Kurozawa's figure vanished into the dark shadows, moving silently through the forest near Akaya Mountain, slowly approaching the personnel ambushed within.
Within his Fighting Spirit Perception, everyone's exact location and the monitoring equipment set up around them were laid bare, without the slightest trace of concealment.
And the other side had not yet discovered Kurozawa's presence.
Perhaps they already knew Kurozawa had arrived; after all, he had driven here, so the sound of the vehicle must have been detected.
However, merely knowing that he had arrived but not knowing his specific location would create a more oppressive atmosphere than complete ignorance. Facing a predator they couldn't see but who had quietly arrived and was approaching would bring unimaginable psychological pressure.
After completely suppressing his Fighting Spirit fluctuations, Kurozawa moved swiftly through the forest like a fish in water, creating a subtle rustling sound. But this sound was no louder than the wind rustling the leaves, completely inconspicuous.
Moreover, as Kurozawa closed in on Akaya Mountain and approached the nearest target, his movements deliberately slowed, not making even the slightest sound, like a patient and experienced hunter.
His eyes gradually deepened, his gaze sweeping over every place where someone was lurking.
A clear, excited smile curved at the corner of Kurozawa's mouth, and a fleeting red light seemed to flash in his eyes before instantly disappearing.
Let us hunt those who have fallen into darkness! On a large tree with a dense canopy, a well-built, fully armed person was squatting and hiding.
He wore a tactical helmet with night vision capabilities, his field of vision a greenish hue, only occasionally seeing the rustling of leaves in the wind and the movements of some nocturnal insects and beasts hunting and passing through.
His breathing was light, as if he feared disturbing the attention of some entity. Beneath his black combat uniform, the air was thick and stuffy.
"Where exactly is the target?"
The Blade Breakers members participating in the Dragon Slayer operation had all been informed of the target's power. The regenerative ability, which could be called an immortal body, felt like a great mountain pressing down on the hearts of all members. However, they had to find ways to level this mountain.
Some news came through the earbud, saying the target had arrived by car but had hidden in the dense forest after getting out, losing all trace.
For some reason, the heat detector was useless.
The target was clearly somewhere unknown, silently observing this place, yet their side hadn't even found a single hair of the opponent. The situation was very passive.
As his mind was in a highly tense state, his peripheral vision suddenly seemed to catch a fleeting glimpse of a figure.
In an instant, he turned his gun barrel, searching for traces of the suspicious target.
But this seemed to be just a false alarm, an illusion caused by misseeing due to tension. After searching around for a while, he still couldn't find the target's figure.
But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt that the shadow in his location seemed to have deepened.
Although the mountain forest was dark and the moonlight was not bright, it had always been able to penetrate the branches and leaves, illuminating a little bit of space.
But now, it seemed as if some dark clouds had appeared, blocking the moonlight above.
The Blade Breakers member's heart trembled. After regaining his senses, he realized that something bad had happened.
Tightening the gun in his hand, his neck lifted little by little, inch by inch, like a rusty mechanical gear, slowly looking towards the shadow that was obscuring the moonlight.
*Boom!* His pupils constricted!
But before he could call for support, before he could raise the firearm in his hand and unleash a roar, a sharp pain suddenly struck his left chest, and the strength throughout his body drained away like flowing water.
He looked down in astonishment. A chilling Metal Blade had entered from his back and broken through his front chest, its surface stained with dripping blood.
At the same time, Kurozawa reached out and placed his hand on the other person's head, exerting a gentle force.
With a crack, he cleanly twisted his neck.
A pierce through the heart and a twisted neck meant he was completely dead.
Then, Kurozawa squatted on this relatively thick branch, his gaze sweeping in all directions.
"The twenty-third. They should have reacted by now."
This person was the twenty-third person Kurozawa had stealthily killed in silence. Although Kurozawa himself hadn't caused any commotion, these people all carried communication equipment like earbuds.
If someone contacted them but didn't receive a reply, they would immediately know that something had gone wrong.
Licking the corner of his mouth, Kurozawa took the firearm from the prey he had just killed, held it in his hand and toyed with it for a while, then threw it backward.
*Whoosh!* A fleshy tentacle extended from Kurozawa's shoulder blade, wrapping around the assault rifle.
If one looked closely at the indistinct shadows behind Kurozawa, they would find fleshy tentacles wrapped around more than twenty rifles and small items like grenades and flashbangs, also hanging with belts of ammunition, making Kurozawa's back look somewhat hideous and bloated.
These were the spoils he had just collected.
Compared to the sharp attacks of the Parasitic Organism, at a longer distance, human weapons often possessed stronger lethality and deterrence. Perhaps these people wouldn't have expected Kurozawa to use their weapons to arm himself.
A faint buzzing sound rang out.
Kurozawa's ears twitched, and his Fighting Spirit Perception also captured a fluctuation.
Reaching out, he pulled the earbud from the ear of the dead Blade Breakers member and put it on.
"Number 367, report reconnaissance status, please reply if you receive, please reply if you receive." The voice on the other end was gradually becoming anxious, presumably guessing what had happened.
Kurozawa smiled and said, "Don't worry, tonight is still very long."
Without waiting for a response from the other side, Kurozawa pulled out the earbud and casually crushed it into powder.
Since the location each member was responsible for was recorded, after Kurozawa responded, his position was immediately exposed in the sight of the Blade Breakers department.
*Buzz!* Beams of dazzling, highly condensed white light shone from a distance, penetrating the mountain forest and rocks, dispelling the shadows and darkness, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.
At the same time, Kurozawa lost interest in playing the role of an assassin.
He jumped down generously from the treetop, his figure exposed in the white beams shining from a distance and continuously sweeping.
Bang bang bang. The ground seemed to tremble slightly.
One by one, fully armed Blade Breakers rushed out from their former hiding places, charging towards Kurozawa's position.
Some raised their guns and fired as they approached, with hot bullets whistling through the air one after another.
They had already received orders.
Once the target was found, they were to open fire with all their might, regardless of life or death.
Kurozawa slightly closed his eyes. His Fighting Spirit Domain spread out, and the moving enemies were completely exposed in Kurozawa's view.
He was hit by the incoming bullets, his muscles tearing, but he seemed not to feel it.
His arms suddenly flared up, transforming into nearly thirty slender fleshy tentacles without Metal Blades. Each one was wrapped around a cold, hard firearm, or various oval-shaped grenades.
The fleshy tentacles holding firearms on his back spread out like a peacock displaying its feathers.
The next second, mixed with Kurozawa's loud laughter, gunfire roared.
Rat-a-tat-tat, dadadada, whoosh whoosh whoosh...
A metallic tide erupted around Kurozawa, sweeping in all directions.
And the seemingly fierce and chaotic gunfire was actually extremely precise.
These bullets, precisely locked onto targets through Fighting Spirit Perception, would hit directly as long as the angle was right and there were no obstacles in between, piercing through layers of obstruction and shooting into the enemies' chests or foreheads.
Puff puff puff. Several hundred meters away from Kurozawa, a series of dazzling blood blossoms bloomed.
Many people died instantly in this wave of Kurozawa's attack.
When their companions discovered that Kurozawa was using firearms, they all became vigilant. Using rocks or thick trees for cover, they returned fire at Kurozawa. Dense gun muzzle flashes lit up, burning like clusters of flames.
Countless bullets indiscriminately bombarded the area where Kurozawa was located.
But compared to Kurozawa's precise attacks, most of the bullets from the Blade Breakers fell wide of the mark; only with good luck could they hit Kurozawa directly, and that was only when he was too lazy to dodge.
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