Slash the Scarlet Eyes: Start with a Starburst Air Stream Slash Chapter 109

In order to get closer to Lin Yu, Will, and Ran, Dr. Stylish specifically collected detailed information about the three, attempting to cultivate a relationship by appealing to their preferences.

However, while organizing the intelligence, he found an unsettling sense of incongruity in Lin Yu’s data—Lin Yu’s information seemed perfect, but it was also very deliberate, like fragments of different people fused together, appearing both intentional and flawless.

Revolutionary Army Headquarters.

Command Room.

Najashstan stood by the window of the command room, a half-smoked cigarette held between her fingertips, the grey smoke swirling before her stern face.

She had just been granted temporary supreme authority, with the power to execute anyone within the organization.

“Boss, the temporarily formed intelligence department intercepted encrypted communications.”

Ieyasu handed over a document. Carlton’s death had exposed the rats.

Najashstan’s single eye narrowed slightly, and she extinguished the cigarette butt in her palm.

It was time to remove the Empire’s pawns.

“Have you found out who they all are?” Her voice was calm, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

“Preliminary three people—Staff Officer Ryan, Logistics Manager Hawk, and… Selena from the Intelligence Department.”

Najashstan sneered.

Selena, the woman who always wore a gentle smile, was actually a traitor? The blood of the Revolutionary Army had become her bargaining chip to curry favor with the Empire.

“Prepare for action.” She stood up, her black trench coat billowing behind her. “Tonight, leave no one.”

Midnight, the corridors of the headquarters building were empty and silent, only the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers echoing.

Staff Officer Ryan furtively pushed open the door of the archives room, clutching an Empire-made communicator in his hand.

“This is the last piece of intelligence, after this, you must let me leave, otherwise I’ll die…” He whispered into the communicator, cold sweat beading on his forehead. “That idiot Carlton has already been exposed, if we drag this on any longer…”

“What are you afraid of? You’re not dead yet.” The sneer of an Imperial officer came from the other end of the communicator. “When we wipe out the Revolutionary Army, you’ll be a hero, with boundless glory and wealth awaiting you.”

Ryan gritted his teeth, about to retort with an angry curse. Not dying now didn’t mean he wouldn’t die later.

Click!

But a cold metallic scraping sound suddenly came from behind him—the sound of a pistol’s safety being disengaged.

“Hero? Glory and wealth?” Najashstan’s voice was like a whisper from the grim reaper. “Too bad, you won’t have the chance to claim your reward.”

Ryan froze, slowly turning his head, not expecting Najashstan to act so decisively.

In the darkness, Najashstan’s single eye locked onto him like a beast, the gun in her hand steadily aimed at his brow.

“General Na… Najashstan! I can explain! I was forced! The Empire captured my family…”

Bang!

A gunshot exploded in the confined archives room, and Ryan’s plea was cut short.

His body fell heavily, blood soaking the scattered documents.

Najashstan expressionlessly stepped over his corpse, turning to her next target…

Logistics Manager Hawk was burning documents in his office, the firelight reflecting on his frantic face.

“Damn it, that pig, he got me killed. In another month, I could have returned to the Imperial Capital. Damn it!”

Bang!

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Najashstan’s figure appeared at the doorway like a ghost.

“Hawk, you can burn the documents, but can you burn away your sins?” she asked coldly.

Hawk’s face turned pale. He abruptly pulled a dagger from a drawer and roared as he lunged: “Go to hell, you rebel dog!”

Najashstan sidestepped, her right mechanical arm precisely gripping his wrist, and twisted it sharply.

The sound of bones shattering accompanied Hawk’s scream, and the dagger clattered to the floor.

Without hesitation, she punched him with her left hand.

Bang!

Hawk’s body slumped to the ground, brains and blood splattering the bookshelf behind him.

Najashstan shook off the blood on her hand, her gaze coldly fixed on her last target—Selena from the Intelligence Department.

…..

Selena had already sensed something was wrong. She hastily packed her belongings, preparing to escape through the headquarters’ back door.

“Damn it, they act so fast, truly worthy of the former Imperial General Najashstan.”

However, when she pushed open the secret passage door, a tall figure blocked her path.

“Miss Selena, I never expected you to be a traitor.”

Bulat’s voice was deep, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light.

She was a veteran of the Revolutionary Army, yet she turned out to be an Imperial mole.

Selena forced herself to remain calm, squeezing out a smile: “Bulat, listen to me, this is all a misunderstanding…”

“Boss’s order is—kill without mercy!” Bulat’s sword light was like lightning.

Pfft!

Selena didn’t even have time to scream, her throat already slit by the sharp blade.

Clutching her gushing neck, she fell back in disbelief, the last image in her eyes being Najashstan’s figure slowly approaching.

“There is only one end for traitors.” Najashstan looked down at her, her voice cold. “Death.”

When the first ray of sunlight entered the headquarters, the purge was over.

Najashstan stood on the rooftop, watching the distant sky gradually brighten, and lit a new cigarette.

“Boss, the other traitors have also been dealt with.” Bulat stood behind her, reporting solemnly.

“I’m done here too.” Ieyasu’s expression was grave.

He hadn’t expected the traitors at headquarters to climb so high. He hoped this cleanup would eliminate most of the moles, but there would certainly still be small insects remaining inside.

“Mm. You two have worked hard.” Najashstan exhaled a smoke ring, the morning sun reflected in her single eye.

She extinguished the cigarette butt and turned to leave, her black trench coat flapping in the morning breeze.

Revolution never needed mercy.