In a separate part of the ship where wooden cargo crates were stored, some manly girls sat across wooden benches chatting with each other and sipping whiskey.
Several emptied bottles of whiskey lay all over the ground, and the scent of alcohol and vomit from overdrinking made the place reek badly.
The girls had rocked strong muscles with traces of rock-hard abs showing from their sweat-drenched singlets.
Not even an ounce of fat could be seen in their bodies.
Their choice of work didn't allow it.
as well as their flat, board-like chest.
The place didn't have cooling mechanisms, so some of them fanned themselves with their clothes, completely unfazed by the sight of their chest, which had only nipples.
At the far end of the room, with no trace of light, two girls were currently going on each other.
"Yes, yes right there. Ye-yes, that's the spot! Yes, yes right there. Ye-yes, that's the spot! Yeees. "
"You like that spot, huh?"
"Mmmmm, I--like it."
"Ready or not? I'm putting in all ten fingers."
"Really?" A black-masked ninja stared at the two women with disgust.
The figure lay on its stomach on top of highly stacked crates close to where the two women were having their fun.
The crate was stacked so high that it left just a little gap between the ship's ceiling and the ground, making it hard for anyone to believe that someone would be there.
The figure tried to focus on the other women in the room, but the moans coming from beneath her made it a lot harder for her to focus.
Apparently, the two females weren't putting in any effort to hide what they were doing.
"If I want to get this done, I'd better shut these sluts up." The figure descended from the crates. But no footsteps sounded. It felt as if the figure didn't make any impact on the ground.
The other woman took it a step further and moved her mouth close to the girl's legs. But before her mouth got close, her lips were cleanly cut off from her mouth.
The woman watched as her lips fell to the ground. She touched the place where her lips had been, but
She felt only her teeth.
Then, the wave of pain finally hit her. Before she could scream, a sword stabbed her neck from behind, cutting her lungs.
Her partner didn't have time to react as the ninja drove its sword into her opened mouth, and it burst out of her head.
She was dead.
The ninja slowly laid the dead girl on the ground.
The ninja did not want to attract the other women because that would take away the element of surprise.
"That bluehead sure knows what he is doing," Layla said as she patterned the mask on her face.
The mask had helped her to blend with the darkness, as if they were one. and made it easy for her to swiftly kill her targets without them seeing her.
Layla moved to another crate stack and stood behind it.
All the crates were lined up like supermarket shelves, so it was easy for the women not to see her.
She moved her sword to her dominant hand. Noah had suggested everyone use a sword so that they would not light up the dark ship with their abilities, but Ethan didn't follow this suggestion.
He wanted them to see what was coming for them.
But Layla and the rest followed this suggestion.
Layla peeped through a gap in the wooden crates.
The women had already noticed something.
What's more, they now had strange guns in their hands.
On another part of the ship,
Inside the control room
Two slim, scrawny men sat in the old, rusty pilot room, watching outside. At least that's what they were supposed to be doing.
Instead, they smoked a lit-up cigarette while sniffing on some white stuff poured on the ship's control button board.
One of them puffs out smoke. He choked at the same time, but instead of taking water, he grabbed a half-emptied bottle of alcohol on the control panel and chugged it down in one go.
The other man's head fell back as he dozed into the land of alcohol slowly.
*Bam
The old, broken door burst open, and a wave of breeze hit the men.
The man looked at the door and there he was...
A ninja with menacing red eyes
The man with the beer bottle hiccuped. He gazed at the ninja, then at the bottle, and shook his head, thinking that the beers he had drank had started doing their thing.
The other man looked at the ninja too and went back to sleep like no one was standing at the door.
Ileus shook his head.
These men didn't last 9 months in their mother's womb.
Ileus sliced the sleeping man's throat.
The remaining one looked at his beer again.
" Playin' mind gime with me? You going nowhere if that's whata thinking, Winey. " The man chugged down the empty beer bottle again.
Ileus thought the man noticed him, but, apparently, the man was talking to the bottle in his hands.
He looked up again when he noticed the man staring at him again.
"Ain't give no shit bout you real or not, but lock me door when going back. Hell, why me talking to me imagination? " The man's eyes shone as though he had just realized something.
"you me imagination, right? You know how to done a blow j--"
OK, that's enough.
Ileus stabbed the man's heart before he could continue to say nonsense.
He looked at the men like pieces of trash. If they had enough flesh on them, he'd suck them dry, but they were scrawny and dirty.
He had standards.
Ileus stared at the old monitor screen on top of a table, where the men were supposed to be, watching the security footage.
He moved the cursor to one of the panels where another ninja was in action.
This particular ninja used both swords, but Ileus didn't pay attention to that panel.
He moved his eyes to another panel, but his eyes widened at what he saw.
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