Chapter 102 - [56]

Akuma frowned upon receiving Lady Bullseye's call, but just to be safe he strolled around. He was hiding on the second floor outside the room where the meeting was taking place. Using his training, hiding in the shadows, he made a full circle without getting noticed by anyone. He was the ultimate ninja. With nimble movements he finished his strolling duty.

He too, like Lady Bullseye, went through various experiments gaining superhuman reflexes and a near perfect camouflage ability.

While others had worn formal suits, Akuma stayed in his ninja outfit. Which consist of a black buttonless shirt, black trousers, a utility belt, gloves that covered his fingers and a scarf that covered his face. His head was also covered with an attached hood from his shirt. Even though the clothes looked normal it was made with special fabric that could take a lot of damage.

After making a full round in the location, he called Lady Bullseye again, "Everything is normal. You are just over-thinking things." He said.

"Oh… Okay," she said. "Ah… Could you say hi to Lady Deathstrike for me."

Akuma rolled his eyes at the comment, "This isn't the time for this shit…" suddenly something clicked in his head. Even though he double checked the restaurant, he couldn't find Lady Deathstrike, she wasn't a person who would just leave her post and that long at that.

"I will get back soon." He said cutting the com off. Hiding in the shadows, using his camouflage ability, he strolled the place and found something very disturbing. It wasn't only Lady Bullseye that was missing, Arthur Perry and a few other individuals were missing too. All of them had one thing in common, in one way or another they were super-powered individuals. He didn't want to make any commotion.

His first priority was to secure the two Hand council members, just to be safe he called Lady Bullseye and informed her of the situation. Or so he tried, the call wasn't getting through, the communications were jammed. This was bad, he needed to secure the council members.

He stormed off towards the second floor, not minding the curious and cautious glances he got, some even recognized him and started to follow him.

He didn't mind as his first priority was to check on the council members. Jumping through the stairs, he became horrified when he saw bodyguards laying on the ground, dead, maybe, he didn't know. But he was right, someone did attack.

Slamming the door, he was expecting a group of elites yet he saw a single figure wearing civilian black clothes. A dead body in the room, as the individual's sword was buried inside the dead man's back.

Akuma unsheathed his swords, while the rest of the people in the room were cautiously looking at the unknown figure.

The man had worn a black leather jacket with black jeans, he had a thin build. Coupled with his light brown skin, abyss-black hair and grey eyes he looked sharp with a sword in one hand he was looking at the remaining Hell-Fire club member.

"Well, this is bad." Muttered the man, as he rested his sword on his shoulder, smiling he looked over to Akuma.

Akuma was well accustomed to this simile, this was the same smile a hunter showed before killing his prey. He didn't know what it was about this man, but all of his instincts screamed in terror, for him to run away.

A few minutes earlier

Looking inside the room, he was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect to see 'him' again. 'Well… well… well… My luck isn't all bad. So he was the fifth member.' Then again it didn't matter, in a way it was good, he will also have another enemy down in his bucket list. But his first priority was the red mutant.

He needed to be prepared and taking out the guards would be his first task. Still in his invisible form, Max took out a few bead-size spherical objects from his dimensional pocket. These things hadn't been tested yet, but there's no better day than today.

Activating the small bead-sized machines, Max held them to a wall. The machinery turned into small silver spiders, these were different from his previous versions. As the spiders crawled along the walls they mixed with the white walls turning invisible. Max was confident in his tech, so he walked to the door, slipping inside from the door crack.

Still crawling, the small mechanical bugs jumped from the walls, latching on to the black-uniformed body-guards. They slipped their way through their shirt collars, jumping onto their neck, pushing their mechanical arms into their flesh.

At the same time all eight of the body guards felt a prick on their neck, before they blacked out, falling on the floor.

Max, who was inside the room saw the red-mutant, he wasn't going to take any chances. Breathing in a gust of wind, he fired several bullets (from his mouth) on to the red-mutant, as some of the bullets hit Azazel on the head, he was unable to teleport. This attack would have been enough to kill normal men, but Azazel was far from that.

Azazel felt pain and anger but mostly was horrified when he felt a sharp cold object penetrating from his back, digging into his heart.

The unknown assassin had pinned down Azazel on the steel round table.Azazel felt his heart getting torn due to the blade, but was still hopeful. He had survived even greater wounds but still survived to tell the tales.

But then he felt a jolt of electricity running through his body, he felt pain, agony and torment. But mostly he felt terror when he recognized that this was no ordinary lightning. He felt every fiber of his being getting scorched, this, for a nephilim demon like him, was his worst nightmare. This was divine lightning. Azazel didn't know his life would end this way. As his screams died down, into a gurgle, he passed away. Not seeing the assassin's face.

As the body was scorched with dark~black lightning, smoke came out of it. As a disgusting odor assaulted their nose. Azazel's body was burnt black, whatever the black lightning was, it wasn't good for Emma and the rest of the council members.

Emma, who was sitting near Azazel, had long ago backed away to one of the room's corners. She was in her diamond form, looking at the assassin she couldn't figure out who he was.

It couldn't be the Black Panther, one of his associates maybe. She didn't know but she was afraid. Even before she was in her diamond form, she tried to read his mind. But was physically blocked. The assassin knew about her powers. She didn't see any helmet like the one Magneto wore, but felt the same type of resistance whenever she tried to peer into Magneto's mind. Luckily one of the Hand's bodyguards was here, and from the shouting that came from beneath, the rest of them were alerted.

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