Harem Streamer System: Every Crime I Broadcast Wins Me a Superheroine - Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Assassination Logbook
The wind howled high above the unfinished skyscraper.

Nightwatch walked across the narrow steel arm of the construction crane as his boots tapped quietly on the rusted metal, one steady step after another.

His digital binoculars were still focused on the black luxury car far below.

He zoomed in to snap pictures in bursts.

The license plate, the driver, and most importantly… the man sitting beside Martha.

“I don’t get it…” ╮(￣ω￣;)╭

He lowered the binoculars and placed his hands on his hips as the wind pushed his hair back.

“Okay, I won’t lie — she did mention something about a guy she’s been seeing…”

He paced along the crane’s beam.

“But… well, like… she could’ve at least told me she’s got freedom from—”

He paused with a very bitter face. (⇀‸↼‶)

“Oh, right… I did kinda cuss her out a while back. So yeah, that’s fair.”

He stopped walking and stared blankly down at the swarm of cars.

His pale reflection glowed faintly in the glass of the crane’s steel cabin.

“Hnn. In the end, why should I care who she dates?”

He rubbed the back of his neck with the binoculars.

Now he just looked like a stray dog.

“She clearly has poor taste in men anyway.”

He folded the binoculars and tapped his temple.

A soft beep sounded, and a holographic screen flashed across his HUD.

A photo of the middle-aged man next to Martha.

“Hrmm… time to see who you are.”

His eyes narrowed as data on the man flooded out.

[Name: Curtis Knox]

[Age: 48 y/o]

[Nationality: British]

[Occupation: Chairman and CEO of Priority Solutions]

The same Priority Solutions that managed half the superhero industry.

The instant he saw it, his face twisted in disgust.

He dropped the binoculars like they were diseased.

“No way…” (￣ ￣|||)

A ‘this can’t be possible’ laugh left him as he covered his face with one hand.

“She’s actually dating him?”

He shook his head and laughed even more.

Now he just looked like a mental patient.

“The head of one of the biggest hero management conglomerates on Earth?”

His almost choked on his own words.

They were that hard to believe.

“The same company that filthy rat Vincent Lakewood works for… and the same bastards that tricked Maya into signing her career away.”

He dragged a hand down his face.

“Unbelievable.”

His communicator blinked softly.

It was an incoming message from Adira.

He didn’t answer.

“This can’t be happening…” (눈_눈)

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Meanwhile—

The dark warehouse was unwelcoming as usual.

Emma still hadn’t gotten used to it.

The flickering lamps, steel walls, and the constant hum of a generator somewhere behind them.

Gwen sat cross-legged on her chair, ropes tight around her body as she lightly tapped her foot and whistled.

Kaede’s eyes slowly cut toward her.

“Stop that.”

It felt like a teacher addressing a restless student.

Gwen blinked, unimpressed. (ー_ー゛)

“Like I’d lis—UGH!”

Her chair suddenly jerked sideways.

Dark Elf’s chair had deliberately slammed into hers.

The impact made Gwen’s breath hitch.

Dark Elf’s eyes were cold as usual.

“Are you an idiot?”

Her voice was flat, but her grip on the armrest looked ready to break metal.

Gwen scowled. “What’d I do?”

Dark Elf let out a sluggish sigh.

“You don’t want to get on her bad side. Trust me—it’s not worth it.”

“Pfft.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and looked away.

She was clearly not convinced.

Dark Elf leaned back and muttered under her breath.

“I swear this girl’s brain’s made of pudding.”

Then, with a low exhale, she said—

“She’s ranked tenth on the U.N. GSI’s list. Codename: Accel Blade. Her sword moves so fast, you don’t even realize you’re dead until your body catches up.”

“Kaede’s ranked tenth on the U.N. GSI list. I believe her codename was Accel Blade. Her sword moves so fast, you don’t even realize you’re until your body catches up.”

Emma’s eyes widened. Gwen froze.

Dark Elf kept going.

“Last time anyone saw her, she wiped out an entire peace conference in the Middle East. So don’t let the pink hair and the pretty face fool you — she’s dangerous.”

Still calm as a pond, Kaede slowly stroked her katana’s sheath with graceful fingers.

“You don’t have to praise me so much, Elf.”

Her tone felt a little teasing.

“From what Grave said, the only reason you’re ranked sixteenth is because you don’t take many jobs. On equal ground, you’d probably outrank me.”

Dark Elf gave a half-shrug. “So what’s your point?”

Her eyes opened — cool, half-lidded, emotionless.

“But still… I don’t see the appeal. Surrounding yourself with such mediocre company—”

“HEY—!” (╬ʘ益ʘ)

Gwen and Emma shouted at the same time.

They were also both glaring at her.

Kaede smiled faintly.

“Especially that one you call Nightwatch. Both you and Grave seem oddly fascinated by him. I can’t imagine he’d survive a single strike from me.”

Her fingers traced her blade.

“Then again, when I strike… it’s not really a fight. It’s an execution.”

The smile that came after wasn’t joyful.

It was chilling, the kind that crawled under your skin.

Gwen’s mouth went dry. Emma’s pulse spiked.

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

It was utterly disturbing.

That empty, lazy, and almost inhuman smile.

As well as those soulless eyes.

That was it for Emma.

“SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH!”

She thrashed in her chair and the sturdy ropes creaked under the strain.

“You lousy bitch! Do you really think I’ll let you threaten my boyfriend?! You’re insane if—”

Her words froze mid-shout.

Some quiet footsteps interrupted her.

『This feeling… it’s…』

Emma felt her body hook.

That was when Kaede’s eyes softened.

“He’s here.”

She bowed her head slightly.

Those footsteps…

It belonged to a tall, muscular, African man who was bald and dressed in a suit with a black overcoat.

Actually, his steps barely made a sound.

The only reason anyone even knew he was coming was because Trickshot was walking behind him like a rascal as he casually drank from his hip flask.

“Bahahaha! The blonde cutie’s back!”

Trickshot laughed and sauntered toward Gwen.

“Man, I like her. She’s got a nice rack.”

He licked his lips.

Dark Elf’s eyes instantly sharpened into slits.

“Don’t even think about it.”

He sneered.

“As if there’s anything you can do—”

That’s when the rope snapped.

Dark Elf had dislocated her wrists and tore herself free in a flash. Before Trickshot even blinked, the rope was looped around his throat and tightened like a noose.

“ACK—! WHEN DID—”

She yanked harder with eyes like a ferocious animal.

“Only Scott gets to touch her, bastard!”

Her voice was feral.

All the cold detachment was gone.

If you looked into her eyes you’d see a berserker and not a soulless potato couch.

Trickshot’s eyes bulged and foam gathered at his mouth as he clawed at the rope.

“HELP—ME—!”

But Kaede was already aware.

One blink, and her katana flashed like light.

The rope split into threads and fluttered to the floor.

The next instant, the blade’s tip rested neatly against Dark Elf’s throat.

Emma’s eyes widened.

“So fast… I didn’t even see it…”

She couldn’t see as fast as she could run—unless she was wearing her MegaCorp super suit with those high-tech goggles that accelerated her perception. But what felt strange was that Kaede’s movement didn’t seem like any kind of super speed or teleportation.

It just felt like Kaede had always been there.

Kaede’s gaze was calm. “Behave yourself.”

Then, a new voice entered.

Deep. Heavy. Controlled.

“Who said you could free yourself?”

King Cobra’s tone was terrifyingly polite as he shrugged off his overcoat and rolled up his sleeves.

His forearms were like cannons.

They were covered in so much veins that pulsed with an unnatural green light.

It was such a weird time to ask a question that Dark Elf almost didn’t realize it was directed at her.

But the bald man looked patient.

Dark Elf glared.

“I don’t need your permi—”

BLAAAM!

The punch hit like a cannon.

Her body bent backward from the impact and sent her flying into a pile of steel beams.

The sound boomed through the room like thunder.

Emma and Gwen turned to stone.

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

For a moment it was hard to believe it wasn’t a test dummy that got punched like that.

An unfazed Kaede tilted her head slightly.

“I’m surprised she survived that.”

Gwen swallowed hard.

“Who the hell is that guy…?”

Kaede looked down at her.

“King Cobra. One of Grave’s enforcers.”

Dark Elf groaned weakly from the cratered wall.

She was barely conscious.

『My head feels like a just took a mallet to the face…』

King Cobra walked over and gracefully adjusted his cuffs like a gentleman.

He crouched beside her, very much calm.

“Who gave you permission to move?”

It took Dark Elf a few minutes to respond.

She could feel her brain shifting around in her skull as though the punch liquefied it.

But King Cobra was very patient.

Finally, she spat blood and weakly whispered—

“I didn’t—”

BAM!

The next blow buried her head into the floor.

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

If one punch sounded like thunder.

What came after would be a storm.

A series of brutal punches straight to Dark Elf’s face.

Fist after fist.

Each one cracked the air like breaking stone.

It was like pounding Play-Doh with a pestle.

Her body jerked and twisted like she was having a seizure as her blood splattered across King Cobra’s fists again and again.

Emma and Gwen could only watch in horror.

Tears filled their eyes.

If they tried to count how many times he had hit her they’d be spewing their guts.

Blood splattered across the earth, the walls, his sleeves.

But King Cobra didn’t flinch once.

When it was done, the ground had a crater deep enough to swallow a person whole.

He wiped his knuckles with a clean kerchief, then tilted Dark Elf’s head up with two fingers.

“You have such a pretty face. Tsk… a shame.”

He took a picture with his phone.

“I’ll add this to my scrapbook.”

Then he stood and tucked his phone away as if nothing had happened.

“Come on…”

He dusted off his suit jacket.

“We’ve wasted enough time. Mister Grave wants the mother captured before dawn.”

Kaede and Trickshot followed in silence.

They left the girls and a battered Dark Elf.

Finally, Gwen got a chance to cry.

“Elf… are you…”

She sobbed painfully.

“I’m… fine…” Dark Elf weakly responded.

The fact they even got a response shocked the ladies.

But Gwen and Emma still didn’t know what to do.

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Curtis leaned back in his seat.

The traffic was still very much present.

But at least they could step it down with soft jazz from the stereo.

Curtis pressed a small silver button on the console.

A hidden compartment slid open from the backseat panel to reveal an expensive bottle of scotch resting neatly beside two crystal glasses, red napkins folded elegantly, and a few polished utensils.

Curtis reached in with ease.

He poured the amber liquor into both glasses.

“For you, my dear.”

He handed one glass over, then flashed a charming smile that could melt any boardroom.

Martha smiled back, a little flustered.

“Ooooh, how nice…”

She reached for the glass, but just before her fingers could touch it, her hand hesitated.

She folded back mid-air.

Curtis tilted his head slightly.

“Is something the matter?”

He chuckled and shook the bottle.

“I promise I didn’t drug it. You’re worth the wait.”

Martha quickly shook her head, embarrassed.

“Ah—no, no… well, yes.”

She gave a soft nervous laugh and pointed at the drink.

“I’m not exactly allowed by the hospital to touch alcohol for now, so, uh… I’ll have to say no.”

She looked away and her hands rubbed her shoulders as if to ease the awkwardness.

Curtis only chuckled.

Without losing his head, he emptied the scotch into the glass holder beside him, reached into the small cooler below, and pulled out a fruit juice carton.

“Then why don’t we go old school, hm?”

He poured a neat glass of juice.

Martha reached for it again—only for Curtis to playfully slap her hand.

“Ah-ah…”

He teased with a gentle wag of his finger.

“I said old school… you’ll be having water, dear.”

Martha blinked, then frowned at him tenderly.

“Oh, come on!”

Her gentle punch to his shoulder drew a laugh from him.

Soon they were both laughing.

Martha leaned against his shoulder, still giggling as she tried to calm down.

But when the laughter died down, their eyes met—softly, and for a bit too long to feel normal.

For a few seconds, everything went quiet.

They both cleared their throats, sat up a little straighter, and quickly looked away.

Up above, on the edge of a construction crane—

Nightwatch’s binoculars clicked into focus.

His brow twitched. (눈_눈)

“I can’t believe this…”

He sounded so bitter.

His frown was so deep he looked like a goblin forced to watch a rom-com.

He lay belly-flat on the cold metal beam with his arms crossed over the binoculars.

“Why the hell is she touching his suit? Oh, now she’s interested in fabric? Women… please.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t stop watching.

At that point he didn’t even realize he was on stream.

He adjusted his position to make himself comfortable.

“This is like one of those cheesy movies you’d never watch as a guy, but the moment your eyes land on it you’re hooked till the end. Not because it’s good, but because you just want to see how it ends.”

Below, the car was crawling through traffic.

Curtis and Martha kept talking—casually, gently. About her degree in finances. About how she didn’t want to go back into modeling. About her plans to start something smaller, something more personal.

Curtis nodded between sips of juice, his tone sincere.

“You could help out at Priority Solutions, you know. We could always use someone with brains and heart.”

That made Martha smile again—genuinely.

“You’re too kind.”

Nightwatch sighed from above.

“Oh, great, now she’s smiling at him. That’s wonderful. Just absolutely wonderful.”

They kept talking.

Curtis asked about her kids.

He mentioned he only had a daughter and that he didn’t mind helping her with hers.

Martha laughed softly but then lowered her eyes.

That look always disgusted him.

She always looked so ashamed whenever she was asked about her kids.

『I knew it… she hasn’t changed…』

His lower lip trembled.

Martha took a deep breath and looked at Curtis.

“To be honest, I’m not sure my kids even want to be in my life anymore.”

That made Nightwatch’s frown fade.

His grip on the binoculars loosened a little.

She talked about Scott—about how smart he was, how he’d always been different.

About his inventions, his stubbornness, his dreams.

How she failed to raise him the right way.

She even mentioned Scottie, how talented she was.

And for a while, Nightwatch just listened.

The sound of her voice through his earpiece felt… odd.

It wasn’t the voice of a mother from memory—it was softer, older, tired.

He smiled faintly.

An hour passed, and the traffic hadn’t budged much.

Martha and Curtis were still chatting like old friends rediscovering something.

Nightwatch sat up as his legs dangled off the beam.

He was much calmer now.

When the cars finally began to move again, he reactivated his grappling hooks and flung himself across rooftops to keep perfect pace with the vehicle.

But exhaustion started creeping in.

He landed on another building, folded his binoculars, and clipped them to his belt.

“I really don’t get it…” ╮( ˘ ､ ˘ )╭

He rubbed his temples.

“Grave made all that talk about Mom being next, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.”

His sounded so blatantly irritated.

“I’ve got drones scanning the city. I’m sure this isn’t some sort of distraction.”

He groaned and dragged his hands down his face.

“Ughhh… this is so confusing.”

He sounded like a frustrated kid being forced to solve calculus.

The car below sped up—traffic had finally cleared.

“Wait a minute…”

He blinked.

“What if they’re already here… just waiting for the right moment?”

His pulse spiked.

He zoomed in with his lenses.

Free highway, no blockages. Just open road.

Then it hit him.

“NO! NO! NO!”

Nightwatch’s eyes widened.

He looked around frantically.

Across the city, on a rooftop far from them, Trickshot sat in a foldable chair, cigar burning between his teeth as he tinkered with his custom sniper.

Kaede stood beside him, arms crossed over her modest chest, with a plain face.

“Can you be quick? Grave said we could either kill or capture her. As I see it, she’s not as important as the others so maybe that’s why she’s the only one with that option. Either way, it’s meant to break Nightwatch’s focus.”

She sighed softly and lowered her head.

“Then again, I don’t need such tricks for him.”

Silent in the corner, King Cobra flipped another page of his thick self-motivation book.

Trickshot grinned, wiping a hand across his mouth.

“Heheheh… I’m gonna shoot the bitch.”

He settled the rifle on the bipod, brushed his messy hair aside to reveal his cybernetic eye.

The targeting system whirred as it zoomed across the long range and locked instantly on Martha.

“God, I love technology.”

He took a swig of whiskey.

Back in the city sky, Nightwatch was already swinging from building to building with desperation.

His mind was racing.

“This is bad! If it’s Trickshot, he’s not gonna miss! And if Grave’s pulling strings, that means the magnetic rounds are already calibrated to the car’s frame!”

It all made sense now.

The “right time” was when traffic ended.

So none of the other cars would interfere with the magnetic field around the bullet.

He fired another grappling hook.

“Come on, where is it!? Where’s it coming from!?”

His eyes darted right. Nothing. Left. Nothing.

He spun midair, desperate.

“COME ON!”

And then—Trickshot smirked as his finger tightened on the trigger.

“Alright, it’s showtime.”

He fired.

The magnetic sniper roared.

BOOOOM!

So powerful the entire rooftop shuddered.

Trickshot grunted from the recoil.

The bullet sliced through the air as it ferociously screamed at impossible speeds!

It was magnetically drawn straight for the luxury car.

Nightwatch’s instincts exploded.

He felt the air split.

Without thinking, he launched his grappling hook at a crane and spun around it like a slingshot—

“Good!”

The cable wrapped tight.

He yanked against it to skillfully propel himself downward at terrifying speed.

Now he was like a human rocket.

The car gleamed under the moonlight.

The bullet was inches away—

Nightwatch’s fist met it midair.

CLANG!

The bullet shattered off-course as it sparked against another vehicle and sliced its hood clean open.

[Oooo, GET IN! FUCKIN’ GET IN!! 🔥🔥]

[How much more GOATED can bro be FFS!]

[Nightwatch the typa guy to punch a bullet mid-air]

[How can a bullet even move that fast bruh… 💀]

ㄴ [Most of the stream has been muted, but that shot has Trickshot written all over it. He probably used his magnetic powers to increase the velocity of the bullet. Probably sum like a magnetic rail gun.]

[I wish Trickshot was a girl. Something about a chick with a gun feels so right.]

ㄴ [HOW? 💀]

ㄴ [The handjobs go crazy…]

Nightwatch hit concrete hard, but caught the edge of a flyover bridge with one arm.

“Gah—! That hurt!”

He blew on his bruised knuckles.

“Trickshot!”

Up above, Trickshot blinked, then chuckled low.

“Ahh, shit… the bastard’s on to us.”

He took another gulp of whiskey and began dismantling the rifle.

King Cobra closed his book with a heavy thud.

“Spread out. This shouldn’t be difficult.”