Santa Monica Beach after ten o'clock still had people reveling...

Around several bonfires gathered many young men and women, dancing to the music in their swimwear, drinking beer, the scent of hormones pervading the party scene.

Mountain Eagle strolled up to the edge of the beach, when a girl in a short skirt stood up unsteadily from beneath a tree nearby and wobbled towards the revelers, oblivious to her skirt hitched up by her underwear...

Watching the girl stagger a few meters and then plunge onto the sand, Mountain Eagle made a symbolic gesture to reach out, then hesitated, shook his head, and walked past the girl with her buttocks exposed, strolling along the beach inside the walkway...

A white van drove slowly along the coastal road, the rear doors open, with a young man inside, holding a silenced rifle and dressed in hip-hop fashion.

About 40 meters separated them, Mountain Eagle walked leisurely, but the greenery and bushes greatly interfered with the young man's ability to lock onto Mountain Eagle's position.

After attempting for a few hundred meters, Mountain Eagle had distanced himself from the reveling crowd, and the lights by the beach also vanished...

The hip-hop young man frowned and put down his rifle, checked his pistol, and said to the two companions dressed like him inside the van: "Darren, get off with me, you guys go ahead and wait for us..."

With that, the hip-hop young man tucked the pistol at the back of his waist and jumped out of the slowly moving van first.

Following closely, a boy with dreadlocks also jumped out, not forgetting to thump his chest towards the companions still in the van, making a victorious return gesture.

The kid followed his leader through a path up to the beach; they wanted to strike Mountain Eagle from behind, but as they stepped onto the beach, they found the Mountain Eagle who had been strolling moments before had vanished.

There were no pedestrians nearby, only the sound of waves incessantly hitting the shore.

The hip-hop young man knew Mountain Eagle couldn't have just disappeared, he signaled the boy behind him, cautiously drew his pistol and started to search quickly ahead, mainly focusing on the greenbelt.

What they didn't notice was that a few hundred meters away a man dressed in a black suit carrying a sniper rifle climbed up the Lifeguard Tower and quickly set up a bipod and lay down to aim.

Mountain Eagle lay on his side in a tan suit at the bottom of the greenbelt, his body snug against the roots of the plants, his face covered with a piece of cardboard he'd picked up...

When the two gunmen passed by his side, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's ankle, causing the boy to let out a yelp.

The hip-hop young man turned around angrily to scold his companion when a pile of sand was thrown into his face, causing him to instinctively shut his eyes...

Immediately after, the hip-hop young man felt a heavy blow to his lower body, a strong and forceful groin kick hit him squarely, making him jump upward.

This move is lethal for all men!

The hip-hop young man's legs went limp in the air, squeezed tightly together as he landed on his knees, like being choked, unable to breathe in or out, as if the suffocating feeling could somehow relieve the pain between his legs...

The sense of pain and suffocation caused the veins on the hip-hop man's forehead to bulge and his eyes to turn bloodshot. He struggled to see who had attacked him, but was met with an even heavier soccer kick...

Mountain Eagle's instep struck the hip-hop man's cheek, twisting and deforming his face. Then, with a crack, his head cocked to the side, resting on his shoulder like a zombie from a horror movie.

Mountain Eagle held the boy's gun-wielding right hand in his right, and encircled his neck with the left to complete the lethal attack. Just as he was about to break the boy's neck, the moonlight shone on the boy's face, causing Mountain Eagle to realize...

He snatched the handgun from the boy's hand, gripping the boy's neck to turn him around...

Looking at the boy, who was clearly only thirteen or fourteen years old, Mountain Eagle frowned and shoved the gun into his mouth, forcing him to kneel on the ground...

At this moment, the man in the suit atop the tower had locked onto Mountain Eagle's back. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a 9mm subsonic bullet struck his temple...

The hollow-point bullet easily pierced through the suit man's temple. The deforming bullethead instantly obliterated his consciousness, causing him to let go of the gun with his limp hands.

Inside a parked Mercedes sedan on the curb, Matthias retracted what was clearly a carefully modified MP7, started the vehicle, turned off the lights, and sped after the van carrying the Assassin.

Just as Matthias was about to get out and kill the Assassin in the van, he saw a tall figure carrying someone burst out of the greenbelt and leap into the open back door of the van. The van then started to shake violently...

Matthias knew that was Mountain Eagle. He parked his car behind the van, then opened his door and walked up to the van's entrance...

Looking at the situation inside, Matthias blinked and said to the disheveled Mountain Eagle, "Was that necessary?"

The van's driver was caught between two seats on the glovebox, in a twisted posture...

His neck was broken, stretched limply about half a foot, and twisted 180 degrees. With bloodshot eyes, he gazed at a boy who was obviously petrified.

In the back seat, a man with gold teeth had his head embedded in the window, pushing out the bullet-proof glass into an arc.

His face was as if it had been trampled by an elephant, with his entire nasal bone and upper jaw caved in. The immense pressure caused one of his eyeballs to pop out of its socket, hanging by a dark blue tendon and swaying on his face.

Matthias stared at Mountain Eagle's blood-stained fists. The scene told him that all this was caused by Mountain Eagle's bare hands. However, rationally, he could hardly believe that a person could unleash such terrifying power in such a confined space.

Mountain Eagle, thanks to the protection of the flexible exoskeleton, was able to unleash his body's immense strength.

The exoskeleton pieces that extended to Mountain Eagle's knuckles naturally formed a straight line of force with the exoskeleton on his forearm when he fully exerted himself, allowing him to punch with the abandon of wearing brass knuckles.

Looking at the black hip-hop man with his face caved in and limbs limp but obviously still breathing, shivering continuously, a pained whimper escaped his mouth...

Matthias shook his head and said, "Your brutality is surprising to me..."

Mountain Eagle glared at Matthias as he squatted in front of the dreadlocked boy who had wet himself, plucking out a dangling eyeball from a man nearby and placing it in the boy's hand, pinching his chin to make him look into his own eyes...

"Do you still want to kill?"

As Mountain Eagle pressed his knee against the boy's thigh and grabbed his leg to snap the dislocated knee back into place, he patted the boy's face...

"Is killing thrilling?"

Watching the boy come back to his senses and shake his head desperately, Mountain Eagle reset his other knee and patted his face again, asking, "Still want to be an Assassin and kill?"

The boy was too terrified to speak and simply cried silently while shaking his head frantically...

Mountain Eagle stared into the boy's eyes for a dozen seconds, forcefully reset his shoulder joints, turned around, and slammed the van door shut...

Hearing scared cries from inside the van, Mountain Eagle walked to the passenger side of the Mercedes, took off his suit jacket, shook off the sand, then opened the door and said to Matthias, "What are you looking at? Let's go..."

Matthias took the driver's seat, turned the car back to its original spot, and then parked, looking at the obviously very angry Mountain Eagle with a curious expression and smiled, "You're angry, why..."

Mountain Eagle shook his head, "Someone wants to kill me, what's wrong with being angry?"

Matthias's handsome face showed a hint of a smile, "You hate those who use children for killing..."

He looked at Mountain Eagle's somewhat stiff expression and continued with a smile, "Those are the Replacer Organization's people. They pick suitable targets from the slums...

They usually select children aged 8 to 14, organize them for play and training, and slowly brainwash them.

When those children come of age, they're used as disposable Assassin tools when needed.

Those who are underage and participate in operations are usually the ones to fire the last shot and then take the blame.

Of course, this approach is only adopted where the law is well established..."

Mountain Eagle waved his hand impatiently, "The Replacers in Thailand fell by my own hands, I know how they operate!"

Glaring at Matthias, he said displeasedly, "You tell me those after me are Bright Ladder, but it's the Replacers who come..."

Matthias nodded slightly, opened the car door, and said as he got out, "I didn't expect the Replacers would target you too, come with me..."

...

Atop the Lifeguard Tower, Mountain Eagle glanced at the Assassin with a bullet in his brain...

A tailor-made suit, neatly trimmed beard, well-styled hair, a body in excellent shape, even his fingernails were meticulously cleaned.

He shook his head and said, "This guy would have a brighter future as a Cowherd than as an Assassin!"

He put on latex gloves, picked up the sniper rifle to check it...

A custom-barreled MK14 Enhanced Rifle, specialized subsonic ammunition, Leupold scope, infrared night vision set.

Just the gun alone was worth over 30,000 US Dollars!

Matthias searched the well-dressed Assassin's pockets, pulling out a wallet, a cellphone, and car keys.

Opening the wallet, Matthias took out several credit cards and identification documents, then casually stuffed a stack of cash into his pocket, tossed the wallet away, and shaking the cellphone and car keys, he said, "Want to check it out together?"

Mountain Eagle frowned, walking towards the tower, and said, "This guy came to kill me, why do I feel you're more eager than I am?

What exactly are you up to?"

Matthias smiled and said, "Didn't you say you needed help?

I can assist you, 2 million, and I'll protect you until the meeting about Snowden is over..."

Mountain Eagle flipped him off instantly, cursing, "Dream on, 2 million, why don't you go rob a bank!"

Matthias followed behind Mountain Eagle, speaking gravely, "I could earn much more by killing you!"

Mountain Eagle scoffed, "Then why don't you do it? Don't tell me you think we're friends..."

Matthias was taken aback for a moment, then let out a faint sigh and said, "There's something about you I can't quite grasp, I'm not sure...

200,000, but some special targets are mine to handle..."

Mountain Eagle was stunned for a second, caught on immediately, and pointed at his nose indignantly, "You want to use me as bait and you still have the nerve to ask me for money?

You share half the commission with me, and I'll cooperate..."

Matthias hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "No, it's bad luck to do a job without getting paid...

200,000, or I walk away!"

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