The door to the control room behind the church suddenly opened, and Kelte appeared in the control room with his four bodyguards. His gaze immediately fell on several monitors, which were broadcasting live footage of the church.
It was Johnny, who was rapidly and violently slaughtering. Every one of his movements was filled with a mix of violence and elegance, making it hard to describe.
If John were here, he would definitely be able to accurately describe Johnny's state: it was a feeling of having his shadow, but already beginning to break free from his restraints.
If this video were to circulate, it would absolutely become the most classic teaching material.
At this moment, Johnny was completely unaware that his overall Shooting had quietly reached the threshold of Lv3, 99/100.
Outside the church, Harry, having regained his senses, had already contacted Merlin.
"What do we do now?"
Harry had no good ideas for a moment. He couldn't enter the church; if he did, it would mean confronting Johnny head-on.
And the man had just saved him; if he rushed in now, he could only engage him in a life-or-death battle.
He couldn't do such a thing.
"Our best option now is to wait outside until Night Owl has taken care of everyone."
Merlin also used Johnny's codename, Night Owl, when he spoke. He didn't mention Johnny's name, clearly understanding that at this moment, everything was irreversible, and these cultists inside were getting what they deserved.
At this time, Merlin was not the only one watching the live footage at headquarters. Behind him were Eggsy and Lancelot Roxy.
Both were watching the video footage in shock. Although the door was now closed, they had seen the previous scenes clearly.
"Night Owl is as terrifying as ever!" Eggsy pushed up his glasses, a little emotional. After all, when he met Johnny in Berlin two months ago, Johnny hadn't displayed such terrifying close-combat and Shooting abilities; he had almost just swept through with a rifle.
But at this moment, he had the clearest and most intuitive understanding of Johnny's abilities.
Roxy, meanwhile, covered her mouth. Although she had heard Harry say that they were all cultists, Johnny's uninhibited Shooting could be described as slaughtering unarmed people, couldn't it?
"I can't imagine what he'll think when he wakes up and sees this scene?" Roxy found it hard to imagine Johnny's thoughts once he regained consciousness.
And inside the church, Johnny's slaughter continued.
He retreated again, dodging a dagger that was slashing at him. Yes, this young man in jeans carried a dagger, and he had just stabbed someone.
After avoiding the dagger, Johnny directly raised his hand and shot him in the forehead.
When he tried to shoot again, the gun was empty and locked open. He immediately slammed the gun butt hard against the head of the man rushing at him from his right.
Bang!
The man was instantly knocked to the ground. Johnny then crouched to avoid another wooden stick attack, picked up the dagger the man had just dropped, and then held the dagger in one hand and a sand viper in the other.
He stood up, raised his left hand, and plunged the dagger fiercely upwards from the jaw into the head. The man looked at Johnny in disbelief, but more so with madness.
Johnny then pulled the dagger out with a fierce downward tug.
Immediately after, Johnny flung the man away, rushed forward two steps, and then delivered a side kick, knocking a woman away. He then stepped forward and swung his left-hand dagger at another woman, opening a deep gash in her neck, blood splattering everywhere.
His remaining sanity made him tuck the sand viper into its holster (he was stingy with money). The next phase was hand-to-hand combat, because at this moment, Johnny was incredibly excited, his mind filled with nothing but slaughter and battle.
Especially after drawing blood with the dagger in hand, this excitement became even more pronounced.
He switched the dagger from his left hand to his right, holding it in a reverse grip, and then immediately moved forward. At this point, there were still over fifty people left.
Everyone was frantic. Besides attacking each other, most of them turned their attention to Johnny's position, rushing towards him madly.
Johnny continuously dodged, using the benches to prevent the crowd from surrounding him, ensuring he was only ever facing a maximum of 1-on-2 situations.
Otherwise, if everyone surrounded him, Johnny would have no room to resist and would be killed alive.
With a reverse-grip knife strike and a knee strike, he sent a woman flying. Then, he flicked his right hand upwards to the left, piercing someone's jaw. Pushing his right hand forward, he pulled the dagger out again, drawing an arc, and slit another person's throat.
Immediately after, Johnny quickly retreated, avoiding a thrown chair.
He flipped and jumped onto another long bench, then ran forward again.
Suddenly, he leaped into the air, delivering a fierce knee strike to someone's chest, pushing him backward. As the man's back slammed hard onto the ground and his head hit the floor, Johnny remained kneeling on his chest.
Then, a grim smile appeared on Johnny's lips.
Swish!
A knife through the throat!
Blood gushed out, splattering on Johnny's face.
At this moment, Johnny resembled a mad killer, his entire suit soaked in blood.
The splattered blood on his face made his smile appear even more like a devil's grin.
But the battle had not stopped. Johnny continued to get up and charge forward, tearing two women who were biting each other apart. He then swung his dagger left and right, striking both their necks.
He continued forward.
He extended his right hand to block a long punch from the side. Johnny then plunged his dagger fiercely into the man's heart, halfway in. Johnny then released his grip and pushed hard, driving the entire dagger completely inside.
The next second, Johnny grabbed the dagger's hilt with his right hand, twisted it fiercely, then sharply kicked out his right foot, sending the man flying.
The man fell to the ground, blood gushing, but he didn't die immediately, instead struggling wildly on the floor.
In the monitoring room, Valentine was already vomiting at the bloody scene, while Kelte watched with relish, constantly commenting.
"Wow, this man is so cool! He's very strong, far exceeding ordinary bodyguards and agents. Such intense killing intent, he must be a professional assassin!"
As an arms dealer, his insight was extremely keen. He had seen top bodyguards and top agents, but this was the first time he had seen such a maniacal killer.
As for why he judged Johnny to be an assassin rather than a bodyguard or agent, it was because Johnny's demeanor was too obvious, especially in his completely frenzied state at this moment.
Every one of Johnny's movements, every attack, sought maximum efficiency, never wasting an extra bit of stamina, and every strike was extremely effective.
Whether it was the stopping power of his elbow strikes, his knee strikes, or the highly aggressive left-hand dagger tactics.
The entire church seemed to have become his personal show, where only the most elegant and violent slaughter could truly adorn it.
"Who is he?" Gazelle asked curiously from the side.
Although she was also an assassin, her activities were almost exclusively in Europe, and she rarely heard news of Johnny.
Kelte, however, was different. As an arms dealer, his intelligence had to be proficient enough, and it so happened that he had seen information about Johnny, after all, he was John's apprentice.
"He is Night Owl, the disciple of Night Demon!"
Kelte's voice was deep.
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