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Chapter 45

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At this moment, Murakami and Nobuyuki Shin arrived on the third floor, only to be greeted by a chaotic scene.

What was once a grand hall now lay in ruins. Broken glass and shattered furniture littered the ground. The special ops team members lay lifeless in pools of blood.

Murakami showed no emotion. He cast a glance at Nobuyuki, who nodded silently. The two exchanged a knowing look.

Footsteps echoed louder and louder in the distance.

Up ahead, Pietro and John Wick were still clearing out the last of the foot soldiers. Their weapons gleamed under the faint light, each strike accompanied by the scream of another fallen enemy.

"This guy's worth fifty, and this one without the ninja gear… five? What a rip-off. When am I finally going to hit that million mark?" Deadpool muttered, uninterested in the small fry. Instead of fighting, he snapped a few photos and complained loudly.

Suddenly, Deadpool's dog barked sharply. "Woof woof! I smell two people up ahead. Their scent is way stronger than the ones before."

Its voice echoed eerily in the corridor, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

At the dog's warning, John Wick and the others froze and took defensive positions, weapons raised, eyes scanning for any threat.

Only Deadpool looked excited.

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and launched himself forward like a red bolt of lightning.

Motivated by money, he moved with shocking speed, a streak of crimson tearing through the dark corridor.

Deadpool soon spotted two figures approaching — one elderly and one young.

The old man, tall and stern in a flowing black robe, radiated authority without even speaking. The younger man — Nobuyuki — was thin, pale, and carried a cold, merciless look in his eyes.

As the two prepared to draw their swords and attack, Deadpool abruptly raised his hand and shouted, "Wait, wait! Let me check something first!"

He pulled out his phone and began swiping through it rapidly.

Murakami and Nobuyuki paused, confused. They glanced at each other, uncertain what Deadpool was doing.

Deadpool's fingers moved rapidly across the screen as he muttered, "Nope, not you… not you either…"

Then he suddenly raised his phone and pointed at Murakami. "Found you! You're my 100 million-dollar bounty!"

Displayed on the screen was a photo of Murakami.

Murakami and Nobuyuki were dumbfounded by the declaration — until it became clear Deadpool was toying with them.

Nobuyuki's eyes blazed with fury as he gripped his blade tightly.

With a shout, he lunged forward — but Deadpool evaded the attack with a single fluid motion, disappearing and reappearing behind him.

"You're not my billion bucks," Deadpool teased. "My buddies will be here soon. Go find them."

He then slashed toward Murakami with a wild grin.

Nobuyuki, infuriated by the blatant disrespect, screamed, "Die!" and swung at Deadpool again.

Bang — a gunshot rang out.

Nobuyuki was forced to parry with his blade, barely redirecting the bullet.

He turned to see John Wick approaching, gun still raised.

"Let me handle him," John said coolly.

He moved in with quiet confidence — finally, a worthy opponent.

Wick's duel with Nobuyuki exploded into motion. Blades flashed, bullets flew. Nobuyuki used his ninja agility to evade John's precise gunfire, moving like a shadow.

John pressed forward, closing the gap, switching seamlessly between ranged and close-quarter techniques.

In one swift maneuver, he shot Nobuyuki's dagger clean out of his hand.

The two clashed barehanded beneath the moonlight, their movements fast and fluid, like dance and war combined.

Nobuyuki was fast and strong, but John Wick was relentless. He changed patterns constantly, keeping Nobuyuki off-balance.

Eventually, John overwhelmed him. Every punch, every block, every step was executed with ruthless precision.

Nobuyuki faltered, overwhelmed by Wick's experience and adaptability. With one final strike, John brought him down.

Breathing heavily, John walked over to Pietro, who had been spectating the whole time, and joined the others watching the remaining fight.

Elsewhere, Murakami was holding his ground against Deadpool.

At first, Murakami tried to overwhelm him with flawless swordsmanship, but Deadpool's chaotic, unpredictable fighting style matched him beat for beat.

While dodging and parrying, Deadpool kept up the jokes:

"You don't seem like a 100 million-dollar guy to me. Are you rusty?"

"Man, you're way too old to still be doing this."

"Oh wait, I get it — you're broke too, huh? Money, man. It vanishes faster than your ninjas."

Murakami, normally calm and composed, found himself growing increasingly furious. His strikes became more aggressive.

Suddenly, he launched a fierce flurry of slashes, forcing Deadpool on the defensive.

Lightning-fast, Murakami's blade almost connected — but Deadpool blocked it with his own weapon at the last second.

"Whoa! That's pretty slick," Deadpool said, grinning. "Guess you are worth the full price."

He twisted with the force of Murakami's attack and shoved him backward.

Murakami flipped through the air but landed on his feet.

Deadpool looked behind him. Pietro and the others were now gathered, watching silently. Nobuyuki was down.

Time to end it.

"Sorry, old man," Deadpool said. "I'm on the clock. I've got a 100 million dollars to claim."

The fight resumed, faster and more intense than before.

Deadpool's unconventional swordplay clashed against Murakami's masterful technique. Every strike was calculated, every parry inches from fatal.

Pietro and the others watched, entranced by the duel.

Then, Deadpool did something unexpected.

He slowed down — deliberately.

Murakami sensed an opening. Greedy for victory, he launched a wild, aggressive assault.

Right at the peak of his overconfidence, Deadpool struck.

His blade pierced Murakami's heart, clean and fatal.

Murakami froze, eyes wide in disbelief. He hadn't seen it coming.

He collapsed.

Deadpool didn't miss a beat.

He whipped out his phone, snapped a selfie next to Murakami's corpse, and threw up a double peace sign.

"Another one bites the dust. One of the Hand's top brass — toast."

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