Chapter 208: Chapter 169: Circus Manhunt Order (Combined 2 in 1)_2
[Triggered D-class Mission: Circus Assassination Order!]
Mission Description: An outsider named “Rotten Persimmon” and his accomplices have severely violated the “Sun Codex” and the “Containment Regulations”. As a good collaborator of the Shelter, the superpower organization “Circus” has the responsibility and obligation to issue an assassination order.
The main target is “Rotten Persimmon”, including his temporary team members and all members of the “Shadow Whisperer” guild.
Mission Reward: For each successful kill of “Rotten Persimmon”, you will receive 100 Experience Points and 1 Contribution Point. Other target kills yield half the reward.
Doghead Gold and Forget No Taboo were startled.
“When did our power organization become an official collaborator?!”
“Isn’t this great? What I want to know more is, what the hell did that Rotten Persimmon do to stir up such a commotion?!”
They exchanged a silent glance.
“Ask my ass, let’s accept the mission first and talk about it later, look how generous the mission rewards are!”
“That makes sense, there are Contribution Points… Killing that Rotten Persimmon kid is like making an easy ten grand? Tsk tsk, let’s keep him on Resurrection Cooldown first and then ask about the situation offline.”
“Let’s go, my Mechanical Glove is itching for some action!”
In a cheap rental house.
In the spacious living room, Rotten Persimmon was sitting on the sofa with four or five companions, facing another dozen or so players from the “Shadow Whisperer” guild, some sitting, some standing.
“Muscle Maid, are you planning on welching?”
Rotten Persimmon looked coldly at the bald strong man across from him and spoke in a deep voice.
The bald strong man, known as “Muscle Maid”, the guild leader, laughed.
“It’s not a matter of welching, Brother Rotten Persimmon, our people were wiped out, and the loot fell on the streets… You were the last to leave, you should know better than anyone.”
The bald man raised his eyebrows.
“Since the job wasn’t done, where’s the money to split? Maybe you picked up those things and don’t plan on returning them to us…”
Rotten Persimmon stood up, veins throbbing on his forehead, spittle flying from his mouth.
“That dog was insanely strong, we were too busy running to pick anything up… Plus, we lost three people, ran out of Resurrection times, and now can’t log in until five days later… With the public test starting, time is precious, tell us how you will compensate!”
“Although you’re a member of the God’s Love Guild, you can’t bully people … There’s no money, but here’s your life.”
He touched his bald head, speaking indifferently.
Rotten Persimmon clenched his fists, ready to draw his Firearm and finish this guy off.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone immediately ceased talking, tensing up, as the living room fell silent.
Rotten Persimmon frowned and called out toward the door.
“It’s me, Doghead Gold. Forget No Taboo is here, too.”
A familiar voice came from outside.
Rotten Persimmon breathed a sigh of relief.
He also feared that the assassination of the Patrol Guard had been exposed; getting caught would be a real hassle.
“It’s our guild’s power players from the internal test, no worries.”
Seeing the defensive posture of Muscle Maid and his group, Rotten Persimmon sneered disdainfully and explained.
Ignoring the displeased expressions of the bald man and other players, he walked straight to the door and opened it.
“Brothers, what brings you…”
Rotten Persimmon’s smile froze.
He saw Doghead Gold’s apologetic face, Forget No Taboo’s sigh, and a gun barrel, the size of a fist, pointed right at his nostrils.
He recognized the Firearm; it was the “Wrath”.
“Sorry, Rotten Persimmon. I wanted to be a good guy too…”
Rotten Persimmon’s vision was engulfed by a blinding flash of Flame, followed by intense pain, then darkness.
Everyone in the room was shocked.
“Grab your weapons! Prepare to fight!”
When Muscle Maid heard the gunfire, saw Rotten Persimmon vanish in a flash of light, he immediately realized what was happening and yelled out loud.
But before they could prepare, Forget No Taboo stepped forward, spread his large hand, and sent a torrent of flame towards the room.
The Flame ignited the sofa, walls, and decorations, and engulfed a dozen people in the room.
Amidst screams, four or five players were scorched into white light, vanishing on the spot.
Muscle Maid managed to roll under a table in time, only sustaining minor burns.
He yelled indignantly:
“You two from the God’s Love Guild! What grudge do we have? If it’s about the past, there was no need to go this far, was there?!”
He gave a signal to his companion lying nearby, then issued orders on the “Shadow Whisperer” guild channel for the rest to counterattack.
“Haha, you might be misunderstanding… I don’t know what you’re talking about, nor do I care,”
Doghead Gold chuckled.
“Right now, we’re just doing a mission, and you guys are just the targets.”
“You’re too arrogant!”
Muscle Maid shouted out.
The remaining seven or eight “Shadow Whisperer” members surged up from the ground, charging towards Doghead Gold and Forget No Taboo.
Four shadows flashed by, and the leading players were immediately throat-slit and heart-stabbed, falling to the ground as white light.
The few remaining players flinched, halted their advance, and started backing away.
They saw four emotionless men and women in servant attire, each holding a bloodstained dagger, standing silently to the side.