The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1271

Robin came to a stop, slowly turning to face Berin, the commander of Mecria Corp.

The main hall of the Secret Intelligence Division was deathly quiet, the tension in the air thick enough to make one's skin crawl.

Everyone stood frozen, eyes locked on the infamous terror, Divine Drakebane, in complete disbelief.

How could he remain so unshaken in such a perilous situation? What gives him the nerve to act this way?

Everyone knew that the Mecria Royal Family's 22nd Special Air Service Regiment was the cream of the crop when it came to special forces, the top tier of the military.

This elite unit had the highest success rate for mission completions in history.

No matter how invincible Divine Drakebane seemed, even he couldn't walk away unscathed when facing so many weapons aimed at him.

But to everyone's surprise, Berin had not given the order to fire.

He paused, a deep frown creasing his forehead, confused by Dudley's hesitation.

He scoffed, pointing at Robin. "How dare a lowly killer like you act so brazenly in Mecria, the land of noble knights!"

Robin let out a derisive laugh. "Noble knights, my foot!

"Armed with weapons, you shot at the defenseless Ms. Eira and forcefully took my sister's bronze jewelry box and Emberleaf Fans.

"This is what you call a nation of noble knights?

"Just a bunch of robbers, that's all!

"When it comes to robbers, I show no mercy!"

The closer Divine Drakebane approached, the more Berin could feel the weight of his presence, a suffocating power that seemed to radiate from him without a single word of anger. A chill ran down Berin's spine.

"Fire! Kill this thug! The Soarele Empire won't tolerate such barbaric behavior!" Berin barked, his voice tinged with fury.

"No one born can kill me!" Robin's voice was calm as he tossed a wet wipe into the air, continuing his slow stride toward Berin.

Each step Robin took echoed loudly, the sound sharp and cutting through Berin's already frayed nerves. His breath became more shallow with each step.

Berin, a five-star general of Mecria, a man who had spent 30 years in the military and fought in 193 battles, never once afraid of death—now found himself staring into the abyss.

The overwhelming sense of hopelessness made him feel like he was losing control.

If the snipers didn't take action soon, Berin feared he wouldn't be able to handle what came next.

But then something unexpected happened. The red dots that had been focused on Robin's chest suddenly shifted, now locked onto Berin and everyone in the prime minister's PR team.

Panic rippled through the hall of the Secret Intelligence Division.

Garren, Simmond, and others in the division were stunned.

Has the Royal 22nd Special Air Service Regiment gone insane?

Why are their rifles now aimed at Mecria's own commander, Berin, and the Deputy Prime Minister?

Two of Mecria Corp's guards rushed forward to block Robin's path.

There was a loud crash.

With a single swipe of his hand, Robin sent one of the guards flying.

The two heavyset guards crashed through the building's floor-to-ceiling windows, plummeting 30 stories to the ground below.

The other two guards drew their pistols, determined to kill Robin.

Without hesitation, two bullets struck them both square between the eyes.

Berin was stunned into silence.

The Prime Minister's PR team stared, wide-eyed, at the rifles now trained on them.

What is happening?

They were completely bewildered by the situation.

Why are the Special Air Service Regiment snipers targeting their own comrades?

Suddenly, the screens in the lobby of the Secret Intelligence Division flickered to life.

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