Chapter 130

Someone’s coming down! Upon hearing the footsteps from the stairwell, Leon immediately stopped tearing apart the dungeon and pulled the female police officer back a bit. He then extended his hand to steady the black goat’s horns.

“Director?”

Seeing the scarred muscular man emerge from the stairwell, even though the female police officer had prepared herself, she couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable pang of sorrow rise in her heart.

Though their director might be a bit “cowardly,” always instinctively avoiding trouble and refusing to get involved in any mess, he was actually quite a decent person.

The two of them had worked together at the Secret Investigation Bureau for several years, partnered up on nearly a hundred missions, and even gone through life-and-death situations multiple times. In her mind, he was almost like an elder relative or uncle.

But who would have thought that the director was actually a hidden rebel within the Secret Investigation Bureau, and everything they’d experienced before was fake! Maybe even the crises she faced were planned by him!

“Isa.”

After looking at the female police officer with a complex expression, the scarred muscular man seemed to recall the past few years and his expression softened slightly. He then sighed and said, “Since we’ve reached this point, there’s no need for me to say much more.

Actually, I don’t dislike you. Unfortunately, you’re the daughter of the Minister of Defense, and ultimately, we’re not on the same side. The harder people like you work, the deeper the kingdom will fall into the abyss…

So, sorry, today it’s not just him, but you must die here too.”

Upon hearing the scarred muscular man’s words, the female police officer gritted her teeth and didn’t respond to him. Instead, she opened her mouth angrily and said,

“Aunt Martha was found last year by the rebels while picking up her daughter from school. Her body was later dumped at the garbage dump on Bridge Street. Was that…?”

“It wasn’t me, but the information was indeed passed by me.”

The scarred muscular man sighed and said, “Martha was a good person, but she handled the coordination with the Royal Family’s ceremonial guard. Only she knew the routes for the Princess and Prime Minister’s travels, so I had no choice but to report her address.

And not only her, out of the forty-plus people who died in the bureau over the years, about a third were killed or captured because I leaked information. Among them were also your friends and acquaintances.

Sorry, they weren’t all despicable scoundrels, but sometimes people have to go against their own hearts and do…”

“BANG!”

“Ugh… Since it’s like this, let’s stop talking here.”

As he touched the bloody hole on his forehead, looking at the female police officer who maintained her shooting stance with a face full of shock, the scarred muscular man couldn’t help but shake his head and then turned to look at Leon standing in front of the female police officer.

“Isa shot me once, why haven’t you moved? I saw you at the Leon Manor; you should have a very powerful anomalous item.”

“…”

After glancing at the scarred muscular man whose forehead was shot through but still alive and kicking, Leon judged that this guy wasn’t the type to easily reveal his abilities, so he simply ignored his question and continued searching for the position of his true self.

The moment he heard the footsteps, Leon, who remained vigilant, had already checked the situation using the soul vision of the black goat. The “scarred muscular man” in front of them had flesh, but there was no soul inside this body—just an odd empty shell.

Stranger still, in the black goat’s vision, nothing in the world seemed to have changed. The souls of the Secret Investigation Bureau personnel were all normal as if the huge noise caused by destroying the dungeon never existed at all.

As for the souls of the other prisoners and jailers in the dungeon, they were still lingering in those empty cells. Even right nearby, there was a jailer’s soul quietly floating by, yet in reality, there was absolutely nothing there, as if…

as if they weren’t on the same “layer” as him!

While Leon was pondering the true nature of the scarred muscular man’s ability, the stubborn female police officer directly emptied her magazine, firing six nails in one breath.

Hit by her highly skilled American-style gunplay, the scarred muscular man’s face was utterly battered beyond recognition—so bad it wouldn’t even pass TV censorship.

Yet he still didn’t die and even tried to speak again until the female police officer replaced the air reservoir and shot him in the throat, finally making him lie down obediently.

“Looks like you really aren’t going to make a move.”

With steady footsteps, another “scarred muscular man” walked out of the stairwell, kicked aside his own corpse, and stood in front of Leon and the others again.

Looking at Leon who glanced at him once and then frowned in deep thought, the new scarred muscular man shook his head helplessly with an expression of resignation.

“You are cautious… fine.”

While speaking, the scarred muscular man pressed open the buckle on his gear belt and completed the entire process of drawing his gun, disengaging the safety, and aiming—all within less than 0.5 seconds. The dark gun barrel was aimed straight at Leon’s forehead.

However, despite being fast, he was still slower than the female police officer, who kept her gun ready.

Apparently having realized that shooting the head was useless, this time the female police officer changed targets and fired a direct shot at the scarred muscular man’s wrist, preemptively stopping him from shooting Leon.

“Ugh…”

Looking at his shattered wrist bone, the scarred muscular man cast an unsatisfied glance at the female police officer, clearly unhappy about her interference. But the next second, he got shot in the throat again and could only collapse backward with a splash.

“Such a hassle!”

Accompanied by a mutter filled with dissatisfaction, two “scarred muscular men” simultaneously walked out of the stairwell and pulled out their guns from afar.

“BANG BANG BANG BANG!”

Not caring about why there were so many directors, the female police officer clenched her teeth and fired continuously, managing to shoot both directors down before they could fire.

But then, neat footsteps sounded again, and more than ten “scarred muscular men” walked out of the stairwell in perfect unison, opening the buckles on their waists…

What the hell are these things?! Watching the directors far away raise their pistols in unison, the female police officer, feeling her scalp tingle, kicked open the door of the nearby interrogation room, intending to drag the “scared stiff” Leon inside to hide.

But this time, the scarred directors were faster. Just as the female police officer grabbed Leon’s shoulder and hadn’t yet pushed him into the interrogation room, the dark barrels of their guns were already raised to the correct angle.

“BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG…”

Dozens of triggers were pulled consecutively, first creating a deafening roar, followed by dense gunfire akin to a summer downpour echoing throughout the dark, narrow corridors of the dungeon.

(End of Chapter)