**Chapter 5: What Is This, a John Wick Setting?**
Soon, Yang Zhisheng rushed over to handle the aftermath for Zhou Ming.
Fortunately, no accidents occurred in the time before he arrived.
Shortly after, Yu Man also arrived at the scene.
As for Zhao Ting and Zhang Changlin, they were too slow and could only follow the instructions of the veteran reincarnators, returning to the hotel first.
He Yunxiao still looked incredulous, completely unable to understand how Zhou Ming, who had seemed harmless just moments before, had suddenly transformed into a fiercely violent thug.
Was he playing dumb?
Zhou Ming had no intention of explaining himself. His main attention was currently on the captured assassin.
On the rooftop, the four of them placed the incapacitated assassin against the wall, searched him, and then reset his jaw.
"Tell us everything you know. Don't force us to use torture," Zhou Ming threatened, waving a knife in front of the assassin.
Unfortunately, coupled with his overly young face, his ferocity wasn't very convincing.
The assassin merely sneered, remaining silent.
"What should we do?" Zhou Ming looked at the two veteran reincarnators.
If it came to torture, he wasn't without methods, but it would be messy and ruin his appetite for dinner. Plus, with two veteran reincarnators, each with many tricks, by his side, it would be foolish to exert himself.
"I'll do it," Yu Man said, amused by Zhou Ming's expectant look. She stepped forward, gripped the assassin's head, and forced him to meet her gaze.
Her eyes suddenly turned red, a black circle outlined around her pupils, and three tadpole-shaped tomoe appeared on the circle's line.
Sharingan.
Both newcomers recognized those distinctive eyes.
"That's right, this is one of my enhancements," Yu Man said as the Sharingan's ability quietly activated.
"Tell me your name, your affiliated organization, and your purpose for being here."
Facing those blood-red, eerie eyes, the assassin's consciousness unknowingly became blurred.
One of the Sharingan's abilities: hypnosis.
Soon, a large amount of information poured out of the assassin's mouth.
According to the assassin, he belonged to a massive assassin organization that spanned multiple countries, integrated various forces, and had a well-structured organizational framework.
This organization had no name because its highest level was led by a mysterious council. Everyone referred to it as the "Council Organization." Although there were many other large and small assassin organizations in this world, the Council Organization was always the largest and strongest among them.
Because whether it was posting or accepting missions, the organization provided unified control behind the scenes, keeping information between the employer and the assassin double-blind. Only those within the organization knew the identities of both parties.
The good news was that assassinating young Miss Adele was a solo mission. Only if the assassin actively abandoned the mission, or if the organization confirmed the assassin's death, would the mission be reissued and the next assassin assigned.
If a mission failed multiple times, the organization would re-evaluate the mission's rank, requiring the employer to pay more or abandon the mission.
"If we can get the assassin organization to stop the assassination of Adele, the final evaluation of this mission will surely be very high."
This was the common thought that arose in the minds of the reincarnators after hearing the assassin's account.
However, considering that this mission only had ten days, trying to make the organization give up by killing assassins was simply impossible.
To achieve this goal, they could only find the employer and force him to voluntarily withdraw the mission.
And to find out the employer's identity, they would have to start investigating people around Adele, which would require a lot of effort and might not even yield results.
Of course, there was an even simpler method: directly storm the Council Organization and seize the employer's information.
But this seemingly simple method was actually the truly difficult one.
Just how vast was the influence of the Council Organization?
The entire organization was led by a mysterious Council of Elders, which had a total of thirteen members, each representing thirteen different forces. They were known as the "Thirteen Clans."
These thirteen forces permeated both the underworld and legitimate society, with intricate relationships. They had extremely strong backgrounds in the military and political circles of several countries, even being the de facto controllers of some small nations.
While the Thirteen Clans could not be equated with the organization itself, the entire organization could be seen as the link connecting the Thirteen Clans. The organization's actions also received support from the Thirteen Clans in all aspects.
Below the Council of Elders were branches spread across the globe, with clearly defined departments, each performing its duties to maintain the organization's operation.
And outside the organization, there were many affiliated forces that obeyed the organization's commands but also had relatively autonomous operational rights.
Combined, all these factors made the Council Organization a colossal entity with terrifying power.
Any person or force daring to challenge the organization's rules would suffer its brutal annihilation. Not to mention directly attacking the Council Organization—to people in this world, that sounded no different than a fantasy.
"What kind of John Wick setting is this... Can such an outrageous organization really exist?" He Yunxiao murmured.
"One last question... Do you know the Cronus Organization?"
Yu Man maintained the Sharingan's hypnosis, asking the question she truly cared about.
"The Cronus Organization..." The assassin's consciousness was hazy, and he spoke slowly in a tone that sounded like delirium.
"I've heard of them. They are one of the few assassin forces unwilling to be subservient to the Council Organization. They are few in number, very mysterious, and every assassin is incredibly powerful."
"I heard..." Even under hypnosis, the assassin showed rare hesitation and uncertainty. "I heard they possess extraordinary powers that do not belong to mortals."
"They can suddenly unleash combat power far exceeding ordinary people in battle. They can shoot and hit bullets flying in the air. They can even make bullets curve."
"I also heard that they all follow the will of God, and they only kill the sinful. But these are all things I've heard from others. In fact, I've never seen them."
"They are special. Even the organization is unwilling to be hostile toward them. Even though they disdain the olive branch extended by the organization, the organization has never taken any retaliatory action."
Zhou Ming and the other two exchanged glances, seeing a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.
Indeed, the veteran reincarnators' missions were not that simple.
"What is this? First it was John Wick, now it's Assassin's Creed? Is there going to be Equilibrium next?" Only He Yunxiao, unaware of the inside story, couldn't help but complain. "Curving bullets are out now, so I wouldn't be surprised by Gun Kata either."
Yu Man then asked a few more questions. After confirming that no more valuable information could be extracted, she deactivated the Sharingan's hypnosis.
"He's useless now. He's yours," she said casually to Zhou Ming.
Without a word, Zhou Ming raised his hand and fired a bullet into the assassin's heart.
Since he had captured this assassin alive, it was naturally his right to kill him.
The close-range gunshot startled the unprepared He Yunxiao again. He trembled as he watched the person who had just been speaking turn into a corpse, his mind greatly shaken.
Yang Zhisheng patted his shoulder and said, "Learn to adapt. To survive in the Main God Space, death and slaughter will always accompany you."
"We're leaving," Yu Man said faintly to Yang Zhisheng. "The job of destroying the body and erasing traces is yours."
Yang Zhisheng said nothing, just waved his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to work.
But at that very moment, a sense of crisis so intense that it even caused Zhou Ming a stinging sensation suddenly erupted.
At the same time, Yang Zhisheng and Yu Man's expressions changed drastically.
Two thousand meters away, a man had an unusually large sniper rifle propped in front of him.
A few seconds earlier, a bullet had flown from the barrel of this sniper rifle. The specially made bullet broke apart several times in the air, crossing a full two thousand meters, yet still accurately heading toward its intended target—Yang Zhisheng's head.
If nothing unexpected happened, this long bullet would drill into the back of Yang Zhisheng's head, then exit from his forehead, carrying his brains and his life, flying off to an unknown distance.
But since we said *if nothing unexpected happened*, an accident was bound to occur.
When that bullet entered within one meter of Yang Zhisheng, its speed began to sharply decrease.
When it was still half a meter from Yang Zhisheng's head, its speed was not much faster than a person throwing a punch.
When it was less than ten centimeters from Yang Zhisheng, a hand reached out and caught it.
That was Yang Zhisheng's hand.
He had already turned around, his eyes like telescopes, colliding with the gaze that was looking at him through the sniper scope.
"What a long-range sniper shot," Yang Zhisheng said with a sinister grin, reaching out his hand and letting the bullet with strange patterns slide from his palm.
"If I didn't have an electromagnetic shield field, I'd be dead by your gun right now."
"But now that you couldn't kill me, you're the one who dies."
*Boom!*
Yang Zhisheng shot forward like a speeding rocket. The concrete ground beneath his feet cracked radially from the immense force of his steps.
He leaped onto the rooftop wall, crushing it, his body striding through the air. His palms opened downward, expelling propulsion gas like an Iron Man suit, incredibly flying dozens of meters and landing on the opposite building's roof.
Then, he continued to charge forward with that terrifying speed and explosive power, vanishing from Zhou Ming's sight in a blink.
"He's furious," Yu Man said with a composed smile. "You two go back first. Be careful on the way. I need to go help him."
She also rushed out of the building, rapidly forming hand seals, crossing the distance between two buildings that would be an insurmountable chasm for ordinary people, chasing after the distant Yang Zhisheng.
Compared to Yang Zhisheng's wide-open, incredibly violent advance, Yu Man was as light as a butterfly.
"Ninjutsu?" Zhou Ming thought to himself. Yang Zhisheng was a cyborg, while Yu Man had ninjutsu from the chakra system and a non-human physique. Both had already transcended the category of "mortal."
The power they unleashed at that moment made Zhou Ming clearly realize the vast gap between himself and them.
And according to their previous statements, this was their fourth mission.
Three missions could transform an ordinary person into a non-human existence.
"This really is... this really is something to look forward to."
Zhou Ming's lips curved into an excited smile. He said nothing, turning and walking toward the stairwell.
A long-range sniper shot from two thousand meters away—that assassin definitely came from the Cronus Organization.
Since the two veteran reincarnators had already taken action, there was no need for him to cause trouble. He would just go back and wait for news.
With the intelligence on the Cronus Organization in hand, the real action was about to begin.