Top floor conference room.
Viggo and the others received the alarm from downstairs and immediately ordered the surveillance room to stream the live footage.
As they watched the man in the video mowing down all their men in the lobby like vegetables being chopped, their faces turned pitch black.
"Quick! Send all available men to help!"
"Someone dares to barge into the Russian Mob alone? I want him dead right here!"
The group quickly notified their own shooters to provide reinforcements. After Abram issued his orders, he looked up and asked:
"Big bro, who is this guy?"
Viggo turned to his brother and said:
"Smith Dole."
At the mention of that name, everyone froze. They had just discussed this guy earlier—no one had expected him to show up here.
Ario muttered:
"Is he trying to become the next Night Demon?"
"Even John Wick would die in here with this kind of security."
Viggo nodded in agreement—just as the footage from the second-floor battle was transmitted.
The moment they saw it, a chill ran down everyone's spine.
"Is… is this guy even human?"
Abram's face turned pale. This man was like a living Captain America. When had the world changed this much?
Viggo's mind echoed with Winston's earlier warning—not to provoke Smith Dole.
Pushing away his regret, Viggo barked:
"I've got a chopper on the roof. Ivy, go get someone to start it now."
"We're heading to the rooftop with weapons."
Ivy pulled out his phone and contacted the pilot to ready the helicopter. The group then rushed toward the roof.
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By this point, Smith had already cut through the third floor. The hallway was littered with corpses. The only damage to him was his shredded clothing.
He touched the spot where he'd been hit—it still hurt a little.
Despite having a battle power of 9, which made small-caliber bullets mostly ineffective against him, the impacts still left some bruising. The rounds had shredded his clothes, but the pain he felt was more like getting hit in the chest with a vest on. He hadn't reached a full 10 yet, so some damage still came through.
Even Gokū at power level 10 had felt pain when Bulma shot him once.
Smith flicked the blood off his blade, put on his scouter, and scanned for enemies. Then he dashed upstairs.
With the scouter's help, anyone hiding was immediately exposed by their power level—it was practically like having x-ray vision.
Thanks to the assist, Smith's efficiency soared. None of the enemies could last even one exchange—he'd either slice them down or send them flying with a kick.
If they were hit, they died. Even a graze meant death.
Smith didn't even need to use Rōgafūfūken (Wolf Fang Fist) to reach the top floor.
Noticing several signals above with power levels of four or five, Smith dashed to the rooftop.
BOOM!
With a single kick, he smashed open the rooftop door and stepped outside.
The helicopter was already started. Seeing Smith emerge, Viggo screamed:
"Take off! Pull us up, now!"
Looking at the people inside the helicopter, Smith smiled.
"Perfect. All the Russian Mob leadership is right here. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down."
Ivy poked his head out and shouted:
"Mr. Smith! Is there any chance for negotiation?"
"We're willing to pay—lots of money."
Smith shook his head.
"Fools. Killing you means all your money becomes mine anyway."
Hearing this, Abram and Ario knew there was no hope. They raised their assault rifles and opened fire on Smith.
RATATATATA
Smith didn't bother dodging. As the helicopter began to rise, he didn't try to pull any Superman tricks.
Instead, he reached into his system space and pulled out Pool.
"Pool, turn into a rope—hook it up."
"Yes, Young Master Smith!"
Pool transformed into a rope on command, one end latching onto the landing skids of the helicopter.
Smith leapt into the air, grabbed the rope, and swung himself straight into the cabin.
Gunfire and muzzle flashes erupted inside.
Then—silence.
Moments later, Viggo's corpse was tossed out of the chopper, slamming onto the rooftop below.
After killing the pilot, Smith jumped from the cabin back onto the rooftop.
Pool, seeing his master safely exit, undid his transformation and returned to Smith's side.
"Young Master Smith, you were so cool just now! All enemies have been neutralized!"
With no one at the controls, the helicopter spun out of control and crashed toward the ground.
BOOM!
The aircraft exploded at the front entrance of the clubhouse.
And with that, every senior member and shooter of the Russian Mob was slaughtered by Smith Dole.
John Wick had just arrived and stared blankly at the burning wreckage. Once he was sure there wouldn't be a secondary explosion, he stepped out of his car. He was loaded with weapons and carried a bulging tactical backpack, clearly well-prepared.
"What the hell happened here?"
At the entrance, John saw the dead guards. Inside, the devastation was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Smith pulled out his phone and dialed Cross.
The call connected quickly.
"Viggo, Ivy, Abram, Ario—all Russian Mob senior members have been eliminated. Nearly all core shooters are dead too."
"Solo-clearing of the Russian Mob—mission complete."
According to Smith's data, the Mob's upper echelon had only four people. Their core shooters were estimated at 200. Wick had taken out nearly half, and Smith had killed the rest. Any stragglers were negligible.
Cross Carlos was silent for a second. He hadn't expected it to be this fast.
He trusted Smith's strength, and with the League's exclusive gunplay combined with his battle power, he figured the mission would succeed—but he thought it'd take days.
Instead, Smith had speedrun the Russian Mob.
"Congratulations, GOD. From now on, you're the leader of the Assassin League."
Smith nodded and continued:
"The Russian Mob has been wiped out. Send a team to collect their assets—check their vaults too."
"And clean up the scene."
"Understood. I'll take care of it."
After hanging up, Smith headed downstairs—just in time to run into John Wick.
John stared in shock at Viggo's body at Smith's feet.
"Mr. Smith… did you kill all these people?"
(End of Chapter)
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