Chapter 1937 Too Easy?

1937 Too Easy?

"Quickly! This way!" "He's getting away!"

The police remained in hot pursuit and the media with their itching ears somehow got the school on the matter too. Hahahahahaha~

Larkstar was in a good mood. Larkstar had to thank Baymard for its freeness when circulating information. From the maps to even the creation of the Internet, they have allowed him and his group to gather information faster than normal. Reaching the alleyway, Larkstar vanished in a twinkle of an eye, knowing he was about to be the first Assassin to succeed in a SSS-class mission involving Baymard.

But little did he know that not all information one sees on the internet,... was true.

Swish! The group jumped, ducked, slid, crawled and advanced in all ways they could. And the fact that the guards still acted the same way they typically did without any change, gave the group more confidence in their skills. 'Hmph! What a bunch of wastes!' Many of these men, inwardly taunted. These Baymardians rely too much on their technology, underestimating the great minds of killers like them. What's so hard in studying and understanding the movements surrounding these so-called surveillance cameras? These men secretly raised their chests high, slipping and sliding through the spaces between each building until they reached a targeted building they planned to attack. Just then, they witnessed the massive Hanger doors slant and open wide, revealing an enormous vast space within. And from afar, they could already spot several sleek transport planes. Eh! What was this? "Alright guys!" One Baymardian in Blue worker jumper came out from the hanger and waved to the guards at the far end. "Guys, I'm the last one out! As usual, keep the doors open for at least 4 hours so that the work I did there can dry out!!" The worker yelled loudly, waving to the guards very, very far away. "No problem, Benjy! You can go home now!!... And happy holidays!!"

... That was how the conversation went, cashing the men hidden away to smile. They were just wondering how they would sneak into the hangar and steal a chopper, but who knew that even mother Luck herself was by their side? But although they have been cocky lately, they must ensure they can successfully get into the hangers without being noticed. After all, the hangar's doors are facing the guards. The 2nd in command nodded at his men, who in turn took in deep breaths before moving out. Swish! The air whistled, but no one was around to hear it. The cameras moved, but the men avoided them with vigilance. And then, all of them successfully entered the hangar every second the guards turned their faces away. 'Amazing!' Several of them looked at the many majestic and sturdy aircrafts with greed. If possible, they would love to take them all away. One has to see it, to believe it. "Whitebrow, can you believe your eyes?" one of them murmured, finding himself in a fantasy world. Yes, to him, being surrounded by so many godly aircrafts was indeed a fantasy. What hot-blooded man who's got blood coursing through his veins would not want to own this all? Tsk. These Baymardians sure knew how to create miracles. It was no wonder they got the help of the many UN empires to keep sending soldiers to Baymard to protect the place. Several people's eyes enlarged like baseball's when advancing towards the towering machines around them. They had to admit that from afar, these aircrafts really looked smaller. Only when one goes close enough does one know how mighty they are. .

"Which one do we take?" The man called Whitebrow questioned. He was called Whitebrow because from birth, his brows have always been white, despite his blond hair. "That one." The second in command answered, pointing to the moderate sized aircraft with 3 propellers: 1 at its nose, and 2 on its sides.

But just when they were about to advance further, the hangar's door suddenly closed at a phenomenal rate and everyone's pupils suddenly dilated, knowing something was off. Bah!~ All the lights in the very back of the hangar came on, and now... the group realized there were over 200 guards sitting, leaning and relaxing inside with slight smiles on their lips. "Well now... don't mind little old us... go on, take the aircraft. We DARE YOU." "_"