#720 - Chapter 520 Assassination and Fighting

The atmosphere inside the conference room remained tense.

The heavy strategic plan on the table practically determined the future survival of many New Navy soldiers.

Each general was intensely discussing the next countermeasures, their eyes filled with an undeniable resolve.

However, this heavy atmosphere didn't last long.

Every footstep in the corridor, every slight tremor when passing through shadows, was under their control.

The leader was tall and sturdy, his steps light and rhythmic as he crossed one blind spot after another, his eyes fixed on what lay ahead.

He extended his right hand, made a subtle gesture, then turned and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

The others immediately dispersed, sneaking off in different directions.

The air seemed to suddenly freeze, time seemed to slow down at this moment, their goal clear and singular—enter the conference room and swiftly eliminate all targets.

Inside the New Navy base, patrolling soldiers continued their rounds, completely unaware of any anomalies.

A figure flashed across the empty corridor, then disappeared behind a door on the side, vanishing without a trace.

Another shadow glided through the darkness, its footsteps almost silent.

Every slight movement was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Inside the conference room, the discussion was still heated. Just as Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's words faded, several dark figures appeared simultaneously at the doorway.

"Swish..."

The lead assassin immediately approached a guarding soldier, his short blade striking quickly. Almost instantly, the soldier's throat was slit, blood spraying out and staining the ground red.

The soldier couldn't make a sound, and simply collapsed helplessly.

Instantly, the atmosphere inside the conference room changed.

A sense of oppression filled the air, and almost everyone felt that something was wrong.

The gazes of some of the generals suddenly became alert, but when they looked back, nothing had happened.

It wasn't until one general suddenly realized something and stood up:

"Someone—!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure darted towards him like lightning, a short blade plunged straight into his chest, blood splattering, the whole action seeming to freeze in time.

The general's eyes were filled with a mixture of astonishment and pain as his body instantly lost strength and he fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

The conference room door was thrown open violently, and several dark figures entered one after another, quickly and methodically beginning their task.

Another shadow used the sharpness of his short blade to instantly eliminate a guarding soldier, while more figures began to approach the center of the conference table.

Several generals' expressions changed drastically, and before they even had time to react, they were attacked and killed.

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama suddenly stood up, his eyes widening instantly as he realized what was happening.

His body almost instinctively leaped up, lunging towards a table on the side, smashing the window with a punch, trying to escape.

However, the shadows had already pressed in like wraiths, and he felt a chilling coldness approaching.

"Run! Get out of here!"

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's voice echoed in almost everyone's minds, but it was already too late.

Almost at the same moment, another figure descended like lightning from the ceiling, the blade piercing the neck of a general next to Vice Admiral Hoshuyama.

The New Navy generals instantly panicked, scattering and fleeing, but every step seemed to lead them into a vortex of death.

Their enemies were clearly well-trained, swift, and focused on their targets.

The shadows were eliminating everything in front of them while approaching the central command platform, their steps firm and ruthless.

As a sharp aura swept over, a flash of light cut through the air where Vice Admiral Hoshuyama had just been, creating a deadly gust of wind.

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's heart raced, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw an attacker approaching him.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly turned around, throwing a punch with thunderous force, directly shattering the attacker's line of attack.

However, this punch didn't completely stop the opponent, it only slowed him down slightly.

The atmosphere in the conference room quickly became even more tense, and as the enemies got closer and closer, almost all the generals felt a deep sense of crisis.

Everyone knew that their fate was now tied to these uninvited guests.

However, just then, another figure suddenly appeared, bursting through the obstacles with intense killing intent, launching a fierce counterattack against the assassins.

In this tense atmosphere, almost everyone felt the approach of death.

The air seemed to freeze, and the lights in the conference room seemed particularly glaring.

Some of the battle-hardened generals, although not panicking, could not hide the anxiety in their hearts.

The enemies at this moment were not ordinary assassins, but a group of powerful experts who had been through countless battles.

The shadows flickered like ghosts, their movements fast and precise, the blades almost instantly slicing through the air, making sharp whistling sounds.

With each swing of the blade, another New Navy general fell, blood spurting out and staining the entire conference room red.

Even these elites who had fought to the death on the battlefield could only watch helplessly as their comrades were struck down one by one, unable to react.

Just then, Vice Admiral Hoshuyama finally stood up.

His eyes flashed with the coldness of a veteran, like a burning flame, instantly causing the air to vibrate.

Although he was also injured, his determination had never been so firm.

The moment he stood up, his whole body erupted with power, as if the whole world was trembling beneath him.

His right hand clenched into a fist, the muscles on his knuckles tightening instantly, and he exuded a strong fighting spirit.

"Get out of the way!"

He roared, his voice deep and thunderous, carrying an undeniable force.

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's gaze was as cold as a knife, sweeping fiercely over the dark figures who were still approaching.

He didn't have time to think too much, no one could stop him.

For him, at this moment, there was only fighting and victory.

He suddenly rushed out, like a beast, pouncing on a shadow that was sneaking around.

When the assassin saw Vice Admiral Hoshuyama attacking, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and he quickly reacted, the dagger in his hand flashing a cold light as he met Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's chest.

However, how could Vice Admiral Hoshuyama be someone who was so easily hit?

"Bang!"

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's fist carried a terrifying force, striking straight like a wind-breaking arrow.

There was a violent shock in the air, and the assassin's dagger was blown away by a powerful force before it could even touch him, landing in the distance.

Then Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's fist struck the assassin's abdomen like thunder, instantly blasting him away, sending him crashing to the ground.

The assassin spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of astonishment, obviously not expecting the enemy in front of him to have such a powerful force.

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama didn't give him a chance to breathe, and suddenly turned around, pouncing on another shadow.

This action was simply lightning fast, and his fist directly slammed into the shoulder of the assassin who was preparing to attack Garp from behind.

The assassin almost didn't have time to react, and seeing the fist approaching, he only felt an abnormal fluctuation in the surrounding airflow.

When he looked back, he saw Vice Admiral Hoshuyama's fist, carrying the force of a storm, smashing directly into the assassin's shoulder.

The assassin couldn't dodge and was instantly knocked back, crashing into the wall, spitting out blood, and losing his ability to resist.

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama gasped for breath, his eyes still maintaining that coldness.

He looked around and saw that there were still other assassins gradually approaching.

Although their skills were extremely extraordinary, his blood was boiling at this moment.

Faced with such a strong enemy, his heart calmed down instead.

After so many years of fighting, Vice Admiral Hoshuyama was no longer the fanatic who only knew how to exert his strength, but a calmer and more rational warrior.

He understood that only the greatest strength could win this life-and-death duel.

He stood there, like a god of war, swallowing thousands of miles, completely deterring the enemies in front of him.

Blood and sweat dripped from his forehead, but he remained unmoved, as if he was no longer afraid of death.

"Come on, let's see who is stronger!"

Vice Admiral Hoshuyama roared, his voice shaking the earth.

At the same time, Garp's figure also leaped up, throwing a punch that directly smashed the head of an attacker, blood splattering everywhere.

Seeing this, the other generals also resumed their actions and raised their weapons to fight back.

The entire conference room seemed to be on the verge of an earth-shattering battle.

Everyone knew that life and death had been decided, and the only thing they could do was to fight with all their might.

The assassins didn't seem to expect the New Navy to be so tenacious, and their actions were in a temporary stalemate.

Faced with these naval elites who had aroused their fighting spirit, even the strongest assassins began to feel a trace of unease.

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