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Top-Floor Conference Room
Vigo and his companions downstairs received the alarm and immediately ordered the surveillance room to upload the footage.
Watching the video, they saw the man in the hall, effortlessly killing all the guards in seconds as if slicing vegetables. Everyone's expressions turned grim.
"Quick! Call everyone you've got to help!" Vigo barked."If anyone dares trespass into my Russian mob, I want them dead here."
Immediately, several people contacted their hired shooters to assist. Abram, having alerted his men, looked up and asked:"Brother, who is this man?"
Vigo glanced at his brother and said:"Smith Doyle."
Hearing the name, everyone was stunned. This was the person they had discussed before—they never expected him to show up here.
Ario commented:"Is he trying to become the Nightmare?""With these guards, even John Wick would die here."
Vigo nodded in agreement. At that moment, the footage from the second-floor fight was also uploaded. Watching it, many felt a chill run down their spines.
"Is this guy even human?"
Despair appeared on Abram's face. This man might as well be Captain America. When did the outside world get so powerful?
Vigo remembered Winston had warned him not to provoke Smith Doyle. Shaking off his regret, he said:"I have a helicopter on the rooftop. Ivy, immediately get it started.""We'll take weapons and head upstairs."
Ivy pulled out her phone, contacting the crew to start the helicopter on the roof. A few of them rushed to the rooftop.
Meanwhile, Smith had already eliminated all enemies on the third floor. The hallways were littered with bodies, his only change being his clothes, now torn to shreds.
He touched the spot where he had been hit; it still hurt slightly.
Although his combat power was nine, small-caliber bullets had minimal effect. The few that hit him tore through his clothes, causing mild pain—similar to an ordinary person wearing a bulletproof vest being grazed. Even a battle power of ten wouldn't make one entirely invulnerable; even Goku would feel pain if hit by multiple bullets at once.
Smith shook the blood off his blade, activated his combat efficiency scanner to locate enemy positions, and quickly surged upstairs.
With the scanner, he could detect enemies no matter where they hid—a kind of x-ray plugin. With this advantage, Smith's efficiency skyrocketed. All opponents were easily defeated. A single slash or kick would eliminate them.
If you were hit, you died. If you were touched, you died.
Against such soldiers, Smith didn't even need his Wolf Fang Storm Fist technique, yet he fought his way to the top floor. Seeing multiple four-to-five-man squads on the rooftop, he charged straight for it.
"Boom!"
Smith kicked open the rooftop door and stepped out.
The helicopter had already started. Seeing Smith emerge, Vigo shouted:"Quick! Take off, pull up!"
Smith looked at the helicopter passengers and smiled:"Perfect! Several Russian mob leaders are on board. I don't need to hunt anyone else."
Ivy leaned out and shouted:"Mr. Smith, is a peaceful negotiation still possible? We're willing to pay—a lot of money."
Smith shook his head:"Fools. Even if I kill you Russian thugs, the money's still mine."
Hearing Smith's words, Abram and Ario realized there was no hope. They raised their assault rifles and opened fire.
"Rat-a-tat-tat."
Smith charged forward recklessly. Seeing the helicopter beginning to ascend, he didn't try to grab it by hand. Instead, he threw Purl into the system space.
"Purl, turn yourself into a rope and loop it around the landing skid.""Yes, Mr. Smith."
Purl transformed into a rope, one end wrapped around the helicopter's landing skid. Smith jumped, grabbed the rope, and swung himself into the cabin.
Inside, flames flickered briefly, then silence fell, followed by gunfire.
Smith killed Vigo and tossed his body out of the helicopter. It landed on the rooftop.
After eliminating the pilot, Smith leaped from the cabin, landing on the rooftop. Purl reverted to normal and returned to Smith's side.
"Master Smith, that was incredible. You eliminated all the enemies."
The now pilot-less helicopter lost control and crashed violently at the club entrance.
"Boom!"
From that moment, all senior Russian mob officials and gunmen were wiped out by Smith Doyle.
John Wick, who had just arrived by car, froze as he saw the helicopter explode in front of him. Confirming no secondary explosions, he got out, fully armed, with a large tactical backpack indicating he had brought plenty of equipment.
"What happened here?"
At the club entrance, Wick saw the dead guards; inside, he saw the carnage.
On the rooftop, Smith took out his phone and called Cross. The call connected immediately:
"All senior leaders of the Russian mob, including Vigo, Ivy, Abram, and Ario, have been killed. The remaining core gunmen are nearly all dead.""The solo elimination of the Russian mob is complete!"
Smith had reviewed the intelligence. The mob had four senior leaders and about 200 core gunmen. Wick had killed nearly 100, and Smith killed another 100. Almost the entire organization was destroyed. The few who escaped were only lightly wounded.
Cross Carlos remained silent for a moment, surprised by the speed of the operation. He had trusted Smith's abilities, knowing that with the Assassin Alliance's unique marksmanship and Smith's combat power, the task could be completed—but he expected it would take days, not hours.
"Congratulations, God. From now on, you are the leader of the Assassin Alliance."
Smith nodded and continued:"The Russian mob has been eradicated. We've arranged personnel to seize their assets and search their vaults.""The site also needs to be cleared.""Understood, arrangements will be made."
After ending the call, Smith descended the stairs and happened to encounter John Wick.
Wick looked at Vigo's corpse at Smith's feet in shock and asked:"Mr. Smith, you killed all these enemies?"