Mystical Journey

Elvin, England, Europe.

There was a white mansion in the outskirts, the mansion’s roof had a serrated pattern, the doors and windows were all arch-shaped, and occasionally one could see round pillars supporting the building.

A black person in a white shirt and black slacks was going in and out of the house.

There were green grassy yards all around the mansion, each patch of grass trimmed unnaturally tidily.

The sky was cloudy and dark, the sun covered by clouds, making the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.

On the grass, an old black man with a red tie was casually surfing the internet on his phone, he sat in a chair under an umbrella to block off the sun, but his gaze kept wandering to a bunch of pretty women playing nearby in front of him.

As a black man, and as the boss of England's largest antique and relics field, he had started the Bailey Group. Having accomplished such a result in the world of the white people, Kabb already had more than enough to be proud of, so all that should be left was to sit back and enjoy a carefree life.

But Kabb was not so relaxed at all, now that he was fifty-two, he was currently facing the second largest problem in life, aging.

He was barely past middle-aged, but he was feeling far less energetic than he used to be, and his spirit was also constantly weakening, this feeling of constantly shriveling away made him panic.

Luckily, he had discovered an earth-shaking secret from a rival group as it collapsed, this secret might be an important turning point for his life from now on, he could not afford to let it slip by.

"Boss, it seems like someone's interfering with the mask that we're after." A subordinate walked up to him and spoke quietly in his ear.

"Someone's interfering?" Kabb frowned, "Who?"

"The Neo Black Uniforms, they have the Nighthawks behind them, it's a bit troublesome." His trusted aide Medis had an extremely powerful information web, and would not be wrong about this kind of thing.

"They also know about the mask?" Kabb asked quietly, still pretending his eyes were on the ladies.

"Yes, unfortunately." Medis nodded.

"That’s troublesome, I am bent on attaining all twelve masks, the Nighthawks are number one in Africa, get Viper to deal with them. Contact the Primary Colors for me, the White Phoenix would surely be willing to greet this new force that’s undermining their authority."

Kabb instantly thought of ways to deal with this, not only was he the boss of England’s largest antique corporation, he was also the unifier of half of England’s strongest violent groups, every move he made was enough to influence the entire English underworld.

"Yes." Medis backed down, head lowered.

Kabb, however, began to quickly recall all the information he had about the Nighthawks, they did not have many members, but they were the most mysterious, and they had that powerful mastermind known as the Nighthawk King behind them. This was enough to make him wary, that person was powerful enough to brazenly attack the Primary Colors, he was dangerous and extremely invasive.

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On a passenger plane from Elvin towards Berlin, Germany

The passengers were all groggy and sleepy, some were reading their newspapers quietly, some had put on sleeping masks, a few young people were gathered and playing cards, the stewardesses were threading through the aisles, asking questions and checking on the passengers.

In the four seats on the left at the back of the plane, there were four young people sitting in a row and playing some sort of table game, one of them yawned slightly.

"How much longer before we reach?" This person put down the game pieces in his hand, his expression absolutely bored.

"Soon, soon, I can feel the plane descending." A girl said flippantly.

"You say that every time."

"Don’t you feel more hopeful when I say that?" The girl replied nonchalantly.

"Aihhh…"

Another person put down their pieces, "Just go ahead and sleep, you guys, there should still be more than twenty minutes."

He turned around to look at a man by the window, this man wore white leather pants, and a T-shirt with black and red stripes, his skin was fair, and there was a series of golden earrings on his ears.

"King, what should we do when we get there?"

"Just follow the old rules, this mission is slightly more difficult, you guys be careful. The opponent is Hera of the Nighthawks." The man called King replied casually.

"The Nighthawks are very active in Africa, there are more wars and conflicts there, so it can’t be easy to build a reputation over there. But on that note, these complicated city areas belong to us, Viper, if they want to beat us here… hehe."

The four of them were the true form of the whole Viper, as one of the top ten mercenary groups in Europe, nobody dared to underestimate their hidden ambushes and killing intent.

"Hera has five powerful generals under her, and she herself is one of the Nighthawk King’s three most trusted aides, so we must not underestimate her ability, no matter what, everyone has to be more serious this time, after finishing this job, all of us can go back and play however we want."

King told them softly.

"No problem.""Of course!""Let’s f*ck ‘em sideways!"

The three of them started yelling.

"Every member of the Nighthawks has powerful ambushing power, and they are all very alert as well, try to be quick, you can’t give them any time to resist. Their combat power is all very strong, do not try to engage in close combat with them."

"Understood!"

This time, Viper had not only accepted the mission from the Bailey Group, there was also the Primary Colors’ bounty, in this operation against the Nighthawks, they were joined by a few more of the top ten mercenary groups in Europe, each of them was in charge of one of the Nighthawks’ independent members.

The Black Uniforms’ Jay, the Vice Commander Baldy Kaedun, and his wife Hera, each of them had an elite mercenary troop targeting them, to make sure this operation was completely foolproof.

And then there was the strongest mercenary group, Blackfire, out of the hunt everywhere for the Nighthawk King’s whereabouts.

This time the Primary Colors were really determined, they had tossed out two billion pounds at once, just to make sure the Nighthawks were thoroughly exterminated.

An invisible web was surrounding the entirety of the Nighthawks. In this web, there were several people who had crossed swords with Levi before, and there were some who fought Kaedun himself as well, they were all monstrous elites. They were so professional, that some of them had a thousand faces and you could not tell which one was real at all, some were top-level bomb experts, with bombs everywhere. Others were computer hacking prodigies, wherever there was a surveillance camera, as long as it was connected to the internet, those could be their eyes.

There were all sorts of elites, and their supremely powerful combinations had taken on many high-difficulty missions before, most of them even had experience with the supernatural.

And even so, the Primary Colors still secretly sent out powerful people, allegedly strong mercenaries who had been modified through experiments, specifically to deal with the Nighthawk King if he shows up.

This operation was like a web covering heaven and earth, giving their target no way to escape.

Although King sounded serious, the truth was he already knew in his heart, that if nothing out of the extraordinary happened, the Nighthawks were finished this time.

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"What!? Our stuff has been stolen?" Jay’s eyes immediately went cold, staring at his subordinate in front of him. "Who did it?"

"It’s Ohio Silk from Europe, they left their signature mark." His subordinate reported quietly.

Chack!

The glass in Jay’s hand shattered, and the transparent wine flowed out of his hand.

"Ohio Silk… The number two assassins’ group in Europe, huh? What’s the meaning of this? Do they want to declare war on us?" His face darkened.

His subordinate did not even dare to breathe loudly in front of him, just lowering his head and freezing still.

"Boss, let’s just fight it out, I’ve always wanted to see what these European scrubs could do. They were just so f*cking cocky at the banquet last time!" A young red-haired man leaned on a wall inside the room, and spoke casually.

"I’ll go with Tran, and take fifteen of our elites, that should be enough to solve our problem." Another woman in the room said quietly, they were Jay’s left and right hands respectively, they were always hanging around Jay even when they were in the Nighthawks, and now that they had swallowed up and were controlling the Black Uniforms, having learned the fistfighting skills from Jay, their strength increased tremendously. After undergoing such cruel training, their bodies’ stamina had achieved a terrifying and extreme level, such that they were the elite fighters just behind Jay among the Black Uniforms.

"There’s no rush… Since they dare to make a move directly, they must surely have considered our response in it as well." Jay was never an impulsive person, he mused over it, then picked up the phone to call the other members of the Nighthawks.

After a dozen or so minutes, he put the telephone receiver down, his expression dark.

"As expected, this is an operation targeting the entire Nighthawks, things have gone wrong on Baldy’s and Hera’s side as well, I suspect that our opponent will make a move immediately. You guys go and mobilize your men immediately, get them on their guard! It’s highly likely they will strike tonight!"

Hearing those words, his subordinates grew solemn as well, looks like this situation was not good.

"Tell the lower ranks, if we get past this, everyone will get at least a hundred thousand USD as a reward, depending on their contributions," Jay promised generously.

His two subordinates started chuckling loudly.

Bang!!!

Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the three of them got down to the ground instantly.

The only person who could not react in time was the subordinate who had come to report the problem, his temple was pierced through, blood spraying, and he toppled backward.

At the same time, deep bullet holes appeared on the tables, the sofas, the chairs, all the holes appearing at once.

It was just one gunshot sound, sounding like the explosion of firecrackers, but the result that appeared was at least caused by several dozen guns shooting at once, and they were all high-powered guns as well.

Jay rolled onto the ground like a snake, and darted underneath the metallic table for cover.

He could hear the tapping and consecutive explosions above his head, who knew how many bullets were raining down onto the table.

This was the Black Uniforms’ headquarters, and the enemy actually had the ability to assault them all the way here… add that to the strength of this firepower, and he could not help a chill rising in his heart.

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In the pitch black sealed room, Garen sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes tightly closed, and the platform with the coin right in front of him.

Ever since that day, he had to come in here every so often to suppress Nadia’s scent tracking.

The original scent of the coin got more and more terrifying, and now anyone in a five-meter radius would get pulled into a dream, Nadia’s energy would suppress their spirits until they were confused and barely conscious. But with Garen’s constant suppression, this increase in its power was finally controlled, Garen kept using up the energy on the coin, greatly delaying Nadia’s identification of this area.

Strangely, by using the Nine-Headed Dragon’s will to fight her in this dream state, Garen could clearly feel his secret technique training progressing even faster than before. This resistance was like a sharpening stone, making his Living Secret Technique stronger and stronger, and he soon reached the peak of the first level.