Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 918: Section 604: Change (2)_4

Chapter 918: Section 604: Change (2)_4

Although she was utterly rotten at being a human being, Malin didn’t mind applauding her for the choices she made as a mother. As for the brass bullet he would deliver to her shortly, that was a different matter.

"You didn’t lie, thank you, Lady Anna." Mars smiled upon seeing the answer he got from the Spell Formation, then raised his pistol.

"Could you not kill me in front of my daughter?" The lady requested.

"No problem." With a wave of his hand, Mars’s spell put the daughter to sleep. He did not turn around, as Malin had already reached out with his Spiritual Energy to move his kin to an empty space aside.

"Thank you, Mark. You’re gentler than I thought." The lady smiled happily.

"Your daughter said the same to me a long time ago. I let her down, and now I have to fail her a second time... Goodnight, Lady Anna, may the girls you’ve disappointed forgive a mother, although I think that’s unlikely. What do you think?" Having said that, Mars bowed his head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

As Lady Anna fell to the ground, the burly man sighed: "Is it my turn next, Mark?"

"Yes, Claude Dofen, I’m sorry. At that point in time, I killed your son first." Mars opened his cigarette case, offered him a smoke, and then put the case away.

"I thought you’d have one yourself, Mark." Claude laughed and lit the cigarette for himself: "Slim West Lake, good stuff... My son, will you still kill him?"

"Not anymore. Now he’s just a bastard the same age as me in this timeline. I have no reason to kill him, and I’m not like you guys; I have a bottom line, and you don’t." As Malin sighed, he began to reflect on his past: "Speaking of which, my lover didn’t like me smoking, so I quit. I used to smoke a lot, every day thinking of when I’d be able to kill you all for my father’s revenge... Later, I met your son; he discovered my secret and ultimately my true identity. He wanted to expose my existence to you. We used to be very good friends; he extorted protection money from me every year, and I even visited your home. Too bad... Fate does not harbor ’what ifs,’ nor does it spare anyone. I was fond of Natasha; she died in front of me. Your son Gaine was my friend; he also died in front of me... Perhaps I’m just naturally destined for solitude. My father was, so were my friends, and in the end, even the organization I once aspired to devote my life to... Sorry, I’ve started thinking about my childhood dreams again, Mark. Do you still remember what our original dreams were?"

The young man was recalling his past while morbidly narrating words that instilled fear, eventually even laughing at the end and turning to look at himself.

His words prompted Mark to nod: "Right, become a bank robber. Even if electronic certificates are now being used, the Western Human World’s banks haven’t adopted them yet. We could set sail, hit a big score there, and then I’ll become Dead Eye’s most popular assaulter."

At this, the two lads laughed together.

After their laughter subsided, Mark suffered a finger snap from his father, while Mars raised his gun toward Claude: "Claude, the original owners of the fresh goods in the black market asked me to say hello to you. They have been waiting for you so long, so much so that their very first guest died last month from multi-organ failure due to old age."

After finishing his sentence, Mars watched the man fall to the ground as he pulled the trigger.

The chief of the Dead Eye group smiled as he watched Mars approach: "You’re damn lucky, Mark."

"Yes, Mr. Junichiro, I consider my luck one of my virtues." Mars didn’t bother correcting the man’s use of a past name: "It’s because of this I ultimately came to stand before you."

"I have no daughter, no son, so what else do you want to ask?" The man said with a firm expression.

Despite facing death, his demeanor was fitting of his status as the group’s leader.

Mars fell silent for a moment, glanced at Malin, and then back at the man: "Do you know... Mami Yagyu?"

"Don’t know her, but the name sounds nice. If I had a daughter, I would have definitely chosen this name," he said with a laugh tinged with loneliness: "Kid, ask your questions quickly."

"...Alright." Mars seemed a bit unhappy, but he nevertheless cleared the displeasure from his face and looked at the group leader: "Sorry, I don’t think I have any leverage to make you tell the truth."

"What’s the matter, not going to ask and you’re sure already? That doesn’t seem like the coldness you just showed, kid," the man laughed.

"Yes, I asked you last time, ’who do you serve?’ and you didn’t tell me," Mars said as he lifted the gun in his hand: "Our time is precious, so let’s end this conversation."

"Spencer, Kahn Wood Spencer." The man suddenly announced a name.

Mars glanced at his feet, then looked incredulously towards Malin.

Malin nodded his head, confirming the lie detector hadn’t malfunctioned, the man was telling the truth.

So he turned to face the man: "Chief Inspector Kahn from the Second District’s Third Avenue?"

"Yes, light and darkness never part ways. Where there is good, evil exists alongside it. A hero walks through this world taming the evil hounds, and he is just a handler. The adversary you are facing is far more numerous, fiercer, and harder to deal with than you can imagine..." The man finished speaking and burst into loud laughter, his gaze settling on Hill: "How about it, Hill, are you not incredibly surprised, your direct superior is your greatest enemy."

"Indeed, it is quite surprising." The father nodded.

Then the man looked at Mars contentedly: "There, I’ve given you the answer you wanted, what will you do with me now?"

"I will give you the death you desire," said Mars. "I have said before, I have a bottom line, but you do not."

"I want to die of old age." The man lifted his head: "Come on, swear to your Spiritual Energy pool, I will die of old age, right, Mr. Mark?"

After speaking, the man laughed boisterously.

"Of course, you will die of old age." Mars also laughed, and after having his fill of laughter, he turned to walk away, leaving behind three words.

"Right now."

Then the senior group leader found his hair falling out, his skin aging, his teeth dropping, and eventually he knelt to the ground, unable to breathe, as his left leg bone broke and pierced through muscle and skin on the spot.

Of course, his skin was also falling off in large patches.

He wanted to ask why, but in the next second, the man was struck by an extremely effective aging Spell Formation enhanced with Super Ability, and as he disintegrated, he lost all semblance of human form.

Mars began to unscrew the silencer from the gun barrel, and in front of his father, turned the gun into a pool of liquid metal, then flung it against the nearby metal door.

He then looked to Malin: "Ancestor, you seem to have something to say."

"Well done." Malin nodded, a true descendant of Maya and myself: "Keeping your word and eradicating evil, these are the virtues a child of the Gaiate family should possess, you did very well, child."

"Thank you for your praise." The child smiled, even though he turned to look at his biological father, his face full of tears.

And his biological father smiled somewhat apologetically: "I must have let you down, eh, child?"

"You never revealed your identity until death, you didn’t disclose who was your contact, you said nothing... You were a good cop, but not a good father." After saying this, Mars turned and left the scene.

Malin followed after him, waving to his two descendants.

Good night, and good luck, Mr. Hill and Mr. Mars.