Chapter 215: Jenifer Killed A Master?!

Chapter 215: Jenifer Killed A Master?!

"Mr. Hanzo Kato, do you know what is scarier than a shotgun?" I smirked, enjoying the sudden tension in the room. "Well, it would be my new product, the Smith & Wesson fully automatic AA-12 shotgun! LUKE!"

The bathroom door was kicked open with a tremendous, splintering crash.

Every eye pivoted toward the entrance, shocked by the sheer physical power required to tear a heavy wooden door completely off its hinges with a single strike.

Luke strode through the shattered frame, his large body anchored heavily as he wielded two massive automatic shotguns. Large twenty-shot ammunition drums weighted the weapons, but he held them with steady, practiced ease.

A fierce grin cut across his face as he locked his gaze onto the targets ahead. "I wonder if ninjas can dodge this!" Luke shouted, his voice booming over the sudden panic.

A continuous, deafening roar tore through the room as Luke unleashed a relentless wall of lead.

Operating with the mastery of an Advanced Firearms wielder, he held both heavy weapons leveled straight over the horizon line. Spreading both hands out into a wide V-shape, he anchored his stance against the brutal recoil and began to slowly pivot his wrists inward. The two independent lines of automatic fire began to converge, systematically sealing off the evasion routes the shifting ninjas attempted to utilize.

A relentless hail of thunder followed, and the group was swallowed whole by a loud cacophony of pain.

We had anticipated firing these devastating weapons in an enclosed space crowded with potentially innocent bystanders. To minimize lethal collateral damage, the massive drum magazines had been carefully packed with an alternating tactical pattern of rock-salt rounds, pepper-pellets, and three-ball rubber slugs.

The chaotic spread of the opening barrage immediately punished the enemy formation. Most of the twelve Advanced-level ninjas were struck by one or all of the discharging round types, their defensive movements instantly broken. Out of the seven Master ninjas, three were caught squarely by the rock-salt rounds.

While these specialized loads lacked the lethal penetration of standard birdshot, the searing pain of coarse salt embedding beneath raw skin shattered their concentration.

Simultaneously, the exploding pepper-balls released localized clouds of chemical irritant, instantly inflaming their eyes and airways. Ninjas trained extensively to resist standard pepper spray, but any active irritant proved highly effective in disrupting their combat rhythm.

"AHH!" "Dammit!" "Get closer to the hostages!" "Split up!"

A flurry of sharp Japanese commands and raw cries of agony echoed from the twenty cornered ninjas.

The moment his two heavy drums clicked empty, Luke dropped one empty weapon to the floor without breaking stride. His right hand smoothly guided a fresh twenty-round drum of copper-coated eight-buckshot into the remaining receiver, slapping the magazine into place with a metallic click.

He angled his broad torso away from the crowded tables, ensuring his line of fire avoided the civilians.

The vast majority of the audience members in the hall were actually undercover Fire Birds operatives. They had taken up tactical seating throughout the room to shield the few true innocents mixed into the crowd.

Hinata and I launched forward the exact second the ninja formation began to fracture. I veered sharply to the left, tracking the movement of the seven Masters, while Hinata made a direct, unwavering bee-line toward Hanzo Kato.

Hanzo had anticipated her aggressive frontal assault, but my sudden, explosive advance toward his elite Masters forced him to split his focus, his eyes tracking my trajectory with visible alarm.

My right hand blurred against the hilt of my sword, executing a flawless quick-draw technique while maintaining a dead sprint. The edge cleaved cleanly through the neck of the first Master, who was still reeling from a face full of rock-salt. His head flew backward into the air, and before the body could even register the blow, I whipped my blade around to catch a sharp, metallic ring.

I rigidly parried the incoming strike of a second Master’s ninja-to, the vibrations rippling up my forearm as our steel locked.

A shower of sharp throwing stars hissed through the air, targeted directly at Hinata, Luke, and myself. Hinata and I twisted our bodies effortlessly to let the projectiles whistle past, but one sharp edge caught Luke squarely in his left thigh, drawing a dark line of crimson against his pants.

Luke grunted, his eyes narrowing as he identified the specific cluster of low-level grunts who had thrown the stars. Recognizing a clear line of sight that risked no civilian casualties, he leveled his remaining automatic shotgun and squeezed the trigger. A rhythmic series of loud blasts erupted from the barrel.

He refrained from emptying the entire drum, but the precise burst tore through four Advanced ninjas, instantly balancing the scales in the room.

A sharp whistle cut behind me, followed by a heavy rush of wind. A female Master had slipped into my blind spot, launching a sharp kunai directly at the back of my neck with lethal intent. My combat reflexes far outmatched her speed.

I pivoted on my heel, my katana flashing in a tight arc that batted the throwing dagger away with a clean ring, and using the momentum of the turn, I stepped deep into her guard to slash across her eyes, blinding her permanently.

The moment she stumbled back, two more Masters moved in to flank me in a coordinated pincer movement. One expertly brandished a pair of heavy sai, intending to trap my steel and deliver a fatal puncture wound. The other master circled wide, swinging a heavy chain and sickle in a low, deceptive rhythm.

I thrust the tip of my katana directly toward the chest of the sai user, forcing her to cross her twin iron forks to trap my blade an inch from her forehead. The maneuver was a calculated feint.

While her weapons were completely occupied holding my steel in place, my right hand snaked beneath the tangled weapons like a striking viper, driving my fingers deep into her throat with a brutal Tiger Claw strike that tore her windpipe free.

I ducked my head instantly as the second attacker lunged. The swinging chain whistled over my hair, wrapping tightly around the neck of the mute woman who had just lost her voice box.

With her grip gone from the sai holding my Black Dragon, I flipped the hilt into a single-handed reverse grip, driving the dark steel backward into the throat of the chain wielder to end both lives in a single fluid exchange.

"Rin-chan, behind you!"

I pulled my sword from the dying woman’s neck, glancing over just in time to see Jenifer standing near a dining table.

She held a thick white cloth napkin draped casually over her left forearm, concealing her hand entirely.

One of the remaining Master ninjas had closed within ten feet of her position, his hand reaching for a fresh set of stars to throw at my exposed back. Another surviving ninja noticed her strange posture and shouted a warning.

A sequence of sharp cracks echoed through the dining area. Three small, smoking holes tore through the pristine white cloth as Jenifer fired through the fabric.

The hidden deception caught the Master completely off guard; the very first bullet drilled cleanly between his eyes, killing him before his body hit the floor. The remaining two shots struck his collapsing frame as he proved entirely unable to evade the gunfire.

Jenifer had just single-handedly executed a Master-level ninja. She had accomplished the feat using nothing more than basic firearms proficiency, a reality that defied all conventional logic.

Under normal circumstances, a combatant of Master or Grandmaster rank possessed the sensory awareness to track a shooter's eyes, read the alignment of a firearm, and utilize their extreme agility to evade incoming fire.

Jenifer, however, had carefully analyzed the tactical data from our previous encounter with Laura Long. She utilized the heavy white cloth to completely obscure her handgun, preventing the ninja from reading her line of sight or tracking her trigger finger. She fired blindly into his center mass, relying on pure spatial deduction.

A human being cannot dodge a bullet they cannot see coming. Jenifer used her brilliant intellect to engineer a flawless assassination.

I felt a sudden surge of pride for the woman; she was absolutely getting a raise after this.

The final male Master witnessed his companion drop and threw a star toward Jenifer in a desperate bid for revenge. He completely forgot about my presence.

My blade intercepted the projectile mid-air with a sharp ring, and spinning on my heel, I delivered a sweeping slash that severed his entire arm at the shoulder. The limb thudded heavily against the floorboards.

The wounded Master stumbled back, his face pale as he desperately grabbed a discarded table napkin, tying it tightly around the stump to stanch the spraying blood.

Another series of sharp cracks echoed from Jenifer's position. She systematically began target-shooting the blinded and wounded Advanced ninjas who could no longer mount a defense, while Luke supported her from the flank with precise, single-shot placements against the few enemies who still possessed the will to fight.

Hanzo Kato realized his duel with Hinata was entirely deadlocked.

He glanced around the ruined room, his brow furrowing deeply as he shouted to his two remaining Masters in Japanese. "It was a trap, we are leaving!"

He slammed several specialized smoke bombs onto the floor, unleashing a thick cloud of toxic, dark poison.

The acrid fumes forced Hinata to back away quickly to protect her lungs, helplessly allowing Hanzo to slip through the rear exit.

Before the remaining Masters and the last few Advanced ninjas could follow their leader into the smoke, I extended both hands toward them, shaping my fingers into the silhouette of a twin-barrel handgun.

I glared at them through the haze, speaking in clear, cold Japanese. "Only Hanzo may leave, your lives are mine, now witness my God Hands! Bang Bang Bang Bang!"

I rhythmically pulled my fingers like triggers, my back turned completely toward the large front windows of the hotel lobby. The heads of the stunned ninjas suddenly began to detonate like ripe melons at a Gallagher show.

Behind the glass outside, the hidden members of my God Squad recognized my verbal command and hand signs, systematically eliminating every designated target with synchronized sniper fire.

A heavy silence descended over the ruined hall as the smoke began to drift. Twenty elite ninjas had entered the building, and only a single man had escaped alive.

The distant wail of police sirens grew louder, finally converging on the hotel perimeter.

I walked over to Luke to inspect his bleeding thigh, but he brushed my hand away with a dismissive grunt. Beads of sweat stood out across his bald head as he tensed his muscles to project an aura of absolute toughness.

I let out a low chuckle, looking up at him. "So, Cat is gonna scold you for getting hurt, huh?"

"Fuck, Boss," Luke groaned, his tough facade immediately crumbling. "She will lecture me for an hour straight, I am absolutely sure of it!"

Jenifer approached me quickly, her hands checking my chest and shoulders for any hidden wounds.

Hinata joined us a moment later, her expression dark and entirely unsatisfied with Hanzo's successful retreat.

I looked down into her tense face to ease her mind. "Be happy, Hinata, you actually held your own against him," I said softly. "Beating him will be a sure thing when we track him down in Japan later. He cannot hide from you now, or he will lose all of his remaining face in the underworld."

Her crimson eyes locked onto my blue eyes, her expression softening slightly. "Sensei, no need to comfort me," Hinata replied, dipping her head in respect. "Just teach me more before we depart. You have kept all of your promises to me, and this Hinata is deeply thankful."

Emergency vehicles converged on the hotel plaza within minutes. Police officers, paramedics, and fire crews rushed through the shattered entryway to tend to the surviving victims.

The authorities managed to secure the female ninja whose eyes I had slashed, dragging her away in restraints since she was the only enemy left breathing. Every other assassin lay still on the bloodied floor.

Lucy restored the building's electrical grid and security cameras the moment Hanzo cleared the perimeter, wiping our operational footprints from the local servers.

We quietly retrieved our experimental firearms from the scene, ensuring no advanced technology was left behind for the police to confiscate.

Luke sat on the edge of an ambulance bumper, enduring a few quick emergency stitches from a paramedic. The field repair would hold securely until our flight back to Star City. If the wound opened up during transit, I could easily restitch the tissue myself using my own medical skills.

After Soto and Nadia settled our final operational details over a secured phone line, we immediately boarded our private transport back to Star City.

Our primary objectives in the region were completely wrapped up, and we needed to return without delay. After all, I had an important formal family dinner to attend at the prestigious Feng Estates tomorrow evening...

Meanwhile, inside the lavish walls of Melody’s private mansion, a completely different kind of chaos was unfolding.

"Brother, can you turn this disgusting thing off?!" Melody shrieked, clutching her stomach in pure revulsion. "I am seriously going to be sick to my stomach and throw up all over the floor again, ugh!"

Raymond swiped hysterically at the glowing laptop keyboard and stabbed at their smartphones, his breathing ragged with panic.

An embedded picture-in-picture window on the display showed a similarly revolted Adam, who was suffering from the exact same tech nightmare on his end. The main monitor screen featured a graphic, un-censored video loop of explicit, raw male adult procreation, broadcasting a highly vivid connection that completely refused to close.

"Shut your mouth, Melody!" Raymond roared back, his face flushing crimson with a mixture of rage and profound embarrassment. "Adam, why the hell can I not shut this sequence down?! The damn signal is actively bleeding into our personal phones as well!"

The audio from the terminal crackled loudly as a voice transmission pushed through the corrupted network.

[FUCK! This is officially the fourth independent computer system setup I am going to have to throw straight into the electronics recycling bin today!] Adam’s voice hissed over the device, accompanied by a heavy, exhausted sigh. [This is the infamous Brokeback Virus. Just grab a lighter and burn your phones and laptops right now, because those operating systems are never going to clear.]

The transmission wavered slightly as Adam adjusted his microphone on the other end of the network link.

[We got completely tricked into downloading the payload the exact second we attempted to breach the hotel's closed-circuit security cameras,] Adam explained bitterly. [To make matters worse, the latest intelligence briefing from Azure down in South City confirms that Hanzo Kato completely failed his mission.]

Raymond's mood plummeted into absolute toxicity upon hearing the news of the grandmaster's defeat. "What kind of hidden cards does Rick even possess to make a legendary Grandmaster fail so miserably?!" Raymond demanded, his mind racing through the tactical anomalies. "Something is deeply wrong with this entire situation. Adam, do you think it is possible that our cousin Rick is actually the true incarnation of the Yellow Emperor?!"

A loud, mocking burst of laughter erupted from the device's speakers, cutting through the graphic background audio.

[Hahaha! Rick as the legendary Yellow Emperor?! Are you losing your absolute mind, Raymond?] Adam scoffed over the line. [What kind of mythical sovereign would spend his time operating as a common thespian, a corporate businessman, and a shallow playboy? No, if he truly was the Yellow Emperor, he would have absolutely no functional need to attend a regular university.]

The transmission grew deeply serious as Adam revealed his own fanatical internal motivations.

[Besides, I can feel the cosmic truth vibrating straight through my own bones,] Adam declared with absolute conviction. [I have been having vivid, repeating dreams of entirely different worlds and my own past lives, so I am ninety-nine point nine percent certain that I am the true reincarnation. Just wait until my upcoming birthday milestone arrives, and everything will be revealed.]

Another heavy sigh echoed over the electronic link as the looping video continued to blare.

[Anyway, I cannot force myself to stare at this graphic pornography for a single minute longer, or I will lose my mind,] Adam muttered before cutting the connection. [I will call your secure line tomorrow morning well before your family dinner. Click... do do do...]

The audio feed instantly dissolved into a flat, rhythmic dial tone.

Melody glared at the glowing monitor, her face twisted in pure rage at being completely dismissed during the conversation. She turned her venomous gaze toward her brother, pointing a manicured finger directly at the explicit media looping on the desk.

"And that disgusting behavior right there is the exact reason I am currently suffering from painful hemorrhoids!" Melody yelled, scolding Raymond without an ounce of shame. "It is because you lack the basic self-control to keep your anatomy out of my private back door! I seriously wish you could experience that agonizing physical pain for yourself, brother!"

SMASH! An absolute explosion of plastic and glass echoed through the room as Raymond brought his heavy fist down, utterly destroying the laptop and the two infected smartphones.

He wiped his hands clean of the debris, glaring back at his sister with absolute disgust dancing in his eyes. "Do not dare try to act like a disgusting, innocent sister right now, Melody," Raymond spat, his voice dropping to a menacing, icy growl. "You were the exact person who actively insisted we experiment with those taboo boundaries in the first place. I am going out to clear my head for a while, so see you later."

Without waiting for a response, Raymond spun on his heel and stormed out of the mansion, abandoning his sister on the leather sofa.

Melody watched the heavy front doors slam shut before slowly lowering her hands to gently rub her exposed belly.

A cruel, mocking smirk spread across her lips as she stared into the empty hallway. "Stupid, arrogant brother," Melody whispered to the empty room, her voice dripping with hidden malice. "This child I am carrying is actually Greg's baby anyway, so go fuck yourself."

Later that night, our private aircraft smoothly taxied down the tarmac of the secure Star City airfield....

Our elite ground crew and I were immediately met by the striking figure of Mercy, who stood waiting alongside our pristine white luxury limousine. A brilliant, breathtaking smile lit up her beautiful face as she reached out to pull open the heavy passenger door right beside the plane's stairs.

As the rest of the squad filed into the spacious interior of the vehicle, Mercy stepped closer to me, her voice dropping to a soft, seductive murmur. "Master, will you be spending your evening staying with me and Hinata tonight?" she asked, her eyes searching mine with intense longing.

I leaned down smoothly, capturing her soft lips in a deep, lingering kiss that left her slightly breathless. "You two truly possess an incredible talent for knowing exactly what I desire," I murmured against her skin, a dark grin playing on my face. "And I absolutely intend to reward Hinata tonight for pushing herself so hard during the hotel ambush. You as well, my beautiful lover, deserve to be held closely and cherished after managing everything at home."

I brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her cheek, my gaze locked onto hers. "So yes, absolutely," I promised her softly. "Only an all-out global war could possibly keep me away from your bed tonight, because I love you, Mercy."

A radiant, joyous smile completely illuminated her pretty features as she stepped back, closing the heavy limousine door securely the moment I climbed inside.

Once we arrived at our private sanctuary, Hinata proved to be incredibly aggressive and passionate, her usual quiet reserve melting away under the heavy adrenaline of survival.

I fully embraced her wild energy, spending the midnight hours thoroughly decorating every inch of her beautiful body with the deep marks of my physical affection. But tomorrow, the temporary peace would end.

It would finally be time to face the music at our grand Feng family dinner...