Inside the top-floor conference room.
Viggo and the others also received the alarm from downstairs and immediately ordered the surveillance room to transmit the footage up.
Seeing the man in the video effortlessly slaughter all their subordinates in the lobby like chopping vegetables, everyone's faces darkened instantly.
"Hurry, send all the men to assist!"
"Someone dares to storm the Russian gang alone? I want him dead here!"
Everyone quickly notified their own gunmen. After Aburan finished giving orders, he looked up and asked:
"Big bro, who is this guy?"
Viggo glanced at his brother and replied,
"Smith Doyle."
Hearing the name, everyone was stunned. That guy had actually been discussed in the earlier meeting—who would've thought he'd fight his way here?
Ario said,
"Is he trying to be the next Night Demon?"
"With this level of security, even John Wick would die here."
Viggo nodded in agreement. Just then, the video feed from the second floor came through.
Seeing the footage, everyone shuddered.
"Is… is this guy even human?"
Aburan looked despairing. This guy was like Captain America reborn. When did the outside world get this crazy?
Viggo recalled Winston's warning not to mess with Smith Doyle.
Pushing away his regret, Viggo said:
"I've got a helicopter on the roof. Ivy, get someone to prep it now."
"We're heading to the rooftop, armed."
Ivy pulled out his phone and called the flight crew to prep the helicopter. The group then rushed upstairs.
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At that moment, Smith had already fought his way through the third floor. The hallway was full of enemy corpses, while the only damage he had sustained was to his clothes.
He touched a spot on his body where a bullet had struck—it hurt a little.
Although his combat power was 9, small-caliber bullets couldn't really hurt him anymore. The impact damaged his clothes but only caused him mild pain, like getting hit while wearing a bulletproof vest. Since his combat power hadn't yet hit 10, there was still a bit of vulnerability. Even a 10-power Goku would feel pain getting shot by Bulma.
Smith flicked the blood off his blade. He then put on his combat power detector and scanned for enemy positions before charging upward.
With the detector's help, any hidden enemies were exposed by their power readings—it was like having wallhacks.
Thanks to the aid, Smith Doyle's efficiency skyrocketed. None of the enemies were a match. A slash or a kick would take them out.
Basically, a hit meant death. Even a graze meant death.
Against these small fry, Smith didn't even need to use his Wolf Fang Fist. He made it to the top floor with ease.
Seeing several lifeforms with combat power around 4 or 5 moving above, Smith sprinted to the rooftop.
"Boom!"
He kicked open the rooftop door and stepped out.
The helicopter had already started up. Seeing Smith emerge, Viggo shouted:
"Quick! Take off! Ascend!"
Looking at the people in the chopper, Smith smiled:
"How convenient. All the Russian gang leaders are right here. Saves me the trouble of hunting you down."
Ivy poked his head out and shouted:
"Mr. Smith, is there a chance to negotiate?"
"We're willing to pay—a lot."
Smith shook his head:
"Foolish. Killing you gets me your money anyway."
Hearing that, Aburan and Ario knew it was hopeless. They raised their assault rifles and opened fire.
"Ratatatat!"
Smith didn't dodge the bullets but tanked them directly. Seeing the helicopter lifting off, he didn't try anything crazy like pulling it down with brute strength—instead, he pulled out a creature named Pool from his system space.
"Pool, transform into a rope and hook onto that."
"Yes, Master Smith."
Pool transformed into a rope and wrapped one end around the helicopter's skid.
Smith leaped up, grabbed the rope, and swung himself into the cabin.
Gunfire lit up the interior briefly before it went quiet.
Smith killed Viggo and threw his body out of the helicopter, letting it crash down on the rooftop.
After killing the pilot too, Smith jumped back down to the rooftop.
Pool, seeing Smith had landed, ended the transformation and returned to Smith's side.
"Master Smith, you were so cool! All the enemies are taken care of."
The now-pilotless helicopter spiraled out of control and began to fall.
"Boom!"
It crashed at the club entrance and exploded violently.
Thus, the entire leadership and armed forces of the Russian mob were wiped out by Smith Doyle alone.
John Wick, who had just arrived in his car, saw the explosion and froze. After confirming there wouldn't be a second blast, he stepped out, loaded with weapons and a tactical backpack full of gear.
"What the hell happened here?"
At the club entrance, he saw the dead guards. Inside the lobby, the carnage was shocking.
Up on the rooftop, Smith called Carlos of the Cross via phone, which connected quickly.
"Viggo, Ivy, Aburan, Ario—all Russian gang leaders are dead. Most of their gunners too."
"Solo extermination mission complete."
According to Smith's intel, there were four high-ranking leaders and around 200 enforcers. John Wick killed about half; Smith killed the rest. Any survivors were insignificant.
Carlos was silent for a second. He hadn't expected it to be this fast.
He believed in Smith's strength and expected success—just not in a single day.
"You did it, GOD. You're now the leader of the Assassins' Guild."
Smith nodded and added:
"The Russian gang's assets need to be secured. Check for their vaults, too."
"And clean up the scene."
"Understood. We'll take care of it."
Ending the call, Smith headed downstairs, just in time to meet the arriving John Wick.
Seeing Viggo's body at Smith's feet, John Wick asked in
shock:
"Mr. Smith… you killed all of them?"
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