Chapter 61: The Cyclops Dies!

"Alright, we will proceed according to your plan," Samael affirmed as he hung up the phone, exchanging glances with the others in the room. Abaddon squinted his eyes and asked Samael, "Hey, what did you discuss with the Reaper that took so long? What are his instructions?" Samael didn't waste time explaining. "The boss said, let's move." "Good!" Abaddon responded without further questions. For them, it felt like they were back on the battlefield abroad. They didn't need to overthink their future; endless slaughter was all they needed. Since someone was against Joseph, they would kill them all. Azazel began arranging the investigation into Pix's whereabouts. Meanwhile, Joseph was thinking about how to ally with other forces. He decided to start with the FBI, using some secret channels to contact the head of the agency. "You should know who I am," Joseph said calmly into the phone. "I’ve only revealed my presence to your officials. I’m here to complete my mission, not to oppose you." The FBI agents were stunned, mouthing to each other, ‘It's the leader of the Reapers! The Reaper himself!’ ‘What’s he calling about? Is he coming to Florida?’ ‘Who on earth angered this guy?’ Joseph disclosed his plan to them. "I’m willing to provide relevant intelligence. I hope we can work together. My intentions are clear. If you can use my help to eliminate the one you've long wanted dead, wouldn’t you agree this is beneficial?" The FBI was shocked, but the head of the agency was intrigued. Pix’s presence had severely impacted Florida’s public safety. After some discussion, they reached a preliminary agreement to cooperate. "Let's proceed as you suggested," the FBI leader said. "Of course, our cooperation starts now. Looking forward to working with you." Next, Joseph needed to understand Pix's daily routines better to devise a detailed battle plan. Meanwhile, Samael and his team were preparing for action based on Joseph’s earlier combat instructions. For Joseph, combat was not just about knowing the enemy but also about continuously improving their abilities to control the opponent. Whatever the enemy’s move, they had to have a countermeasure. Samael and his team put on their Reaper masks. While Joseph and the FBI held meetings, a small-scale war against Pix began in Florida. "Kill!" Samael and his team found a group of Pix’s men. They were no match for Samael's team and were quickly overwhelmed. "Die! All of you, die!" Samael shouted. "For the Reaper!" they cried. The most formidable of Pix’s men was a man called Cyclops, known as the Cursed Man. No one escaped his grasp. Yet, against Samael, he couldn’t even defend himself. Samael smiled at the sight of the dead Cyclops. "Didn’t you claim to have killed a president? Was it a president of a children's kingdom? How pathetic." Cyclops didn’t realize he was defeated until he tried to speak and found a gaping wound in his chest. "Who are you?" Cyclops managed to choke out. Samael calmly approached him. Despite being near death, Cyclops wanted to know who had killed him. "Who are you people?" he asked. Recognizing the mask but unable to place it due to blood loss, Cyclops awaited an answer. Samael laughed. "You want to die knowing everything, huh? Fine, I'll tell you. We are the ones here to kill you." Before the attack, the FBI had shared information about Pix’s men, thanks to Joseph. Cyclops was notorious among them. "You liked sleeping with other men’s wives? This is your fate. You think causing loving couples to become strangers was worth living for? You were asking to die." Samael couldn’t understand why such a person existed. Cyclops pleaded, "Don’t kill me. My brother—my brother is Pix!" Samael laughed again. "Oh? Your brother is Pix? So what? You think you’re the only one who’ll die? Wait and see, your brother will join you soon. Good luck!" Samael then kicked Cyclops’ head, killing him instantly. Blood stained his shoes as he stood over the body. "With these minions out of the way, Pix is next," Samael said, eyes cold and ruthless. Inside Cyclops’ base, confusion reigned. Why were highly trained individuals attacking them? They had done nothing wrong. Panic spread among them. For Samael and his team, it was as if they faced no resistance. "Kill! Kill them all!" they shouted. "We must show Joseph we are not weak!" "Let their blood welcome the Reaper’s arrival!"