Chapter 659 431: Do Your Best to Kill Me (1)

And the sound of gunfire in the distance.

His tone was hesitant.

However, before he could finish speaking,

he was slapped on the back of the head.

The one who hit him was none other than the young man known as Scar Brother.

A vicious, cross-shaped scar marred his face, the flesh turned outward, making it look exceptionally horrifying.

He wore a black bulletproof vest, and the rifle in his hands glinted coldly under the streetlight.

He blew out a smoke ring and viciously ground the cigarette butt under his foot.

"Look at you, you coward!"

Scar Brother grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

"This is exactly why we have to hit this score. It's a rich neighborhood.

Rob any one of these houses, and you're looking at a take of at least a hundred million.

Besides, I've already cased our target for this mission."

He turned to scan his eager accomplices, then pointed in a specific direction.

"See that place over there? That's the residence of Shenmu City's real estate tycoon, Matsubara Yasuo.

If we pull this off, the haul will be enough to set us up for life.

Plus, after we're done, we can lie low here. We can even use their security system to hold out until the Killing Day is over..."

The men all looked in the direction he was pointing.

Cyan Ridge Manor was a top-tier villa district.

There weren't many buildings inside.

There were only nine in total, and the distance between each one was vast.

At this moment, most of the houses were pitch-black; not a single light could be seen from the outside.

However, there was one exception.

It was the villa on the far right, which was currently lit up.

Its location was prime.

An oval lake sat beside it, and because of the manor's elevated position, its residents could overlook the landscaped gardens of the entire villa district.

The three-story, European-style villa shimmered with luxurious lights in the darkness, like a mountain of gold just within reach.

At this sight,

flames of greed danced in everyone's eyes, and their breathing grew heavy.

Of course, no one was unfamiliar with the name Matsubara Yasuo.

He was the public face of wealth in Shenmu City, its richest man.

A man who frequently topped the trending charts on short-video apps.

According to his publicly declared assets, his fortune was in the hundreds of billions.

Even if this was just one of his residences, it was beyond comparison to any ordinary mansion.

"But, Scar Brother, how do we get in?"

A tall, thin man in a black mask asked in a hushed voice, his fingers nervously caressing the grip of his gun.

A cold smirk played on Scar Brother's lips, his scar looking particularly vicious in the dim light.

He raised a hand, signaling for silence.

"I have my ways. Follow me."

His voice was low, as if he had everything under control.

The men exchanged glances and silently followed.

Scar Brother led them through a dense thicket, the dead leaves and branches underfoot making soft crunching sounds.

Soon, he stopped in a hidden corner, bent down, and lifted a rusty manhole cover.

"Through here, we can get into Cyan Ridge Manor."

A flash of pride glinted in his eyes.

This secret passage was from his father.

The head of design and construction for Cyan Ridge Manor back in the day.

A back door, left on purpose.

For this very day.

Without another word, the men climbed into the sewer one by one.

The damp air was thick with the stench of rot and mildew, mixed with the smell of rust and sewage.

Sticky droplets of water seeped from the rusty pipe walls, making a DRIP... DRIP... sound in the silence.

The sound of their footsteps echoed and mingled in the narrow passage.

The group moved like rats, winding their way through the intricate labyrinth of pipes.

Finally, when the last grate was removed,

a wisp of night air, fragrant with the scent of grass and trees, washed over them.

Soon, the group emerged from a drainage outlet. The silhouette of Qinglu Manor was faintly visible, illuminated by distant streetlights.

The towering walls and heavily guarded posts were now all behind them.

The night wind rustled, making the tree shadows dance.

Scar Brother gave a hand signal, and the men fanned out with practiced coordination, using the shadows for cover as they closed in on the brightly lit, European-style building at the highest point.

However, just as they reached the base of the building...

BANG!

A gunshot suddenly shattered the silence.

Scar Brother's body went rigid, and blood gushed from his chest.

He slowly turned, looking in disbelief at the person who had shot him.

It was the very man who had asked the question earlier, the one wearing a skull-face mask.

The man was his second-in-command—in other words, the person he trusted most.

"You... why..."

Scar Brother's lips trembled, but he couldn't form a complete sentence.

He collapsed heavily to the ground, the light in his eyes rapidly fading.

The turn of events was too sudden. Before the remaining men could react, more gunshots rang out.

BANG! BANG!

After a few more shots, more men in the group fell one after another.

"Fuck! There's a mole!"

"Who?! Who's shooting?!"

Panic and rage erupted among the men. They instinctively raised their weapons and began spraying bullets at each other wildly.

In the darkness, however, it was impossible to tell friend from foe.

Bullets flew and blood splattered everywhere.

In just a few seconds, the ground was littered with the groaning, twisted bodies of the fallen.

At that moment,

the villa's main door opened.

Several figures stepped out from within.

Leading them were Hu Qi and his two companions.

The reason these men had turned on each other was, of course, due to Vera's Ability.

Her Ability might not be very effective against trained soldiers,

but against these gun-toting thugs, their minds clouded by greed, it was child's play.

All it took was a bit of mental guidance to make them slaughter one another.

Hu Qi looked at the fallen men, then kicked one of the groaning figures in the neck.