Bang bang bang!

Bullets hit the bulletproof glass, unable to penetrate, but shattered most of the structure, leaving bowl-sized shatter marks.

The manager slumped in his chair. Although the bullets hadn't hit him, Hassan's words pierced his heart. His subordinates did such things, and as their direct leader, he couldn't escape.

Soon, the team had reached the outskirts of the helipad.

Though called a helipad, it's not the traditional open-air helicopter pad but rather a recessed floating vehicle docking area.

Hassan just pushed the door open and saw more than a dozen guns pointed at the corridor.

In less than a second, bullets would turn them into minced meat.

Just then, a man in a white robe with a hood walked out of the darkness with clear footsteps. His sudden appearance made all the guns turn in his direction. No words were exchanged, but the positions were clear. Security guards unleashed a storm of bullets mercilessly at this intruder, and with their marksmanship, it was impossible to miss, which would kill this show-off in an instant.

The man moved leisurely, palms ejected a foot-long sharp blade, and he walked briskly toward the security team.

His movements were ghost-like, resembling Wind Spirit Moon Shadow. Bullets destined to hit always missed, not even touching his clothes. Even those unavoidable few were sliced and deflected by his sleeve sword, and smart weapon bullets could only eat dust behind him.

A security guard's vision blurred, and a sleeve sword stabbed into the back of his head, rendering him silent on the spot.

Pouf!

Brother Ni used the body as a shield against bullets.

He casually tossed the body aside and then lunged low to sprint into the crowd.

If Assassin's combat style is to strike invisibly and kill in one blow, Brother Ni is about charging head-on and dealing with all disrespect.

In direct combat, more than a dozen security guards couldn't even scratch him before being wiped out completely.

Pushing the last corpse aside, Brother Ni wiped the blood on his sleeve sword. If not for the previous crash that severely damaged the Mantis Blade requiring repairs, he would've been even faster.

As he crouched to start stripping the security guards' corpses, he called out to the nurses hiding in the corridor.

"Come out, it's been dealt with."

The first to walk out was Hassan, who, despite hearing about Horizon Mercenaries being incompetent but top at killing, was shocked upon witnessing Brother Ni's slaughter scene.

Such combat power, as an ally, gave an unusual sense of security.

Anne followed hesitantly.

"Um... who are you..."

Like the previous weirdo in tight clothes, Anne didn't know them and wasn't sure if they were mercenaries sent by Rogers.

"I'm Brother Ni, Tutu's friend. No need for words. Are you running here for a hovercar?"

He used the Assassin's traditional iron arm and climbed up the elevator shaft like on Exchange Coupon's old path.

"Niger..."

Anne's mind was confused. This man doesn't look like a black person, why call himself Niger?

Upon hearing he's a friend of Tuladine, Hassan's nervousness dissipated. He jogged to the helipad console, muttering while operating.

"No, but the company has daily commuting vehicles. I can hack the console program, steal a hovercar and escape. I know how to drive."

"You better hurry. Those Power Armor soldiers are already killing their way up. By the way, if you're free, could you help me?"

"Huh? Me?"

Anne heard Brother Ni seemingly calling her.

"Yes."

Brother Ni nodded, standing with over a dozen guns hanging from his shoulders.

"When you leave, help me take these."

"Oh, right, I see you might be nurses. Can you disassemble prosthetics? Can you help disassemble their prosthetics and take them back?"

Brother Ni pointed at the corpses, troubled. It's not the street where he can stuff corpses in a car and flee, yet he didn't want to waste these prosthetics.

With a player-mentality, nothing transportable is left behind.

Anne was sure now; this Cleaner-like behavior definitely wasn't a mercenary sent by Rogers.

Worried, she glanced at Hassan, afraid she escaped the tiger's mouth only to fall into the wolf's den, worried about being dismantled alive.

Hassan could only give a reassuring look, not saying much, so Anne politely refused.

"We... didn't bring tools."

"Oh... Forget it." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Brother Ni didn't insist, instead contacting the giant.

"Brother Xun, we found a helipad on the 37th floor. Can you come to pick us up?"

Giant: "Damn it, don't you know? The company square is under lockdown, not letting hovercars in. You better hurry up!"

Rumble——

The outer wall of the helipad began folding upward. Blinding sunlight and strong winds poured into Zeta Technology through the exit, forcing everyone to shield their eyes. But the moment of freedom was imminent, overwhelmed by the joy of surviving.

But the delight didn't last long. The door stopped halfway.

Hassan stepped away from the console, looking grim.

"The company cut off power on this floor, the door won't open."

Brother Ni frowned, notifying the giant.

But the giant wasn't fazed.

"What's to fear? Isn't it just a broken door? Can it stop your Brother Xun? Stay away! Watch me smash it to pieces."