119: Chapter 119 The International Assassin Alliance is not convinced? Old Gold Coin Afu slaughters his way through headquarters.
"I heard that those old geezers in the Assassin League have been jumping around quite a bit lately?"
Qin Yuan pinched Vampire Princess Anna's fair chin, his tone as casual as if he were discussing what to have for a late-night snack.
"Yes, Master."
Vampire Princess Anna rubbed her cheek against Qin Yuan's palm like a docile cat.
"They feel that by swallowing up the blood clans, you've touched the cake of the entire European underground world. For the past few days, the bounties on the Dark Web have almost flooded the screen."
The Western world has never been monolithic.
The fall of the Dragon King Hall and the surrender of the blood clans.
These successive earthquakes finally made those ancient forces hiding behind the scenes, who pride themselves on being "guardians of the world order," unable to sit still any longer.
The Assassin League.
A behemoth that is said to have been passed down for centuries, controlling the lifelines of numerous politicians and cross-border assassination orders.
They issued a strong protest.
The method of protest was very direct—over a dozen waves of top-tier assassins, like flies smelling blood, swarmed toward Xingang City like madmen.
Poison, sniping, chain car accidents.
Various inescapable assassination methods were staged one after another.
But the result was no surprise.
They were all cleaned up by the sister duo, Nightingale and Night Butterfly, on the outskirts of the hotel.
They didn't even get to see Qin Yuan's face before they were all sent to the sea to feed the sharks.
"Master, do you need me to send the blood clans to clean them up?" A hint of cruelty flashed in Vampire Princess Anna's scarlet eyes.
As a newly minted "pet," she was impatient to demonstrate her value in front of her new master.
"No need."
Qin Yuan let go of her chin and picked up the glass of red wine that Vampire Princess Anna had left unfinished.
"To deal with a bunch of mortals playing with guns, there's no need for an old vampire like you to step out."
He turned his head and looked at the old man sitting on the wicker chair on the balcony, carefully wiping a bicycle chain with a rag.
"Afu."
"I am here, Young Master."
Afu stopped what he was doing, stood up, and bowed slightly.
"No matter how much you polish this bicycle, it's still just a means of transportation."
Qin Yuan walked to the balcony and looked at the old butler's calloused hands.
"It's been twenty years since you stretched your muscles. Can these old bones still kill?"
Afu raised his head.
In those eyes, which were usually murky and even a bit hunched, a terrifying killing intent that one could not bear to look at suddenly erupted.
It was like an old lion that had been sleeping for twenty years had finally opened its eyes.
"As you command, Young Master."
In the old butler's hoarse voice, there was an extreme coldness tempered in a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.
"Who to kill?"
"Take a trip to The Alps."
Qin Yuan patted Afu on the shoulder.
"Let those ignorant peers see what a true King of Assassins is."
...
Two days later.
Europe, deep within The Alps.
Amidst the vast snowy mountains, an abandoned World War II air-raid shelter was hidden.
This was the supreme headquarters of the Assassin League.
A two-meter-thick lead-acid blast door, 24/7 infrared thermal imaging scanning, plus hundreds of heavily armed top-tier mercenaries guarding it.
It was touted as the safest place in the world; not even a fly could fly in.
"Beep—"
In the headquarters monitoring room, several security personnel were boredly staring at hundreds of screens.
"Alert! Thermal source reaction in the outer Zone 3!"
Suddenly, a shrill alarm broke the silence.
"Tch, probably just some stray snow wolf again."
The security captain curled his lip in disdain and picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Patrol Team 3, go check it out."
"Team 3 received."
The monitoring screen switched to Zone 3.
In the snow-filled sky, an old man with white hair, wearing a stiff black tuxedo, was walking step by step toward the gate of the air-raid shelter, stepping on the thick snow.
He was not wearing cold-weather gear, nor was he carrying any heavy firepower.
In his hand, he only carried a long, black guitar case.
"What the hell? Is this old man here to deliver a package?"
A burst of laughter erupted in the monitoring room.
But the next second, their laughter got stuck in their throats.
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot drowned out the howling wind and snow.
The four mercenaries of Patrol Team 3 didn't even have time to raise their guns before they exploded into a mist of blood!
"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"
The security captain's face changed drastically, and he frantically slapped the alarm button.
"All personnel on alert! Prepare for battle!"
However, the slaughter outside had just begun.
Afu casually threw away the guitar case and pulled out a heavy modified shotgun with an exaggerated design and a glowing blue light.
This was the exclusive "Old Coin" weapon custom-made for him by Gu Qianqian.
It not only had minimal recoil, but every round was loaded with depleted uranium armor-piercing pellets.
"Click."
One-handed reloading.
There was no emotional fluctuation in Afu's murky eyes.
Like a ruthless harvester, he strode forward, facing the mercenaries rushing out from all directions.
"Fire! Kill him!"
A dense web of firepower poured down on Afu like a rainstorm.
But a terrifying scene occurred.
Those large-caliber bullets, capable of tearing through steel plates, only caused barely perceptible ripples on Afu's seemingly ordinary tuxedo!
"Hell! What the fuck is this suit?!"
The mercenaries screamed in despair.
That was a high-tech bulletproof suit made by Gu Qianqian using nanomaterials, capable of withstanding even anti-materiel sniper rifles!
"Bang!"
Afu raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger.
The fan-shaped depleted uranium armor-piercing pellets instantly cleared all life within a dozen meters in front of him.
Blood stained the white snow.
Severed limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the ground.
No unnecessary movements, no fancy techniques.
The combat style of the older generation's King of Assassins was just that simple, brutal, and efficient.
Every step he took, a group of people fell.
Bulletproof shields? Pierced!
Armored jeeps? Blown up!
Those top-tier assassins with fierce reputations internationally were as fragile as kindergarten children in front of Afu.
Their proud sniping, traps, and close-quarters combat became a huge joke in the face of absolute firepower and that perverted bulletproof suit.
"Monster! This is a monster!"
"Run!"
The defense line collapsed.
The remaining mercenaries completely lost the will to fight and fled toward the interior of the air-raid shelter, abandoning their armor and weapons.
Afu did not pursue.
He just walked slowly to the two-meter-thick lead-acid blast door, stepping on the blood mixed with internal organs and broken bones.
"Boom!"
He took a high-explosive bomb from his bosom, stuck it on the door seam, and detonated it directly.
A huge hole was blown into the blast door.
Afu stepped over the twisted steel wreckage and walked into the deepest part of the Assassin League.
In the monitoring room, the security captain, watching the white-haired old man approaching like the Grim Reaper on the screen, was trembling with fear and scrambled toward the Supreme Council Hall.
...
The deepest part of the air-raid shelter.
The Supreme Council Hall.
The six giants who controlled the highest power of the Assassin League were sitting around a huge round table, their faces pale.
They had witnessed the unilateral massacre outside through the monitors.
"This... this is impossible!"
A giant wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Hundreds of top-tier mercenaries, killed by an old man in just a few dozen minutes?!"
"Who the hell is he?! How could the Qin Family have such a monster?!"
"Bang!"
The heavy steel door of the council hall suddenly made a loud noise.
It was as if something had slammed into it fiercely from the outside.
The hearts of the six giants shrank into a ball.
"Bang!"
Another loud noise.
A clear dent appeared on the door.
"Bang!!!"
The third loud noise.
The steel door, which was touted to be able to withstand C4 explosives, was actually kicked flying from the outside by a terrifying force!
With a loud "boom," the door slammed onto the conference table, breaking the expensive solid wood round table into two pieces.
The dust settled.
Afu, with his white hair and spotless tuxedo, walked slowly into the hall, carrying the heavy shotgun that was still smoking.
His indifferent eyes swept over the six giants at the table.
"Thump!"
The giant wearing gold-rimmed glasses had his legs go weak and knelt directly on the ground.
A yellow liquid flowed down his pant leg, spreading on the carpet.
He had peed himself in fear.
This was a big shot who controlled the life and death of countless people around the world, but at this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing frantically like a dog.
"Don't... don't kill me! We'll give you whatever money you want!"
"We surrender! Our league is willing to submit to the Qin Family!"
The other giants also reacted one after another, scrambling to kneel on the ground, their cries filling the air.
If they had known the Qin Family had such a monster, they wouldn't have dared to issue any bounty, even if they had ten times the courage!
Afu walked in front of them, looking down at this group of big shots who were usually high and mighty.
He slowly raised the shotgun in his hand.
The muzzle was aimed at the giant wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"The Young Master said."
Afu's voice was hoarse and cold, without a trace of warmth.
"If you provoke him, not only will you wet your pants, but you will also lose your head."