The Universe Is Innately Just 142 A Masked Deception Part Three

With their fluid formation that had been sharpened through dozens of fights, and armed with rifles and other projectile base weapon, they advanced through the building while ravaging whoever met their pa.s.sage. They began moving from floors to floors and cleaned them as they retook Filthy Jade Palace from the hands of the vultures. After a dozen minutes, another few layers of blood were added to the walls as Blank-Faced Joe and his team finished killing all the a.s.sailants in their current floor.

They had been fighting together for years, and the a.s.sailants were only lowly punks that attacked Filthy Jade Place when they learned that six of the seven generals were dead. Their formation was rough and, compared to Blank-Face Joe's team, they were toddlers with toys in their hands. Blank-Faced Joe stepped through the staircase that led to the last floor; his team followed closely behind him was covering any possible angle where they could be attacked from.

After a few seconds filled with tension, their steps finally took them on the last floor, where they met one last round of a.s.sailants. Screens of bullets flew through the air as they fell on their opponents with heaven's might; technology had turned humanity's already deadly weapon even more powerful and precise. Very few guns like this one in the hands of Blank-Faced Joe was filled with alien technology, making it dozens of time more powerful than the ones in his subordinates' hands.

The leader of the a.s.sailants was the same, and in his arms was a cubic shaped metallic sh.e.l.l. In the middle of the gunfire rampage, he aimed it randomly toward Blank-Faced Joe's crew and fired it. A blinding light escaped from the empty socket in the front of the gun, followed by the complete disappearance of any noise that came from the floor. A shockwave shook the building with the might of an earthquake followed by the reappearance of sound. An absurd tinnitus took over the ears of everyone in the room, and a few who didn't have protection in their ears could be seen bleeding from their ears with a dumbfounded face. They hadn't even been touched directly by the weapon, but the aftershock was still severe as their minds had been shocked still by the a.s.sault to their senses. As for the place where the cubic shaped weapon had been fired, it had simply turned into a mess of burned material and mushed bodies. Under the high temperature beam, their bodies had turned into a mixture of bones and innards where nothing could be made apart.

A horrid smell a.s.saulted Richard's nose as he saw the cubic shaped weapon point toward his location, the rifle in his hands was raised toward it, and a bullet pierced through the air and crossed the distance between them in an instant. It hit the empty socket of the mysterious weapon, but his gun lacked the strength to severely damage it and only made a dent in it. His finger moved another time as he hit the trigger as he saw the man aim again toward him, due to his stress, he missed the man's face by a small margin. He panicked as his mind was filled with the image of what his body would turn into if he got hit by it, and he tried to shoot again. Unfortunately he heard his rifle produce a sound that sank his heart to oblivion, in the middle of the stressful event his rifle jammed at the worst part. He prepared his heart as he saw the scene in slow motion; suddenly, a loud gunshot resounded through the room before the man with the mysterious rifle fell on the ground. A tennis ball sized hole could be seen on his face where his nose should have been, Blank-Faced Joe had acted in the last moment as he saw his man's weapon jam and cleanly finished the man who owned the alien weapon.

After losing their main means of survival, the a.s.sailants were swiftly dealt with as Blank-Faced Joe's and his team rained bullets on them. They tried to hold their position as they hid behind desks and flipped tables. But the density of the material they hid behind didn't last long under the constant shooting, and before long, the final floor was wiped clean from any human being beside Blank-Faced Joe and his team. He didn't bother keeping one of them alive as he clearly knew who they were; as the general who dealt with selling information as a trade, he had recognized one of the hoodlums and knew they were just random thugs who had a.s.sembled together to loot the dying Filthy Jade Palace.

The hotel had been turned into a shooting arena, and not even an inch of a wall didn't have a mark from the battle that had just happened. Blank-Faced Joe couldn't help but let a silent sigh escape from his lips. He quietly looked at the place he had built with his comrades. After a few seconds pa.s.sed, he killed the last bit of reminiscence that welled in his heart before moving on. His steps took him toward the final location of their trip, and before long he found himself standing in front of a large grey colored door. It was made of a strengthened alloy and had resisted numerous attempts of bombing through its life. In fact, if one took down the walls surrounding the door, they would notice that the door was linked to a construct made of the same alloy.