Chapter 12 The defeat of the female ninja
Putting the sports bag slowly on the corner, Link walked briskly into the living room and turned on the light switch.
The soft light of warm tones illuminated the dim space. I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch for a while.
But Link kept scanning his surroundings, thinking to himself,
"It's hidden pretty well..."

After a long while, Link, who looked groggy, staggered to his feet.
He took out a blanket from the bedroom, turned off the light, and curled up on the sofa, wrapping himself in the blanket.
In the silent night, there was only the ticking sound of the clock hands on the wall and the dim light of the TV, which seemed to have been forgotten to be turned off.

After a while, there was a slight noise from the balcony.

A slender body quietly appeared on the balcony. When it passed through the half-open glass door, a strange scene like squeezing slime appeared.

The moonlight shines down, vaguely reflecting the appearance of this graceful figure.
He stared at Link on the sofa for nearly ten minutes.

After hearing Link's slow and long breathing, she was completely relieved.
She slowly pulled out a long and narrow samurai sword from her back, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

"So what if I'm a superhuman?"

“When a person is killed, he dies.”

Then, she aimed at Link's neck and swung the samurai sword vigorously.

The sharp blade cut through the blanket and clothing with ease, just as she had expected.
"Bang-"

But then, a sound of metal clashing echoed in the living room.

The violent vibration was transmitted to her wrist through the blade, almost causing her to drop it.

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Suddenly, I felt something very bad.

"I say, isn't it a bit rude for you to chop someone's neck as soon as you meet him?"

Link immediately stood up and flicked out a remaining fruit core with his fingers.

The fruit core hit the switch on the wall.

The blinding white light filled the room.

At this moment, Link also saw the appearance of the uninvited guest in front of him.

It was a figure wearing a black rubber tight-fitting combat suit, with a scabbard on his back, a narrow tactical elastic band, a broad mind, and a graceful body curve.

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Then, Link touched his neck, and with the help of the floor-length mirror in the living room, he saw that the shallow white mark on his neck was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Holding a samurai sword, Nightingale's face was as gloomy as water. She rushed towards Link while swinging the blade.
The blade pointed directly at Link's eyeball.

Link's extraordinary nerve reaction speed made him react quickly. He slightly tilted his head to avoid this fierce and swift attack.

The sharp blade only cut through Link's shirt;

Seeing that he was unable to break Link's defense,
Nightingale's mind raced as he thought about the next strategy.

"I underestimated the enemy this time. I didn't bring any ninja tools. I must get out of here as soon as possible..."

Link frowned slightly, and a hint of anger rose in his heart.

Hard! Hard! The fist is hard!

"I'm giving you face, right?"

Link raised his hand and grasped the blade in his palm, then suddenly pulled Nightingale towards him.

Nightingale was caught off guard and failed to release her hands from holding the samurai sword in time, and was pulled by the huge force coming from the other side of the sword.

His body couldn't help but lean forward, and he stumbled towards Link.

Link's eyes flickered, and he raised his fist with all his strength, punching Nightingale hard in the abdomen.
"Uh-"

The powerful punch hit her lower abdomen firmly, and the black leather tights she was wearing were also tightened.

The whites of Nightingale's eyes turned upwards, and a trace of translucent saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. His whole body was curled up like a cooked shrimp. The severe pain from his limbs filled his brain. It hurt so much!

With his legs turned inward, he sat down on the ground like a female pig waiting to be slaughtered, and his whole body collapsed on the ground.

The bent legs and hips outline a unique rounded arc.
She loosened her grip on the samurai sword weakly.

"pat"

The samurai sword fell on the tiled floor, making a crisp sound.

In the last moment of losing consciousness, Nightingale thought: It seems that he will be...

Looking at the limp Nightingale, Link looked at his fist with some confusion.

"You won't just beat him to death like that, will you?"

"No, there's still information I haven't asked for!"

"Wait...what's with that puddle of water on the ground?"

"Oh~"

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【Deacon Family】Family Territory New York Residential Mansion

"Chrison, it's been almost two days..."

"Why is that killer not making any movement?!"

"Lord Wex already knows that Victor is dead!"

Rushing into the study, Cordell looked suspiciously at Chrison, who was sitting solemnly behind the rosewood table.
He was holding a glass goblet, in which a pool of blood-red liquid was swaying.
"Cordell, I remember telling you to knock before entering my study."

Looking at Chrisen with bloodshot eyes, Cordell shuddered, then bowed slightly and spoke,
"Sorry... Chrison, I was a little too anxious."

"It doesn't matter, Cordell, you are my last brother now, but there will be no next time."

Chrison slowly placed the goblet in his hand on the coaster on the table, stood up, and walked to the center of the study.
Then, Chrison took out the Apple 4S from his pocket and flipped through it for a while.
After turning off the screen, he turned around and said to Cordell with a smile,

"Cordell, actually, I don't think we need to worry,"

"I saw some information about accepting this mission killer,"

Nightingale

A senior assassin, he studied under the Koga Ninja Sword School of Sakura Country. He has undergone drug transformation and development on his body. He is good at using superb swordsmanship and various complex ninja tools. He is agile and clever, and has a high rate of mission completion...

"So it shouldn't be a big problem. You know, those ninjas just like to waste time. Let's wait and see."

Cordell frowned and spoke with some concern.
"But, Chrison, I don't know why, I always feel a little uneasy recently..."

"Uneasy? What's the worry? It's impossible that our huge [Deacon Family] can be destroyed by that nameless person, right?"

Chrison looked unimpressed, and then he pressed a bell on the table.
After a while, a waiter dressed in butler's clothes and with a solemn face knocked on the door gently.

After getting permission from Chrison to enter, he happily carried the tray.

On it were two glasses of fresh red wine.
"Come, let's toast to tomorrow together!"

Cordell raised his glass somewhat nervously.

"Tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)