The Conspiracy of the Elites

Chapter 380: the radan captain got robbed

Even without needing Clarks reminder, Albert and the 5 assassins already knew better to begin running for their life. As soon as he clashed with the Radan Captain, they all swiftly scurried away.

Seeing that 6 of the assassins were already escaping and that the one standing before him refused to reply to his question, the Radan Captains face darkened in fury.

Before he could attack, Clark rushed closer and attacked first as his 2 swords left afterimages behind, rapidly striking at his face.

He was not a weakling so he was able to hold his ground, but this was in exchange for his previous unstoppable dignity that he had when he just came.

The force accompanying the assassins strikes kept pushing him back which was shocking.

This is not Drake. He deduced immediately. So, who is this?

As Clark attacked with his swords, his eyes were always on his surrounding as he keenly observed the elite group of soldiers who accompanied the captain and were in the process of surrounding him.

Captain Drake already gave him detailed information about this Radan captains fighting style and all, so he was able to devise the best strategy to tie him down the easiest way.

Bzzz!

Feeling the tiny electric sparks, he immediately jumped to the side though hes not seen it yet, narrowly dodging the shot from the Radan Captains electric rifle.

During the process of dodging, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that his student and the other assassins already escaped, so he immediately switched to plan B.

The already irritated captain swiped wide with his spear again, but his eyes suddenly narrowed as the suspicious assassin disappeared before him.

An exotic stealth armor.

He first felt surprised when he came to this conclusion as even his superior did not have such a stealth armor that his scanner could not detect, then he felt suspicious, before finally feeling alarmed.

Form a circular blockade!

He yelled an order immediately at his subordinates while feeling like he was being toyed with. Urged by this treatment, he no longer held back as he activated his battle art the next moment.

Like a raging tiger, he started hacking at the surroundings with his spear tyrannically. The air felt like it would crack the next moment as his powerful blows repeatedly hit the surroundings, yet this was not enough to elicit a response.

In just 30 seconds after he started, he calmed down again as he was more or less sure that the assassin already escaped.

Trying hard to suppress his anger, he suddenly heard a sound that surprised him. A sound of a machine gun battering at opponents, and a sound of commotion which could only be induced by battle.

He didnt escape?

Without even thinking, he rushed out immediately but what he saw only left him feeling more anger.

The assassin was nowhere to be seen, but bullets kept emerging from the shadows and wiping his soldiers out at a visible speed. Almost every second, a soldier died to the precise shots from the invisible opponent who could not be seen.

Ahh!

Blinded by rage and humiliation now, the captain rushed forward with his spear in his right hand while his rifle was still in his left shooting out consecutively.

He tried to control his shots not to hit his subordinates, but the movements of the invisible assassin left him no choice but to follow him, hitting his subordinates in the process.

When being hit by an invisible assassin that you cannot retaliate against, and suddenly your superior starts hitting you too, what do you do? Escape for your life.

This was exactly what the soldiers did, they were not ready to throw away their lives so meaninglessly so they had to grope for the only alternative for survival that was available.

As the soldiers broke ranks, more commotion came to the battlefield as the team leaders found it harder to control the magnitude of the chaos.

5 minutes later, Clark got the latest news from his comm.

We are out already, do not take the rail route, it has been blocked.

Affirmative.

Amid the chaos that was still on because of the chaotic escape of the Radan soldiers, the mysterious machine gunshots finally stopped, bringing temporary peace to the already spooked Radan soldiers.

This was when the basic discipline of a soldier finally came back to them. They stopped, looking blankly at their still raging Captain and their dead comrades who littered the ground with their corpses.

The physical injuries that they received were trivial at this moment, the psychological injuries from what just happened were what really tormented them.

What type of enemy is that?

Besides the laboratory building that was already demolished by the shots from the hovering helicopters stood a middle-aged soldier.

His vision felt blurry as he looked on at the destruction wrath by this single assassination attempt. Seeing his comrades lying dead on the floor, he felt an urge to yell at the skies in frustration.

Thinking of the circumstances and extreme conditions that they had to go through while still being made to undergo such dangerous missions, he felt like going crazy immediately.

Putting all his intense emotional fluctuations together, they all devolved to a single question in his mind.

When did the old warriors club have such powerful experts?

As a 2nd rank high-grade soldier, he knew more things than most of the soldiers who only knew the basic information about this freedom-fighting club.

He knew that the club had no expert as powerful and versatile as the one he faced today.

Thinking of the black-dressed assassin, with the codename of 10 attached to his headband, he just felt goosebumps crawling underneath his skin.

As he thought, he suddenly stiffened as real goosebumps started creeping under his skin. A sharp dagger was placed to his neck from behind, his neck was already bleeding slightly from the sharpness of the dagger.

What made him alarmed was that he didnt know when this assassin arrived behind him. A lot of thoughts went through his mind as he immediately matched this assassin with the code number 10.

Who are you?

You dont need to know that. All you need to do is to keep quiet and follow me, I promise you that you will be safe.

A lot of thoughts went through his mind immediately on hearing this, after going through a fierce mental battle he finally sighed.

Ok.

The Radan Captain looked at the scene of destruction before him with pure anger and hatred emanating from him. His facial muscles twitched repeatedly, evident of his rapidly fluctuating emotions.

How was he able to evade the scanner?

Thinking of this, he suddenly patted his military trousers but his expression darkened further the next moment.

He frantically searched for a few more seconds before the realization finally came to him, he closed his eyes with a pained expression as his facial muscles twitched again.

The assassin stole the scanning device without him knowing.

Perhaps, to the assassin, his rage for the last few minutes made him look like a clown. He thought he was playing the game, but he was not even in the game.