Two days later, Region 2 remained under lockdown as authorities continued their intensive search for the individual responsible for the assassination.
Normally, this case wouldn't attract much attention, but the Chamber of Commerce's top leaders demanded action from the local government.
Vincent's death severely damaged the Chamber's reputation since they pride themselves on their power and invulnerability.
Losing someone like him makes them look weak and could make other members doubt their strength, especially now that another big rival organization was trying to challenge them.
Given the seriousness of the situation, many officials and political figures in Green Valley found themselves in precarious positions, especially the governor
"Damn it! I can't believe something like this would happen just after I took over," Johnson, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard, roared in anger, nearly tipping his desk before realizing it was too heavy.
"If I had known this would happen, I would have never agreed to take over in the first place," he muttered in frustration, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
"It's that incompetent fool's fault, that bastard. I'll make sure to get someone to take care of him and his family," he spat out, the memory of the previous Governor David enough to darken his mood even more.
He calmed himself down and leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to double-check the reports again.
In his hand, he held his glasses, and his other hand massaged his forehead as he stared at the documents spread out on his desk.
"I need updates on the lockdown status," Johnson called out to his female assistant, who hurriedly entered the room with a folder in hand.
"Sir, the search are ongoing, but there's been no progress in locating the suspect," the assistant reported with a tone of concern.
Johnson nodded grimly. "We can't afford to let this drag on. The Chamber won't tolerate any more delays."
As he reviewed the reports, he couldn't shake the feeling that his every move was being scrutinized, not just by the Chamber but by the public as well.
His decisions now would shape his tenure and define his future.
At this rate, finding the culprit looked impossible, so he felt compelled to take drastic action to salvage the situation.
"Contact the police commissioner and tell them I want to discuss something with him," he ordered.
Yes, Governor," the assistant nodded, then quickly left the room.
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Inside the hotel room, Reign spent the past two days doing nothing but sleeping.
He had been in a foul mood, tempted at times to check on Cyril in the adjacent room, but always stopping himself.
They cornered the culprit in a hotel, but it made a desperate attempt to escape.
He moved really fast, wielding his two deadly daggers and leaving a trail of blood to whoever tried to face him.
As he ran through streets, police officers tried to stop him.
With quick and deadly movements, he cut through the officer's defenses, leaving a deep, bloody wound on their chest, and instantly killing them.
Some hunters tried to attack together, thinking they could overpower the culprit.
Sadly, their plan failed miserably.
The hunters were quickly struck down, their necks sliced as if they were made of tofu.
They collapsed instantly, paying a heavy price for underestimating their opponent.
"There's no doubt about it, we have the right man. This guy is the one who attacked Pantheon," one of the hunters declared, after seeing their target's combat ability.
Not just anyone could move so fast like that.
"He's heading east! Don't let him escape!" shouted by one personnel as they began their chased.
"Be careful, he is really strong. I can't believe he managed to kill so many military officers in such a short amount of time," commented one hunter, surveying the numerous bodies strewn across the ground.
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Another Explosions reverberated in the distance, heightening the urgency of the situation as they closed in on their target.
One by one, additional teams of hunters joined alongside military personnel in vehicles.
Above, helicopters swarmed the area, maintaining a vigilant watch from the skies.
Surrounded on all sides, the culprit finally found himself trapped amidst a storm of gunfire and explosions.
"Let's end this !" Armed with their katanas and breathing techniques, the hunters began coordinating for a stronger attack, forcing their target to be on the defensive.
Meanwhile, the military had begun using rocket launchers, unleashing a nonstop assault.
The air filled with the acrid scent of burning debris and the deafening roar of explosions as the battle continues.
Military forces went all out, relentlessly bombing a single spot, while hunters skilled in fire breathing techniques united to obliterate the enemy into ashes.
In just under a minute, when the dust and flames subsided, the only remnants left were traces of the power suit.
'It's finally over,' they thought to themselves, relieved that the culprit was now dead.