of a license plate gave him nothing to work with.
Lucian didn’t answer.
He just stood there.
Hands in his pockets.
Smirking.
The door of the Rolls-Royce opened.
The driver’s seat.
A hand reached out, pushing the door aside.
Slowly, a man stepped out.
He was dressed in a black Armani butler suit, every detail crisp and immaculate.
A single monocle rested over his right eye, gleaming under the dim lights.
His posture was flawless one hand naturally resting behind his back as he closed the car door with precision.
The moment his feet touched the ground
Red laser dots covered his entire body.
Guns from every direction aimed straight at him.
Yet…
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t react.
Didn’t even acknowledge them.
“Give me your identification, sir whoever you are.”
The GIA leader stepped forward, voice firm.
“You have trespassed on restricted grounds and interfered with an active operation.
You will be taken into custody.
Get on your knees now.
State your identity and your purpose.”
The old butler didn’t move.
Didn’t spare the GIA leader a single glance.
The red dots on his chest, face, and arms
The shouting agents, the dozens of loaded weapons pointed directly at him
He ignored all of it.
His gaze locked onto Lucian.
And with calm, measured steps, he began walking toward him.
“I said, stop now”
The GIA leader’s voice hardened.
“Or you will face consequences. Whoever you are.”
A slight frown crossed his face.
“An old man?”
This wasn’t what he had expected.
A 50-year-old butler stepping out of a bulletproof monster of a car
And not a single other person inside.
That was it?
That was the backup?
And yet, what bothered him wasn’t the age.
It was the way the old man walked.
Calm.
Unbothered.
As if he wasn’t surrounded by elite agents with their guns trained on him.
“Not many can walk this straight while staring death in the face.”
The GIA leader’s fingers twitched.
“Stop him.”
His voice was calm, but firm.
Two agents stepped forward.
They didn’t need instructions.
They already knew what to do.
Weapons lowered, hands raised.
Popping their knuckles, rolling their wrists.
“We’ll take him in cleanly.”
The butler barely glanced at them.
The agent on the right reached out to grab his arm
And then
SNAP.
The old man’s hand moved.
Faster than anyone could react.
His fingers clamped onto the agent’s wrist.
And twisted.
“!!”
The agent’s face contorted in shock.
“What”
Before he could even process what had happened
The butler’s free hand shot out.
A gentle chop to the side of the agent’s neck.
A single, elegant strike.
Thump.
The agent collapsed.
Unconscious.
The entire parking lot fell silent.
Every GIA agent froze in place.
Their fingers on the triggers tightened
Their breaths hitched.
Even the GIA leader’s pupils contracted.
Lucian, however, just stood there
Watching like he was enjoying a show.
“Apologies, young man.”
The butler’s voice was smooth. Polite.
He adjusted his monocle, blinking gracefully.
“I’m in a bit of a hurry this morning.
Have a wonderful evening.”
He said it so gently.
So casually.
Like he had just held the door open for someone.
Not like he had just taken out a highly trained special agent in under seven seconds
With one hand still behind his back.
Silence.
Not a single agent fired.
The GIA leader’s jaw tensed.
His eyes darkened.
“Who the hell is this old man?”
Even General Damian’s expression shifted.
His eyes narrowed sharply.
“This man… is of my age.”
Yet his movements were flawless.
Precise.
Elegant.
And that strike…
Even he had to admit
It was clean.
A single, effortless takedown.
Like the agent had been nothing more than an inconvenience.
“This is no ordinary butler.”
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