In the aftermath of the explosion, the voice of the Fishbone Street Sheriff rang out.
The squad of guards immediately turned around, raising their guns to stop the three people.
The flashes of the gun muzzles flickered.
Bullets shot out densely, but the three figures bursting forth seemed to anticipate each movement, some leaping, some pausing in their step, others charging forward swiftly.
Their movements varied, yet they seemed to act as one.
They not only evaded the bullets but also mounted a counterattack.
Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
Moreover, the so-called war drums had long been obsolete on the stage of war, and although they were apprentice members of the ‘Ghost Squad’, they preferred to end fights using stealth and without a trace.
As for a charge at the sound of war drums?
The trio couldn’t help but reveal a disdainful smile, and then—
The leader, the attacker with the throwing knives, suddenly felt a pain in his back.
He instinctively looked down and saw the tip of a knife protruding from his chest.
The leader of the attackers tried to open his mouth, but Jason’s wrist flipped, and as he swung his broad-bladed, short-hilt machete upwards, it sliced cleanly out of the attacker’s body, and in a fluid motion, swept across the neck of the gunman beside him.
The head soared into the air, and blood sprayed.
The remaining one had just raised his gun when Jason kicked him in the wrist. The muzzle jerked uncontrollably upwards, fired a series of shots, and then fell silent, chopped off by the descending stroke of the broad-bladed, short-hilt machete.
The trio died with their eyes wide open.
Their eyes bulged as they gazed at Jason holding the broad-bladed, short-hilt machete.
The tall figure was reflected in their pupils.
Eventually, their gazes faded, and they breathed no more.
Jason pulled off the leader’s waist pouch and once again disappeared into the smoke.
He didn’t need to confirm any further.
The faint scent emanating from the pouch was enough to tell Jason where his target was.
The smoke gradually cleared.
Dorothee, accompanied by more guards, rushed over and furrowed his brow at the sight of the three corpses on the ground.
Then, he turned to look behind him as Jason and his companions walked out from behind the building.
When he saw that Her Majesty the Queen was unharmed, Dorothee breathed a sigh of relief.
He waved to his subordinates, then Dorothee approached Jason and his party again.
“I apologize, as you can see, we’ve had some unexpected incidents.”
“Today, ‘Fishbone Street’ will be closed.”
“You are welcome to visit again another time.”
“Of course, to make it up to you, your free pass will be extended for a longer period.”
“Additionally, you may request appropriate compensation.”
With that, Dorothee bowed.
The female pastry chef dodged the apology, then turned to look at Jason.
She clearly understood the purpose of their visit.
Jason gave a meaningful glance at the corpses of the trio on the ground.
Instantly, the female pastry chef caught on.
“These are our spoils of war.”
She said, pointing to the bodies on the ground.
Dorothee was taken aback.
With that, the ‘Fishbone Street’ Sheriff waved his hand.
Immediately, the guards began to help package everything up.
What Her Majesty the Queen wanted with these bodies, Dorothee had no idea.
He only knew he had to comply with whatever Her Majesty the Queen desired.
Jason and his companions set off on their return journey.
Just over ten minutes later, Jason and his party had returned to the surface.
The entire trip had ended faster than they had imagined.
But they had indeed gained something from it.
Not just the ‘trade item’ from the Prus Family.
But also the waist pouch in his hand.
Even through the leather, which was specially made, the faint scent had already told Jason what was inside.