Chapter 239 Shadow Syndicate
Larry was perched up in the tree, staying as still as a statue. He knew the drill—mess up an assassination, and it’s game over for the assassin.
It was perfect timing to bring her over to his side.
Not too far off, Lyra was clutching her chest behind a big ol' tree, blood pouring out like a busted pipe.
She was hit bad, and it was clear she wasn’t gonna make it much longer.
Themasked man was following the blood trail, creeping closer until he was right by the tree Lyra was hiding behind.
"Lyra, you know the deal. Screw up, and you’re done. But you really blew it this time. You let them see your face. According to the rules, you gotta go."
Lyra stepped out from behind the tree, looking like a ghost.
"I’ve done so much for the organization. Just 'cause my mask came off, I gotta die? That was Black Dragon; taking him out is nearly impossible."
"Rules are rules," the guy said, cold as ice, raising his gun at her.
Out of nowhere, a silver needle zipped through the air, nailing the back of the masked guy’s head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Larry strolled over. Lyra glanced at him and then crumpled to the ground.
Larry knelt down, checking out her blood-soaked clothes. He ripped them open to reveal a nasty wound on her chest.
"You're lucky," he muttered.
A wire slipped out from his sleeve, snaking into her wound and yanking the bullet out.
Then, he pulled out a silver needle to stop the bleeding and patch her up.
He helped her sit up against the tree. Lyra’s face was as white as a sheet as she stared at Larry.
"Word is, Black Dragon’s a whiz with medicine. Guess I just saw it for myself."
She was blown away by his skills. He’d pulled out the bullet without even touching the wound—pretty slick.
"Why’d you save me?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Larry shrugged. "You play by the rules. You didn’t go after my wife Chloe to get to me. If you’d grabbed her and used her as leverage, you might’ve had a shot. But you didn’t."
"Really?"
Lyra was skeptical. As an assassin, there was a code—no messing with the target’s family.
It was her rule and the underworld’s rule. Break it, and you’re toast.
Larry eyed her curiously. "So, which outfit are you with?"
Lyra took a deep breath. After this mess, she couldn’t go back. They’d be gunning for her. She had nothing to lose.
"I’m Lyra, from the Shadow Syndicate, one of the top three assassins there."
"Shadow Syndicate?"
"Yeah," Lyra said. "It’s the most secretive assassin group out there, with operatives all over the world. They’re pros at training assassins."
Larry had been in the military for a decade, seen a lot of action, but assassin groups? Not his area.
He got curious. "I don’t know much about the top assassins in the Shadow Syndicate. So, from what you said, there are two others as good as you?"
"Sort of," Lyra nodded.
"Who are they?"
Lyra shook her head. "I don’t know. The Shadow Syndicate’s got this rule—masks are a must. I’ve never seen any of the other assassins’ real faces. Another rule is, once you take on a job, you gotta finish it. If you fail, you’re done. But that one’s kinda flexible. The third rule? If your mask comes off, you’re toast."
Larry looked at her, "So, what’s your plan now? You can’t go back to the Shadow Syndicate, and your contact’s dead. They’re gonna come after you. You’re in deep trouble."
Lyra shook her head again, looking lost.
Larry said, "I need an assistant. If you’re up for it, you can stick with me. I can’t promise forever, but I can keep you safe for now."
Lyra stared at him. "Aren’t you worried I’ll try to take you out and finish my mission?"
Larry smirked, "Depends if you’ve got the guts and the skills."
Lyra thought it over. She had nowhere else to go. It was either stick with Larry or die.
After a moment, she nodded, "Alright, I’m in."
Larry grinned. He pulled out his phone and called Valerian Hawthorne, the guy in charge of the thousand folks Larry had brought from Southwild.
These guys had been laying low in Sunset City, waiting for Larry’s orders.
"Larry," came an excited voice from the phone, "What’s the plan?"
Valerian and his crew had been in Sunset City for days without any word from Larry. Now that he was calling, Valerian was pumped.
Larry said, "Bring a car to Maple Grove Mansion and pick someone up."
"Got it."
Valerian got the order and started making moves.
Larry hung up and looked at Lyra. "Can you walk?"
Lyra struggled to her feet, sweat beading on her forehead, her face twisted in pain. She took a few shaky steps and said weakly, "I’m good."
Larry knew she was tough, a well-trained assassin with killer endurance. She’d been shot and lost a lot of blood, but the bullet was out. If she couldn’t even walk, she wasn’t worth keeping around.
Lyra glanced at the dead guy on the ground. She pulled out a small bottle and sprinkled some powder on the body. It ignited and quickly turned to ash.
Larry didn’t say a word and started walking, Lyra following behind.
They headed towards Maple Grove Mansion.
Meanwhile, Visionary was making his move. He used knockout gas to take out the security guards and cut the power.
With the power out, people started coming out of their rooms. But as soon as they stepped outside, they got hit with a sweet-smelling smoke and dropped unconscious.
After knocking everyone out, Visionary started looking for Larry. He couldn’t find him, just Chloe and Abigail.
"Where the hell is Larry?"
Visionary searched every room, kicking doors in frustration.
"Visionary, Chloe’s still here. He won’t go far. Let’s chill and wait. He’ll come back."
"Visionary, with all these babes around, why don’t we have some fun?"
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