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The warehouse was engulfed in a searing inferno, the sound of explosions echoing like thunder, shaking the night sky. The initial blast ignited the firearms and explosives within, and as the weaponry continued to detonate, the flames and shockwaves intensified. Each explosion seemed to tear the air apart, with orange-red flames consuming the structure, reaching skyward while thick smoke billowed up, obscuring the stars above.
The epicenter of the explosions was unrecognizable. The debris of the warehouse mingled with bodies, shredded by the immense force of the blasts. Dispersed body parts and twisted metal fragments served as silent wails, adding a final bloody note to this total annihilation. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning flesh, as if this space was conducting a final reckoning for all its past sins.
Mark stood in a nearby alley, arms crossed, coldly observing the hellish scene before him. A slight smile crept onto his lips, revealing a sense of satisfaction. The glow of the flames illuminated his face, sharpening his icy gaze. To him, this destructive spectacle was not chaos but a form of ultimate order; only by completely erasing his enemies from this world could he feel a moment of relief.
Suddenly, a voice crackled through his earpiece—Cat 199's voice, tinged with dissatisfaction: "Damn it, Lord Mark, this explosion is way too exaggerated! I can’t see anything now! All the nearby cameras are blown out; it’s just a black screen—this is ridiculous!"
Hearing this made Mark's smile deepen. He let out a soft snort, his tone dripping with sarcasm: "What can I say? Such a beautiful sight isn’t meant for people like you." His gaze remained fixed on the burning ruins, his voice carrying an undeniable sense of superiority.
"Only I can truly enjoy such beauty," Mark added quietly, his tone cold and resolute. His eyes were glued to the sea of flames, as if they were incinerating all his anger and frustration within.
In the distance, the sea lay shrouded in darkness; a gentle night breeze carried the warmth of smoldering embers and the scent of gunpowder. Mark stood at the boundary between night and flame, quietly savoring this scene of destruction.
As the fire blazed fiercely against the night sky, Mark took one last look at the inferno before turning away without hesitation. He knew that such a violent explosion would surely disturb nearby residents; soon enough, someone would come to investigate—police, firefighters, or other unknown forces. None of that mattered to him; he simply knew it was time to leave.
He quickened his pace through the narrow alleyway towards where he had parked. In the darkness, his figure moved like a ghost—each step steady and swift. His mind remained calm as he contemplated his next move when suddenly an odd thought crossed his mind: "Next time I should come here to eat some seafood; I feel like this place has decent scenery."
Just as he entertained this thought, Cat 199's voice chimed in again through his earpiece, laced with laziness and mischief: "Meow, Lord Mark, I have to remind you about something—the seafood there isn’t great at all!" He chuckled before continuing, "The fish here have been polluted beyond recognition. Last time I had salmon nearby, I saw that it had three pairs of eyes—one pair even grew on its belly! Can you imagine how disgusting that looked? Ugh!"
Mark paused slightly at these words; his expression darkened a bit. After a moment of silence, he coldly replied with a hint of irritation: "How do you know what I'm thinking? What’s going on with you?"
Cat 199 laughed even more joyfully on the other end of the line, satisfaction evident in his tone: "Oh come on, Lord Mark! Your thoughts are so easy to guess! After completing a mission like this, you always think about strange things to distract yourself—am I wrong? I just… happened to guess right!"
Mark let out a cold snort, his brows slightly furrowed, a hint of displeasure flickering in his eyes. He muttered under his breath, "You're such a creep."
Cat 199 showed no signs of anger; instead, he laughed even more joyfully. "Thank you for the compliment, meow~ But, Lord Mark, I'm just trying to help you! If you really go eat seafood there, I guarantee you'll end up with a stomachache, meow~" His voice was filled with mischievous delight.
Mark ignored the taunts and continued walking forward, his pace quick and steady. The night breeze blew in from the harbor, carrying a faint fishy odor mixed with the lingering warmth of burning flames. He headed toward where he had parked, feeling a mix of frustration and sarcasm toward this mysterious contact.
Reaching his car, Mark took a deep breath of the cool sea air before roughly yanking open the door. Once seated in the driver's seat, he placed his firearm on the passenger seat and coldly stated, his voice laced with clear threat, "Cat 199, if I find out where you live, I will seriously rip your head off."
Immediately, Cat 199's voice came through the earpiece, feigning a pitiful tone. "Meow meow meow, Lord, don't be so fierce~ I didn't mean it... um, wait, actually I did mean it!" The last part was delivered with a mocking tone and a mischievous grin as if he were challenging Mark's limits.
"You bastard!" Mark seethed with anger, his brows knitted tightly as his fingers unconsciously drummed on the steering wheel. He took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the urge to smash the earpiece into pieces. Yet visions of torturing Cat 199 began to invade his mind—like tying him to a chair and forcing him to listen to Mark's most hated music or tossing him into a burning warehouse to let him experience what tonight's thugs had in store.
"I really want to tear you apart," Mark whispered through clenched teeth, his voice chilling.
Cat 199 could sense his fury but seemed unfazed; instead, he laughed even more heartily. "Oh dear, Lord Mark, you look so angry! It's quite amusing, meow~ But I think our collaboration is going very well, right?"
Mark's expression darkened as he coldly started the engine; the car's low rumble echoed in the silent harbor. He replied quietly, "Collaboration? Ha! Don't dream about it. I've already asked Twilight Alliance several times to replace you as my secret intermediary, but they haven't responded once and just keep shoving you at me." His tone was filled with dissatisfaction toward Twilight Alliance's efficiency and profound disdain for Cat 199.
"Oh dear meow~ That's because they know no one is better suited to pair with you than I am!" Cat 199 continued to tease without a care for Mark's complaints. "Besides, Lord Mark, aren't you also unable to leave me? This partnership is fate's arrangement, meow~"
Mark couldn't be bothered to respond further; he pressed down on the accelerator, and the car jolted forward before speeding away from the harbor.
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