WEEK NEW TARGET & REWARD: 1000 Powerstones = 10 chs > 1500 Powerstones = 14 chs. 2 chs/day.
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[Main bedroom]
Outside the bedroom, a group of assassins silently approached. Their footsteps barely made a sound as they moved with precision through the dark corridors. They have already used sleeping gas through the ventilation. All they have to do is to kill the woman.
The leader of the assassins, a tall and imposing figure, signaled for his comrades to be ready. With a nod, they prepared to strike. As they reached the door, the leader gave a silent signal, and one of the assassins slowly turned the doorknob, but to his shock, a powerful electric surge coursed through it. The voltage was so high that it instantly roasted his hand and arm, leaving his body charred and lifeless. Smoke rose from the horrific sight.
He died before he could scream.
The second assassin, witnessing the horrifying demise of his comrade, quickly attempted to retreat. However, before he could run, five spikes emerged from the floor, impaling him on the spot.
The remaining assassins continued their attempt to reach the main bedroom, unaware of the deadly traps that lay in their path. As they descended the stairs, they met a series of gruesome surprises.
The third assassin stepped on what appeared to be a loose floorboard, triggering a mechanism. Suddenly, spikes shot out from the walls, impaling him from various angles, turning the staircase into a deadly death trap. He fell lifelessly, skewered by the merciless spikes.
The fourth assassin, watching his comrades fall to these deadly surprises, hesitated for a moment. He tried to carefully navigate his way down the stairs, testing each step gingerly. Unfortunately for him, the final step was a pressure plate connected to a concealed blade that shot out from the floor, slicing through his legs and causing him to fall forward, only to meet with a metal spike that fell from the ceiling, pierced right through his neck and came off his mouth, pinning him on the floor and killing him on the spot before he could even scream.
The last assassin, now the sole survivor, was in a state of shock as he witnessed the gruesome fates of his fellow intruders. He desperately searched for an escape route, but it seemed that every path led to a gruesome demise. Panic washed over him, and he began to realize that he had walked into a house of death.
The last surviving assassin, still in a state of shock and desperation, reached for his whistle, but before he could alert the others waiting outside, a sudden jolt of electricity coursed through his body. His limbs convulsed, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling in agony.
Alfred had approached the assassin from behind, wielding a powerful taser. He had silently observed the intruders' grisly fate and decided to take matters into his own hands.
The assassin, now incapacitated by the electrical shock, twitched and writhed on the floor, unable to blow the whistle or call for help. Alfred looked down at the fallen assassin with a stern expression.
"Uninvited guests are not welcome in the middle of the night," Alfred, with a stern expression, didn't hesitate. He tased the incapacitated assassin, rendering him unconscious. The assailant's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, no longer a threat.
The butler took a moment to catch his breath and ensured that the intruder posed no further danger. Then he approached the incapacitated assassin and checked to ensure he was unconscious. The traps in the house had done their job, eliminating the threat effectively. Alfred knew that this was no ordinary break-in, and he needed to secure the intruder.
After confirming the assailant was no longer a danger, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a device. With a few swift movements, he disabled the traps he had set throughout Wayne Manor. The house was once again safe from further intrusion.
Once the traps were deactivated, he pulled out his phone and made a call to the other butlers and maids within Wayne Manor. He instructed them to gather and assist him in tying up the unconscious intruder.
Within minutes, the staff arrived in the corridor, ready to help. Alfred directed them on how to secure the intruder. They used strong ropes to bind his hands and legs, ensuring he would not escape once he regained consciousness.
As they worked, his calm and stern expression never wavered. He knew that this incident had to be handled with the utmost discretion. And as the head butler of the Wayne manor, he wouldn't tolerate any trespassers or anyone who wants to hurt the Waynes.
With the intruder securely bound, Alfred and the staff carried him to a secure location within the mansion.
[Outside at the same time]
Elana had been silently observing the demise of the assassins who attempted to infiltrate Wayne Manor. She was aware of the deadly traps set within the mansion, and it was clear that the intruders had severely underestimated the dangers they would face.
The last group of assassins remaining outside was unaware of the horrific fate that had befallen their comrades. They believed they could swiftly eliminate their targets and escape without a trace.
In the shadows, Elana watched as one of the assassins approached a tree to relieve himself. She took a silent step closer, her movements as fluid as a shadow. As he exposed himself, she struck swiftly, driving a small dagger into his throat. The assassin gurgled and gasped for air, but his life faded quickly. Her expression remained cold and unyielding as she slowly dragged him into the bush.
Suddenly, three dead and bloodied bodies flew out of the second floor's window and crashed to the ground.
"What the fuck is going on?!" The remaining assailants rushed to check the situation.
Elana, having taken advantage of the chaos and distraction, moved in with lightning speed. The remaining assassins outside were completely unaware of the gruesome demise of their comrades and the deadly traps within Wayne Manor.
She swiftly dispatched four of the assassins in rapid succession. Her movements were precise and deadly. She struck like a shadow, using a combination of daggers and hand-to-hand combat to incapacitate her targets.
The first assassin felt a sharp blade against his throat, and before he could react, his life was extinguished. The second fell to a well-placed stab to the heart, the third met two quick stabs on his chest and a slice on his throat, and the fourth was taken down with a bone-shattering blow to the neck.
The assassins never had a chance to defend themselves or react. They fell one by one, their bodies collapsing silently to the ground, their lives snuffed out in an instant.
[Bruce's room]
In Bruce's room, he and Selina continued to watch Elana's swift and deadly actions as she eliminated the remaining assassins with ruthless efficiency. The intruders never had a chance to defend themselves, and their lives were extinguished one after another.
Selina's eyes widened in astonishment as she witnessed Elana's combat skills. She couldn't help but be impressed by the deadly grace with which Elana dispatched her targets.
"You have been training with her all this time?" She asked Bruce.
"Yeah," He replied quietly. "Although we mostly do martial arts and other fighting training. This is the first time I see her use a weapon."
Elana's movements were so smooth and controlled, her fighting style appeared almost like a dance. Yet, her attacks were lethal and devastating. Each strike carried the full weight and momentum of her body behind it.
'Fuck! She is deadly... I knew she was holding back during our training days... now I can see it clearly.' He watched as Elana made quick work of the remaining assailants.
"Damn! And here I thought my teacher was badass," Selina couldn't help but admire the deadly skills of the silent assassin.
"Well, she is a pro at close-quarter combat, that's for sure," Bruce replied quietly, still not taking his eyes off the scene before him.
Elana after dispatching the remaining assassins, looked toward the balcony at Bruce and Selina's bedroom, her expression cool and stoic. Her gaze met Bruce's, and she gave a curt nod and showed him a thumbs-up for managing to kill the three intruders and creating a nice distraction.
His gaze was equally steady as he returned the nod.
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AN: Alright, with that taken care of, time for the suits and weapons + Counterattack and some real segs as a side dish.