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CHAPTER 135: A Hail of Bullets and Shadow Puppetry
The pitch-black armored limousine stopped quietly at the edge of the city square, about ninety meters away from the crowd of civilians and the line of Triumvirat enforcers. The diesel engine hummed softly, breaking the sobbing cries of the townspeople kneeling while awaiting execution.The Bratva commander holding the megaphone immediately turned toward the vehicle. He furrowed his brow, suspicious of the appearance of the luxury car without license plates. "Hey! Whose car is that?! Smash the engine!" the commander ordered his subordinates.Five enforcers in the outermost row turned around, aiming their AK-47 assault rifles at the limousine.Yet, inside the dark cabin of the car, Elias did not wait for his enemies to unleash their bullets. The Ghost of Saint-Bastian had no need to wait for his enemies to kill each other to acquire corpses.Elias gazed at the holographic screen before him, then gave a brief command. "Now, Kael."On the rooftop of a three-story office building overlooki
CHAPTER 134: The Invader's Arrogance
CRASSH!A flash of steel reflected the chandelier light above the table. Kenjiro, the Yakuza grandmaster, asked no questions and uttered no shouts. With the lightning speed characteristic of a martial arts master, the old man instantly drew his katana from its concealed sheath within his walking cane, slashing horizontally at the waiter's neck.The young waiter's head instantly parted from his shoulders, rolling stiffly across the marble tabletop until it collided with the wine bottle, while the headless body collapsed heavily onto the floor.Panic erupted around the meeting table."What the hell just happened?!" Nikolai yelled loudly. The man drew a pistol from inside his black suit, aiming it straight at the door, assuming an enemy strike force had stormed in.El Sapo stared in horror at the pool of blood mixed with wine soaking his lap. His rings-lined hands trembled violently. "H-he didn't die at all when I shot his chest... that man... he spoke with the voice of a demon!"Kenjiro
CHAPTER 133: A Bloodless Message
The pitch-black limousine cut through the rain, then glided smoothly into a quiet alley located directly behind the Grand Continental Hotel.The car's engine was left idling softly. In the dim passenger cabin, Elias gazed at the three holographic screens floating before his wheelchair. The screens displayed the blueprints of the hotel's fifteenth floor, complete with the heatmap positions of the guards."We're in position, El," Sloane reported from the driver's seat. "Ninety-five meters right below the Triumvirat's secret penthouse. But this hotel is a neutral zone. In the lobby, there are hundreds of their enforcers having coffee together. If you start a ruckus up there, they'll surround this hotel in minutes."Kael Thorne leaned his back against the limousine's leather seat. "So, what are you going to do now, Boss? Possess an enforcer right outside their meeting room door?"Elias shook his head slightly. "Physical violence is the language of the weak. Tonight, we use a more elegant
CHAPTER 132: Vultures Over a Corpse
The rain outside the clinic still thundered down, but inside the room, a brutal silence had just taken over.On the threshold of the shattered doorway, two Bratva hitmen stood side by side. The first corpse bore a blown-open forehead, and the second had its neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Their eyes rolled back blankly, staring straight out into the alley where the remaining eight Russian troops stood on guard.Aloft the operating table, Elias smiled sardonically. He did not need to close his eyes. He did not need to hold his breath. The Lazarus chip at the base of his brain managed the necrotic flow with the efficiency of a supercomputer. Every movement of the corpses was now as fluid as that of a living person, free from neural lag or mechanical stutter."Eight men outside. Clear a path," Elias whispered softly.The two corpses bolted outward through the rain!"Ivan?! Sergei?! What the—"One of the Bratva hitmen in the outer alley was startled to see two of his comrades running
CHAPTER 131: The Rise of the Consigliere
Crack, crack.The soft sound of joint bones that had long remained motionless broke the silence within the underground clinic.Relying on movements that still felt slightly stiff and sluggish, Elias began to lift his right hand from the surface of the sheet. The hand that had spent the past month curled dead like a stiff bird claw now slowly opened wide. His fingers still trembled quite violently, yet all his movements now fully obeyed the direct commands of his central brain.The Lazarus AI chip implanted at the base of his brain acted effectively as a bypass signal bridge. This micro-metal device rerouted command signals from Elias's brain, bypassed the scorched and damaged spinal nerve pathways, and directly zapped the muscle tissues of his physical body.Elias still could not walk normally. The paralysis in both legs remained severe, and the muscle tissue in his lower limbs had undergone significant atrophy. Yet, his entire upper body, including the movement of both hands and the
CHAPTER 130: The Devil's Neurosurgery
ZRRRNGGGG!The high-speed medical drill whined and shrieked piercingly, grinding directly against the hard surface of Elias's skull. Fine bone dust and a spray of fresh blood instantly burst into the air, staining the transparent protective goggles Sloane wore.Aloft the cold stainless steel operating table, Elias's body suddenly spasmed violently from the reflex shock of his central nervous system. Because this extreme procedure was performed without general anesthesia, the excruciating pain of his drilled skull pierced straight into his sensory cortex without mercy. Elias's brain screamed hysterically within the muteness of his body. The gray Ghost Rot veins across the left side of his face suddenly throbbing wildly, fighting desperately against the searing agony."Kael! Hold his head down hard! If this man's head shifts even a millimeter, the drill bit will tear right through his brainstem!" Sloane shouted aloud, cutting through the blaring whine of the drill.Kael Thorne, whose sh
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