Chapter 211: How Would I Know?
BOOM!
The entire retirement home exploded as if it were made of Lego bricks—walls shattered, debris flew everywhere, and thick clouds of dust rolled through the scene like a tidal wave.
Only now did the previously calm elderly residents finally realize the severity of the situation and began screaming and scrambling in all directions. The security guards, late to react, fumbled for their pistols and started firing blindly into the dust cloud at the towering figure within.
Their efforts, however, were utterly futile.
In a matter of seconds, they were flung away like ragdolls—some crashing through walls, others buried in rubble.
Daisy Johnson rolled across the floor, her clothes and face smeared with dust and debris. She and Wanda had just finished dealing with the poisonous snakes summoned by Amora and were ready to finally catch their breath when this new disaster came crashing through.
A massive silhouette emerged from the thick smoke.
He looked like some ancient battlefield general, built like a tank, clad in archaic "Five-Six-Seven" armor, and topped with a horned helmet. His figure was so imposing that Daisy, crouched on one knee, barely reached his kneecap. Even if she stood at full height, she wasn’t sure if her head would reach his belly.
The Executioner.
Amora’s loyal attack dog had arrived.
Because of the humiliating betrayal he suffered last time, the Executioner had lost his signature weapon—the dreaded executioner’s axe. Now, in each hand, he wielded massive old-school flintlock-style guns that looked like they belonged on a pirate film set, not a battlefield.
But don’t be fooled—these weren’t props.