Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 728: Chapter 237: People from X Bureau_2

Hiding in the room without his detection, the sensation was akin to a venomous snake nestled in a pitch-dark lair, ready to strike out like lightning and deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

Fortunately, this fellow used firearms; otherwise, that last attack would have been more than just an injury.

While still shaken, the assassin was also puzzled: with such excellent concealment ability, how could he be a mediocre gunman?

Could it be due to some ancient relic?

Oh, that makes sense. The Rose Chamber of Commerce is not short of money; it’s normal to acquire some rare relics.

But there was no information about that!

Leonard Churchill did not use firearms out of preference, but because his strength had not fully recovered, and taking action now might not guarantee a kill.

Moreover, there was more than one assassin, and they were never the most significant threat from the start.

Leonard Churchill was more concerned about potential issues within the Commerce Guild.

The fact that an assassin silently infiltrated Vera Williams’ bedroom was direct proof that there was an “insider” in the Rose Chamber of Commerce.

If not addressed, it would always be a lurking danger.

…

The sound of gunfire immediately attracted the guards of the Commerce Guild.

Security Squad Leader Sam and a few guards were in the neighboring room.

Almost at the same time as the gunshot, the sounds of intense combat erupted outside Vera Williams’ bedroom.

Without any hesitation, a formidable figure smashed through the door.

Security Squad Leader Sam let out an urgent bellow, “Miss!”

Upon seeing that Vera Williams was unharmed, the squad leader finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

He had also recognized the assassin as ‘Razor’ Black Six, the second-in-command bandit who had escaped from the cellar and was a high-bounty fugitive on the Wanted list.

Having clashed before, he confirmed the assassin’s strength was formidable.

Because he knew of the threat, Sam was surprised.

In the two moments he had been delayed, this guy could have killed his young lady.

But… he had failed?

Feeling fortunate, the corner of his eye instinctively flicked towards Leonard Churchill, who stood with a gun by Vera Williams’ side, a fleeting look of surprise crossing his eyes.

A gun?

Clearly, Sam had not expected someone to wound a Second Tier assassin with a firearm.

How had it been done?

But now was not the time to ponder that question; without any hesitation, Sam charged towards the assassin who had been shot in the head.

With the arrival of the squad, Leonard Churchill did not continue to take action, silently retreating to one side with his gun.

In his eyes, every individual of the Rose Chamber of Commerce had been under suspicion before this incident.

Now, it seemed that this Squad Leader Sam could be crossed off the list.

At the moment, Sam’s shoulder was streaming with fresh blood, pierced by a black needle.

This was the very First Tier relic “Emick’s Poisonous Bee Flying Pin” that had passed through Leonard Churchill’s arm earlier.

The assassin was released from the cellar, and this Flying Pin had been stolen too.

Leonard Churchill’s gaze narrowed microscopically.

After all, an ancient relic, regardless of its tier, was quite valuable.

For High-ranking nobility, it might just be another item in the storeroom.

But for bandits, it could mean life and fortune.

It was normal for the bandits to want to steal it back.

However, without precise information, it was impossible.

This narrowed Leonard Churchill’s list of suspects by a bit more.

…

The battle within the room suddenly intensified.

Earlier, Sam, eager to save his charge, had barged in and suffered a shoulder injury, greatly impairing his combat power.

Fortunately, tying up that assassin wasn’t much of a problem.

But the assassin was not alone in his malice.

As soon as Sam had rushed in, another figure swathed in gray-white Scale Armor, with a semi-mechanical iron tail, dived into the room through the door.

A card master from the Beast Walker Sequence?

Leonard Churchill found the transformed figure, reminiscent of a scorpion, rather novel.

Using a Gray Armor Demon Scorpion as Material was rare.

The inclusion of some mechanical structures to enhance function and combat power after the Transformation was basically black technology.

He recognized at a glance that this person was the one who had injured his arm with a Flying Needle in secret earlier in the afternoon.

Vera Williams recognized the newcomer, her bright eyes shrinking: “The leader of the Iron Fist Group, ‘Iron-tailed Scorpion’ Leon!”

Leonard Churchill had previously captured this person’s energy fluctuations; although not a Second Tier, he was still a veteran First Tier card master.

The scorpion’s goal was also crystal clear: it was to kill. He blocked off the other entangled guards and charged at Vera Williams.

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill unhesitatingly opened fire repeatedly.

Alchemy Bullets traced colorful trajectories, hitting the enemy’s body in various spots with precision.

However, the enemy was prepared; the Alchemy Bullets struck the gray-white Scale Armor, causing sparks to fly, but they did little damage.

As the scorpion charged forward, his left hand raised a honeycomb-like steam gun.

The Mechanical equipment was bulky, making it easy to predict the probability of its use.

But in a confined space, such a wide-range steam gun became hard to completely avoid.

“Hiss…”

Hearing that venting noise, Leonard Churchill’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and he pushed Vera Williams, who stood beside him, to one side.

He alone was not affected at all, but adding another risk multiplied the danger.

The next second, with a “bang,” a high-pressure airwave brushed past.

The scattered currents, like Wind Blade spells, instantly shredded Leonard Churchill’s left suit sleeve into countless fragments.

Though not severely wounded, the gash from the Air Blade appeared muddled with blood and flesh.

Feeling the pain, the corners of Leonard Churchill’s mouth involuntarily curled up, as pain was often the beginning of certain pleasures.

The injury was intentional.

It was a part of the plan.

Thus, it would also let others gauge the strength of this Gunman as being just so-so.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om