Dio is of course not a Gundam, he is just someone who can dismantle the Gundam with his bare hands.
So when the ninja's life-threatening attack failed, his fate was already sealed.
"Huh..."
Dio grabbed the neon ninja's neck with one hand, lifted him into the air, and blocked the shurikens thrown by the other two ninjas.
Then, the unlucky ninja died before he could even struggle twice as black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"poison?"
Dio narrowed his eyes, and even more surprising things were yet to come.
The ninja who was killed by his companions suddenly turned into ashes...
However, the two ninjas who accidentally killed their companions remained calm throughout, as if the people they had just killed were not their companions, but just random cats and dogs on the roadside.
Or perhaps the brainwashing and training since childhood have already turned them into out-and-out killing machines, almost like dead soldiers. As long as they can complete the task, they don't care about casualties, nor will they be stingy with their own lives.
What's more, death is not necessarily the end...
There was no fear in their eyes, only endless numbness.
Having realized this, Dio no longer thought he could get anything out of them, so he decided to just kill them. Since they were targeting him, he would be found sooner or later.
"die!"
He flipped over a playing card and swung the dark red sword directly, accurately pinning a ninja who was unable to dodge to the wall.
Then Dio whistled and began to fly the sword in the air.
In the end, the ninja never expected that the knife thrown by Dio could actually fly out again. He was caught off guard and was cut into two pieces from behind.
Dio looked at the two bodies that turned to ashes in front of him and pondered for a moment. He always felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.
So he decided to waste some time to find out the other party's background, which was in his best interest.
Although he didn't think that these inexplicable ninjas could cause him any harm, perhaps this organization could bring him a new field of leeks.
Because on the attribute panel, there are 3 more sinful souls...
So he put on the [Melancholy Blues] which he hadn't used for a long time, then summoned it, walked to a ninja that had turned to ashes and started to "play it backwards".
Next, you just need to follow [Melancholy Blues] to find the opponent's lair, which is extremely convenient.
. . . . . . . . . .
In a factory in Hell's Kitchen, an old woman wearing a white shirt, a black skirt and leaning on a cane was inspecting the production process of "washing powder".
Looking around here, all you see are yellow-skinned Asian workers, both men and women, old and young, but the common point is that there is numbness and fear in their eyes, and their hands are stained with some kind of white powder.
The moment they saw the thin old woman appear, they were like well-trained soldiers. They all put down their tools, stood up in unison, with their backs straight and their eyes straight ahead, just like soldiers waiting to be checked.
The old woman who was so feared by everyone was also of great importance. She was one of the five fingers of the Hand and was known as Madam Gao.
After the fall of Kingpin, with the help of the Rand Corporation, she swallowed up a large amount of "washing powder" business, and used Hell's Kitchen as the base camp of her "washing powder" factory, and her power expanded rapidly.
Although outsiders only think of her as an old woman in her sixties or seventies, only the top leaders of the Shouhe Society know that this old woman with black hair has lived for at least 400 years!
She is an absolute old witch!
Moreover, this old witch likes to use violence and terror to intimidate her subordinates and enemies. Anyone who dares to make her dissatisfied in any way will completely disappear from this world, and not even a hair can be found.
After inspecting the "washing powder" factory, Mrs. Gao came to her office here.
"What's the situation? Did those bastards find the murderer?"
As Mrs. Gao asked to herself, a figure suddenly walked out from the shadows.
"B33, 34, and 35 have gone out to gather information. They will bring back the man's head."
"Well, to be able to kill so many bastards in such a short time, you must be quite capable."
Mrs. Gao poured herself a cup of tea with no hesitation, her eyes were very calm, as if she never took the extremely evil 'Night Death God' seriously.
If she didn't need a Hell's Kitchen that was completely under her control so that her "laundry detergent" business wouldn't be disturbed, she wouldn't care about the lives of those trash, even if they all died.
But at this moment, an unexpected riot occurred!
Mrs. Gao frowned and put down her teacup with a dissatisfied look, "Go and have a look, kill the troublemakers and build them all into concrete."
The man dressed as a ninja took a step back without saying a word and disappeared into the shadows again.
Mrs. Gao has always been very confident, both in her own strength and in the organization behind her.
But this time, she seemed a little too confident.
A few minutes later, the noise of the commotion outside gradually faded away, but was replaced by a strong smell of blood.
Mrs. Gao was not unfamiliar with this smell. In her life span of more than 400 years, tens of thousands of people died directly or indirectly at her hands.
But the current situation seemed a little wrong. The ninja did not come back to report, and the outside suddenly became too quiet.
Mrs. Gao's heart sank, and she stood up with her crutches with an unexpected look on her face.
But before she could walk out, a clear sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer from far away.
"Dongdong..."
There was a polite knock on the door.
Mrs. Gao laughed and sat back down, "Please come in."
An Asian face she had never seen before pushed the door open and walked in with a smile on his face, and sat opposite her in a very familiar manner.
"Where are my people?"
"If you mean the ninjas, they all turned to ash."
Mrs. Gao nodded calmly. She had already been mentally prepared before the other party came in.
"May I ask your name? I don't think we have ever met before."
"Alas, this is exactly what bothers me. You and I don't know each other, so why do you have to cause trouble for me?" The man pretended to be distressed and looked at her aggressively.
Mrs. Gao understood instantly, and the faint smile on her face disappeared immediately.
"So you are the 'Night Death God' that is widely rumored outside. It seems that the people I sent out have brought me a big trouble instead."
Although she said this, Mrs. Gao's expression remained calm, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in her tone.