17 Chapter 16 - A Group of Strangers in Uniform

Right under the dark shadow of the tall building in the capital. A group of people in black uniforms were sitting waiting for someone to arrive.

The total number is only about four people.

One of them was a man black hair with a hood covering his face, while the other was a man with dark red hair covered in wounds from all over his hands to his face.

He had an eerie expression with a wide smile that seemed to tear part of his lips. On the cheeks, there are white thread stitches in the form of an X in a row. While his eyes were dark with black stains under the eyes, his hands when moved showed the stitches starting to loosen due to the wound on the skin giving out a few drops of blood.

The blood that should have thickened with time, did not apply to the red-haired man. One scratch on the skin, will cause the blood to continue to flow without stopping.

Therefore, the red-haired man took the thread from his pocket and brought his hand to his lips. When the man's thread needle was bitten and thrust into the skin, he immediately moved his face to try to tie. Then when it's done, it makes it even more bloody. He mumbled something in an irritated tone.

"To hell with this stupid wound, should I line every inch of my hand with a thin thread? Really, it's something that makes my income go to waste on something useless."

While he continued to scoff at what had happened to him, his other comrades made comments.

"If you keep at it, I don't know how much more blood will come out," replied a black-haired man.

The hood that covered his face, only showed a small part from the mouth to the chin.

"Commander Martin Turner— oh, no. You're not a commander anymore. I hope your filthy mouth doesn't bother me while I'm trying to fix this annoying body problem," the red-haired man said.

"Watch your mouth Jack, Miss Rose's appointed commander might hear what you have to say."

"Miss Rose, Rose, Rose. Why is that woman so annoying sometimes," Jack said as he shook his head a few times.

Then Jack spread his arms and leaned back slightly like a bent leaf. His eyes could see the back where there was a group member currently staring at the gun in hand.

As the threads hanging from the skin dripped with blood, Jack then said.

"Billy, could you at least help by punching a hole in the head of that talkative ex-commander of yours? My ears start to bleed when I hear what he always says."

Hearing that, Billy just stared at the gun without taking a glance. He didn't seem to care what Jack said.

Realizing his efforts were futile, Jack returned to fix his body to its original position. While saying in a scornful tone—

"Useless, staring at that weird thing for hours without doing anything. How can you be called a good member of the organization?"

Seeing someone who only focused on the toys he had, made Jack squint. A pulse in his head from an unbearable annoyance, Jack then turned to the last person in his group.

"Master Weir, you are the only one I can talk to."

But like before, the last member also didn't care about what Jack said.

The man named Weir, had a face full of bandages that covered part of his eyes and part of his mouth. With the officer's hat on his head and the black uniform he wears, he looks like an emotional man who can shoot anyone he finds annoying.

Or that's what he would do, if his droopy eyes tried to look at someone.

Even so, for Jack personally only Mr. Weir could be considered a friend.

Then after a while, Jack spread his arms and looked up at the sky like someone trying to pray to god.

The pupil of the eye that looks up until only white color fills the eye. With a tongue that is longer than most people, he sticks out. At that moment, Jack said as he trembled as the sun's rays permeated body and soul.

"—Ooohh. Lieutenant Colonel Rose, can I kiss your hand and then smack your ass when this mission is over? I swear I will do it very gently."

After Jack finished and he felt a warm feeling in the body, Jack then corrected his body position.

Small sounds of bones that seemed to be breaking could be heard from Jack as he bent his wrists. Then, Jack looked at Mr Weir

"—Or so I'll say. How about it, Mr. Weir? Do you want to bet with me?"

Then, Lord Weir showed a reaction. His glazed eyes flickered for a moment, and he began to open his mouth.

A small voice was heard, it was a voice emitted from someone who barely had a voice. So low, and barely audible.

But to Jack, it was a beautiful voice that could never make his ears bleed.

"Bet with your life at stake. Looks like you have the confidence to win it. This is interesting, what kind of bet do you want to make?"

What Jack said, was actually something that was not at all forgivable. Immediately, he seemed to be standing up against the gallows without the slightest fear.

Ready to die at any moment and it won't be a problem. A picture of absolute conviction that Jack believed in well.

"Let's make a bet about the new commander that Miss Rose sent. I'm sure our new commander, is a man who likes to slash people with a smile on his face, or someone who sees massacres as nothing more than entertainment. How are you interested?"

He put Jack's index finger to his mouth, then he blew it while saying with his eyes wide with madness. It could even reveal some red veins that no one should be able to see.

"Of course, if I lose, I'll talk about spanking ass , right in front of Miss Rose herself. But if I win, I want you to give me half your monthly salary."

"Agreed," Weir replied in a low tone.

Then after a moment passed, the footsteps of leather shoes were heard. With a black shadow following each step, the commander then donned an officer's hat with the image of a golden eagle on it.

And it was Kai Bearwood currently wearing the Organization's official black uniform. White hair and purple eyes that now seem to shrink, let Kai greet his business partners with a friendly smile.

"Gentlemen, sorry for the long wait. I didn't think it would take me so long to reach the Capital. Once again, I am sorry."