Martial Arts System

Chapter 415 - Masked Assailant

\'\'Go check it out!\'\' Marshall screamed at his subordinate, who reluctantly nodded.

The subordinate slowly walked toward the slightly ajar door.

He grabbed his gun from the holster and removed the safety.

With the edge of the gun, he opened the door swiftly and put his exposed finger on the metallic trigger.

In front of him, a dimly lit hallway became visible with a passed out Police Officer on the floor.

A frown found its way to his forehead.

\'\'What the heck?\'\' He glanced behind him and saw Marshall motioning for him to move forward.

\'\'Gulp…\'\' The subordinate shook his head, \'Stop being baby, there is no one here.\'

He entered the hallway and crouched in front of the Police Officer, who was lying on the ground with dead-looking eyes and a red mark on his forehead.

He tried to shake him awake but received no reaction from the Police Officer like he was an emotionless doll, making him remember the faceless puppets that always haunted him at night.

\'\'WATCH OUT!\'\' Marshall\'s panicked shout came from the manufacturing room, and his subordinate didn\'t even have time to react.

*Bam!*

The subordinate lifelessly fell to the ground with a swift strike to the neck.

Ichiro fixed his mask, covering every inch of his face. In front of his eyes, the lethal-looking gun was innocently lying on the ground.

However, he only glimpsed at it for a second before entering the large room.

\'\'ATTACK!\'\' Marshall didn\'t wait for the masked man to do anything; instead of ordering every henchmen of his to attack.

Dozen or so Police Officers grabbed their guns and aimed toward the sudden attacker. However, they only blinked once, and the masked man was gone!

They looked around the manufacturing room but saw nothing.

\'\'ABOVE!\'\' Marshall\'s scream was loud and clear.

The Police Officers, without further ado, aimed toward the ceiling and started firing their guns.

*BANG!*

Marshall covered his ears and looked at the ceiling made of metallic texture getting assaulted by hundreds of bullets.

He was rather anxious about whether the sound attracted anyone from the Police Station, but remembering them being 100 feet underground gave him some reliability.

The Police Officers kept firing their guns. However, they haven\'t heard a sound of a scream, or any sound in that matter, except the loud sound of a gun firing that silenced everything.

*THUD!*

Suddenly, a male Police Officer fell to the ground with a lifeless look on his middle-aged face.

Marshall and everyone else were utterly shocked.

They only managed to catch a glimpse of the masked assailant before he disappeared again.

*THUD!*

*THUD!*

More and more Police Officers fell down on the ground with similar looks.

Marshall anxiously looked around him, \'I can\'t see him! Where did someone like him appear?!\'

He knew that if he couldn\'t see someone, that person must be either specialized in speed or stronger than him!

After witnessing another Police Officer falling down on the ground with a lifeless face, he knew he had to do something.

He quickly ran up the metallic stairs and reached his office, which could be used to oversee the whole manufacturing room.

There were machinations, with windows that showed the whole manufacturing room in its fullest glory.

The machinations had hundreds of buttons, blinking lights, wires, and beeping sounds.

Marshall glanced outside the window and noticed there were only half of the Police Officers left!

\'\'Damn!\'\' He locked the door and sat down on the comfy seat; however, he didn\'t have time to relax.

*Tap*

Like hundreds of times before, he knew exactly what to press.

Marshall\'s hands raced with fingers pressing dozens of different buttons.

On the screens, a row of texts started appearing.

[Activating…]

[Activating…]

[10…]

[9…]

\'\'Hurry up!\'\' Marshall glanced towards his subordinates and grimaced after seeing that only three remained!

[6…]

[5…]

He witnessed another Police Office falling down on the ground from the window.

[4…]

[3…]

Marshall stood up and saw the last remaining Police Officer anxiously looking around him, debating where he should shoot.

However, he couldn\'t do anything after a sudden kick landed on his nape.

\'\'Ugh!\'\' With tongue swaying outside his mouth, he fell to the ground.

The masked assailant turned around and looked straight at Marshall.

However, Marshall grinned after hearing the sound he was waiting for.

*Ding* *Ding*

[0…]

[Activated!]

*Tap*

He pressed the largest button and heard the sound of mechanical gears turning.

Ichiro frowned and perked up his ears after the sudden noise.

*CRACK!*

The metallic caskets were ripped open by the faceless puppets.

Hundreds of puppets were soon freed from their prison.

\'\'Attack!\'\' Marshall screamed at the microphone.

The puppets turned their heads with robotic movements until they noticed the masked man.

Their limbs started moving with slow and lagged movements. However, they moved rapidly, crossing the distance to the masked man in mere seconds.

The fastest faceless puppet did a movement that had been programmed into his whole being.

It was a bare bunch with a twisted waist and stretched arm.

Even though it seemed essential, it had enough strength to kill an ordinary human with a single strike.

Unfortunately for them, Ichiro wasn\'t an ordinary human.

\'\'True Iron Style, Iron Predator!\'\' His hand moved way faster than the faceless puppets could ever manage.

*Grab*

His claw-like hand grabbed the faceless puppet from its throat.

The faceless puppet\'s punch was interrupted, even though it was only an inch away from hitting.

Marshall, who was watching, noticed their manufacturing business\'s big flaw.

Their lack of programming skills.

The faceless puppet couldn\'t think like a human.

After his punch was interrupted, he didn\'t know what to do.

His arm was only stretched forwards without any intention of doing anything else.

Ichiro crushed the throat and destroyed the material the puppets were made from.

\'\'No…\'\' Marshall gulped and looked at the exit of the manufacturing room.

It was the door where the masked man came from.

The manufacturing room had another flaw; there was only one entrance and no other way out.

He never thought that someone would be attacking them, which made his current peril very dire.