klisemfg Chapter 138 The Joker's Night of Slaughter
Chapter 138 The Joker's Night of Slaughter
Back in Tokyo, Bai Yexiu decided to address the theft of equipment from the information and research groups first. After all, they had already risked punishment to help him.
Because of Apep's assassination attempt on Jason, all of Bai Yexiu's original plans had to be brought forward, which made him feel out of control, and naturally, he was not in a good mood.
Bai Yexiu came to the factory again, looked at the "Mohu Society" on the list of names, smiled, and was about to sneak in, but stopped in his tracks.
After a moment's thought, Bai Yexiu climbed onto the factory roof to eavesdrop.
"Boss, I also want to go to Mr. Xilu's maritime victory celebration in Osaka tonight. I've never been to Osaka before..."
"What are you thinking? Don't we need someone to guard our hideout?" the man who looked like the manager snapped at his henchman.
“Let him go. He’s already moved quite a bit of equipment.” Another person came over. “Let the new members take over guarding the factory. We old members should have a good celebration. Thanks to Mr. Xilu for giving us this way to make money, we’ve gone from being penniless to being rolling in money. It’s been a real blessing.”
"By the way, will Mr. Hillu be going?"
"It's a pity we won't, but he said there's a big deal coming up soon. He said that if we get some kind of egg, we can make a lot of money. If we keep listening to him, we'll be able to live even better."
The three of them laughed happily and excitedly.
Bai Yexiu squatted on the roof, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered.
A victory celebration at sea in Osaka? Looks like that guy Xilu really got carried away.
Bai Yexiu's smile carried a hint of mockery as he jumped off the roof and left.
……
Nighttime, Osaka Bay
The Mohu Club's "Victory Celebration Banquet at Sea" was held as scheduled on a yacht at sea.
On the ship, a motley crew of young men, mostly dressed as petty thugs, were having a blast on the not-so-large vessel. Unlike a normal banquet, it looked more like a large party—loud, energetic music blared from the stereo, and bottles and food were scattered on the floor and tables. These naive young men, having never seen much of the world, were extremely excited, as it was their first time partying on a ship.
Little did they know that a calamity was about to befall them.
Suddenly, the energetic music changed to a slow and cheerful orchestral and piano ensemble. On the high platform in the ship's cabin, a man wearing a clown mask and a gray-white suit skillfully tossed three balls in his hand and walked onto the stage from behind the curtain.
"Huh? No way, there's even a show?!"
"Was it prepared by Mr. Hillu?"
The thugs gathered curiously below the stage.
After all, most of them were small-time hoodlums with little education and little experience in the world, so they were very curious about this kind of performance that could appear in high-class places.
The clown spread his hands, and the three colorful balls rolled off the stage. He then gave an elegant bow to the audience and slipped his hands into his suit jacket...
Just when everyone thought they were about to pull out some new prop, the colorful ball under their feet burst open with a bang, releasing high streamers and fireworks. But along with the streamers and fireworks, the clown also pulled out two guns from his pocket.
A gunshot rang out, and the two people closest to the stage fell down at the same time!
Chaos erupted instantly; some fled, others grabbed weapons. But the clown on stage stood calmly, firing several more shots at the audience—
Several more people were shot and killed by the clown. Finally, some thugs with sticks and bottles rushed onto the stage to surround the clown, but the leader was kicked back several steps by the clown.
Just as the group of thugs with weapons were about to rush up again, the clown took advantage of their momentary lapse in time, dropped a miniature bomb, and then leaped up like a gymnast, performing a somersault in the air before gracefully landing off the stage.
The next second, the group of thugs were engulfed in the flames of the bomb, with limbs and red and white objects flying off the stage and landing around the clown.
There were almost no living people left at the scene; most were lying haphazardly. The blood that had stained the clown's gray suit bloomed into vivid red flowers.
"When you were helping Xilu steal important equipment from the organization, did you ever think this day would come? I just happened to be given the task of giving you a warning."
A cold, slightly mocking voice came from beneath the mask.
"We were wrong!" A man dragged his broken legs to the clown's feet. "It was Mr. Cell who ordered us to do it, it has nothing to do with us!"
The clown, expressionless, looked down at the pleading face of the man on the ground and shot him without hesitation.
Under absolute oppression, fear and despair spread throughout the cabin, with cries and pleas for mercy echoing intermittently.
Their cabins contained only blunt weapons like clubs, which gave them no chance against a mysterious person with guns, bombs, and agility.
In an inconspicuous corner, a person peeked out from behind clutter, trying to sneak out through a window just a step away, but a bullet flew in and hit his knee!
"what!"
The man screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his bloodied knee and grimacing.
Hearing the dull thud of boots, the man turned his head and saw the mysterious figure wearing a clown mask slowly walking towards him.
Joyful music, a clown covered in blood walking towards him, a room full of wounded and corpses... This made the unarmed man tremble violently: "No, don't come any closer! Let me go! It was the leader and Mr. Syl who sent us to steal the equipment! They've planted people in the research and information groups so they won't be discovered!"
“Impossible.” The clown tilted his head and pulled the trigger on the man’s forehead.
When the last person died, the Joker removed his mask, revealing a cold and handsome young face.
This massacre not only served as a warning to Sir Ovchinnikov, but also temporarily silenced the recent theft of equipment. Now, it all depends on the late-night chat in a few days.
Bai Yexiu placed the pistols into the hands of the two corpses, then went to the captain's cabin to change back into his original clothes. He stuffed the blood-stained clothes covered in bright red flowers into the still-burning fireplace.
After taking a picture of the hellish scene inside the cabin, Bai Yexiu left the cabin and closed the door to shut out the stench of blood emanating from inside.
Just as he was about to take out his phone to send the photo to Xilu, he caught a glimpse of a large white object falling from the sky and landing with a splash on the sea near the ship.
Why...does this look familiar?
As if jolted awake from a deathbed, Bai Yexiu abruptly raised his head, walked to the railing, and looked down.
On the dark sea, Kidd floated awkwardly on the surface of the glider, giving Bai Yexiu an embarrassed smile as Bai Yexiu poked his head out from the ship and met his gaze: "Uh...can you lend me a hand?"