Tonight, blood will shatter the peace.
At the main entrance, Uvogin and the other two launched a frontal assault.
Dense Aura condensed around Uvogin's body, resembling boiling steam, a clear reflection of his burning battle lust.
The moment the order was given, Uvogin charged ahead.
The guards at the gate, seeing Uvogin's aggressive approach, didn't even bother questioning him. They coldly raised their guns and unleashed a barrage of bullets filled with lethal intent.
Uvogin grinned coldly, baring his teeth in full.
He tanked the bullets with his bare body, closed the distance in an instant, and smashed the guards into bloody pulp, splattering the entrance with gore.
Soon after, Feitan and Phinks joined the fray.
Swoosh!
Feitan moved like a ghost in the night, his figure flickering past. Before the guards could even react, their heads were already soaring through the air.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Phinks, relying solely on his hands, twisted the guards' necks with speed they couldn't comprehend, killing them instantly.
Ten seconds.
That was how long the hundred guards lasted against the three.
The sudden assault and the gruesome spectacle sent the pedestrians on the opposite street fleeing in terror.
After slaughtering all the guards, Uvogin smashed the iron gate with a single punch, sending it flying hundreds of meters away and crushing dozens of reinforcements who had just arrived.
"Uvogin, you just had to use your fists."
Phinks rummaged through the corpses, collecting grenades one by one.
Uvogin didn't respond. With the imposing presence of a tiger, he charged into the Ohara Museum. Spotting the endless stream of figures emerging from the darkness, he laughed wildly, "There's plenty of you! Perfect! I love it when people are so eager to die."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he stomped the ground, causing it to crack beneath him.
Whoosh!
He leaped into the air like a meteor, crashing into the crowd below.
The Aura concentrated in his right fist shone like a brilliant sun before exploding violently upon impact!
Boom!
A deafening blast erupted, carving a massive crater into the ground. The shockwave surged outward, sending limbs and chunks of flesh flying in all directions.
"Hahaha!"
Uvogin stood at the bottom of the crater, his feet planted in a pool of mangled flesh and blood.
The sound of his Big Bang Impact reverberated all the way to the banquet hall.
Meanwhile, Phinks and Feitan treated the grenades they'd scavenged like firecrackers, tossing them indiscriminately. The explosions killed indiscriminately while creating a relentless chain of blasts, all to draw more enemies toward the main entrance.
"This place's security gear isn't half bad." Feitan remarked, narrowing his eyes as he lobbed three grenades into the darkness.
"Shalnark did say this museum's security is top-tier in the industry." Phinks replied coolly.
Feitan leaned forward slightly, a cold smirk on his face, "From the looks of it, they're nothing special. Might as well wipe them all out!"
The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished like a ghost. In the next instant, he appeared behind a group of a dozen enemies hiding in the shadows. Without any visible movement, their heads went flying.
"Looks like the slightly competent ones are showing up." Phinks remarked, eyeing the ten-man squad of Nen Users approaching them.
Feitan flashed to Phinks' side and said, "I'll take six."
Crack. Crack.
Phinks flexed his knuckles and sneered, "Three's more than enough for you."
Feitan flicked his wrist, a glint of blade light faintly visible in the darkness, "Then let's see who's faster."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the two charged at the ten Nen Users simultaneously.
Nearby, Uvogin paid them no mind, continuing to unleash Big Bang Impacts one after another, each explosion shaking the earth.
At the same time, on the right side of the Ohara Museum's perimeter wall.
Machi, Kortopi, Bonolenov, Shidore, and Kirlo effortlessly scaled the several-meter-high wall and landed on the grass.
Shortly after advancing, low growls echoed from the dimly lit surroundings, and pairs of gleaming beastly eyes slowly emerged.
A few seconds later, the grass was littered with the corpses of guard dogs.
Inside the Ohara Museum's security control room.
A man in military uniform held a walkie-talkie, frantically issuing orders.
Beside him, his subordinates relayed information from the surveillance feeds.
Beads of sweat trickled down the face of the man in military uniform.
There were only three enemies at the main entrance, yet in just one minute, nearly two hundred of their men had been slaughtered!
Five more intruders had been spotted on the right flank.
And at the banquet, five confirmed enemies were present.
In other words, there were only thirteen attackers, five of whom had infiltrated in advance.
"Did the security team eat shit or what?"
The man in military uniform man bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Though there were only thirteen enemies, each of them was a high-level Nen User, fully capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly.
Now, all he could hope for was that the Hunters his boss had recruited would prove their worth.
At the banquet, Clover was surrounded by a protective detail of bodyguards. Perhaps feeling secure enough, despite nearly dying moments earlier, he appeared relatively calm, though his anger was still palpable.
Law stood in front of Clover and his guards, not turning back as he advised, "Clover, order your men to evacuate the guests immediately."
Clover frowned, about to retort, when another burst of gunfire erupted from the side, followed by a series of agonized screams.
At that moment, Pakunoda made her move again. She grabbed two guests and hurled them through the air toward Law's position.
The terrified shrieks of those two unlucky souls acted like depth charges, sending the other guests scattering in panic.
Law glanced at Pakunoda's movements before leaping up lightly, catching the two victims and dispersing the force behind their momentum with a gentle technique.
Pakunoda narrowed her eyes at the sight, then noticed the Ohara Museum's guards aiming their guns on her.
She calmly retreated into the crowd of fleeing guests, making it impossible for the guards to fire.
Ratatatat!
From the darkness, a storm of bullets suddenly rained down, tearing into the fleeing guests.
Amid the piercing screams, over a dozen guests were shredded by the gunfire.
Clover's face twisted in fury at the sight, and he immediately ordered his guards to protect the panicking guests.
Recognizing the gunfire as Franklin's handiwork, Pakunoda used the guests as human shields, preventing the guards from firing recklessly as she moved toward Franklin's position.
"Salin, stay close to Clover!"
Law shouted, activating [Instant] to chase after Pakunoda.
Ratatatat!
Another merciless barrage of bullets tore through the guards' defensive line, ripping a massive gap in their formation.
From the direction of the gunfire, four figures gradually emerged… Chrollo and the others, having dealt with the obstacles in their path.
Pakunoda moved toward them, but suddenly, her expression shifted. She halted mid-step and leaped back abruptly.
A black shadow landed precisely where she had been about to step… Law.
"Good reflexes."
Law wasn't surprised that Pakunoda had dodged. Over the years, everyone had grown stronger. But he knew Pakunoda wasn't a combat specialist.
Pakunoda looked at the bearded man in front of her. After several exchanges, she judged that he was no pushover and had no intention of engaging in a prolonged fight.
Raising her hand, she conjured a silver revolver. It's her Nen Ability, which is tied to memory, so it had zero lethality. She then fired six shots at Law as a distraction.
After emptying the chamber, she immediately veered sideways, trying to bypass him.
Whoosh!
But Law simply walked straight to the six bullets and appeared right in front of her.
Pakunoda suddenly lashed out with a strike.
Bang!
Law effortlessly deflected it, countering in the same motion and dislocating her left shoulder.
Pakunoda grunted in pain and tried to retreat.
Law pressed his advantage, catching up to her with superior speed and dislocating her other shoulder before sweeping her legs out from under her.
In just a few exchanges, Pakunoda was subdued.
This scene played out right before the eyes of Chrollo and the others, who had just arrived.
Nobunaga, their close-combat specialist, charged forward… only to realize, awkwardly, that he was unarmed.
Meanwhile, Chrollo and Shalnark advanced toward Clover and Salin, while Franklin continued mowing down enemies on the field.
Even after being taken down, Pakunoda refused to yield. She lashed out with a kick aimed at Law's calf.
"Stay down."
Law countered with a kick to her abdomen, sending her sliding two or three meters across the ground, blood seeping from her lips.
He had held back, ensuring she wasn't critically injured… but Nobunaga, who was charging toward them, didn't know that. Veins bulged on his forehead as he glared coldly at Law.
Then, his expression slowly morphed into shock.
A familiar long sword had suddenly appeared in the bearded man's hand.
'That was… Shin?'