Yamamoto Kaito paid no mind to Wes's shouting, instead quickly surveying the entire factory. The complex was large with three floors—two above ground and one basement level. The first floor housed several cars, alongside tables and sofas.
Twelve armed men were scattered throughout, four stationed at the basement entrance.
Seeing the four guards guarding the basement, Kaito quietly surmised that the vault must be down there.
Bob ignored Wes and wandered aimlessly, infuriating Wes who stormed up to Kaito.
"Bob, you deaf? I told you to guard outside!" Wes growled, reaching to shove Bob out.
But Kaito, who had already scoped out the factory, tossed a kunai straight into the large Russian's chest.
Wes stared in disbelief at the kunai lodged in his heart, sputtering, "Y-y-you…"
He never finished the sentence—falling backward, dead.
Aiden, who had been watching, shouted, "Bob's a traitor—kill him!"
Drawing his pistol, Aiden aimed to shoot, his comrades snapping to attention.
Kaito's hands moved fast—eight kunai shot forth like petals scattering in all directions.
The kunai struck the floor at the gangsters' feet, setting fire to the papers bound to the kunai.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted, instantly killing all except the guards at the basement entrance.
Above the blasts, the gangsters on the second floor shouted, "Enemy attack!"
They grabbed weapons and rushed to support downstairs.
Of the four guards, three were killed instantly by incoming explosive tags. The last was severely wounded but used a radio to call for backup and alert the basement guards before passing out.
Smoke still thick in the air, two gangsters cautiously descended, weapons raised, searching for the attacker.
A shadow appeared in the haze, prompting a shout, "There!"
Bullets rained out, but the figure left no cry of pain nor was a body hit—Kaito was using a substitution jutsu, creating an illusion to divert fire.
Suddenly, kunai flew toward the shooters.
"Ahh…"
Two gunmen fell, dead before they could react.
Upon hearing the gunfire and screams, backup descending the stairs slowed, taking cover around the corner for blind fire.
Kaito dashed to the staircase entrance on the second floor, squatting briefly before sprinting up. The concrete cracked beneath his feet like lightning striking.
Unaware, reinforcements were silently cut down by kunai slashing throats.
Within the hail of bullets, Kaito moved like death incarnate, taking lives one by one.
The gangsters on the second floor crumbled, abandoning effective defense. Three smashed a window and leapt out, shouting wildly.
Aside from the jumpers, all second-floor gangsters were felled by Kaito's kunai.
He emerged unscathed.
At the broken window, he eyed the limping runners. Kunai appeared in his hands, swiftly thrown.
Swish. Swish. Swish.
Three kunai pierced the necks of the fleeing men. They collapsed before reaching the street, blood staining the ground.
Satisfied, Kaito nodded—all escaped were dead.
Shaking blood from his blades, he descended to the basement entrance where the four guards had stood.
One remained barely alive—Kaito dealt the final blow, sending him to hell.
He then examined the entrance closely.
A massive security door blocked the basement—not a wooden door or household safe, but a steel, ten centimeters thick vault door.
No wonder no backup had come from below—the door separated inside and out. It required someone inside to open it.
Six anxious guards waited beyond the door.
One holding an assault rifle spoke, "Tana, no movement outside. Is the enemy dealt with?"
Tana didn't reply but keyed his radio, speaking into his earpiece, "Sam, status outside—has the threat been neutralized?"
Kaito's ears twitched. Hearing the radio from a dead guard's earpiece on the floor, he stepped forward, grabbed the radio, and barked, "Sam's dead. Your turn is next!"
He crushed the radio in his hand and let the pieces fall.
Inside, the guards exchanged worried looks—everyone had heard the message.
"No way through that door. It's custom-made like a bank vault by boss Viggo. No high explosives can budge it."
Tana's analysis calmed the group noticeably.
"Mod, call Viggo. Tell him the base's under attack and we need backup."
Mod snapped to attention and ran to the phone, dialing immediately.