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Chapter 670 The Spectacle of The Number 1 Assassin

Finally, with a newfound comprehension, Agent \'X\' raised his head towards Lenny, articulating his realization. "You sacrificed your arm to save your life. At the exact moment when the chainsaw cut through your hand, it also cut through the strap holding you down. At that exact moment, you wriggled out of the other strap and with an explosive force kicked against the ground to safety." There was a grudging respect in his voice, a recognition of Lenny\'s quick thinking and incredible resolve.

However, beneath his analytical exterior, a whirlwind of emotions churned within Agent \'X\'. His chuckle, a facade of composure, barely masked the frown etching deeper into his forehead. His fists clenched tightly, a physical manifestation of the inner turmoil he felt.

Envy was the most prominent emotion, a deep, gnawing feeling that stemmed from witnessing Lenny\'s extraordinary capability. Lenny was number 1 for a reason, and Agent \'X\' was painfully aware of the gap between them.

The ability to perform such physically impossible feats, to preserve life and complete the mission with such a unique touch, was Lenny\'s hallmark. It was a talent that Agent \'X\', despite all his skills and accomplishments, knew he couldn\'t match.

Fear was another emotion that flickered in the shadows of Agent \'X\'s mind. The fear wasn\'t for his own life but for the unpredictable and dangerous nature of a man like Lenny.

If Lenny could turn such a dire situation around in an instant, what else was he capable of? How does one strategize against an opponent who can adapt and overcome in ways that defy logic?

Anger simmered beneath the surface, a slow burn fueled by frustration and a sense of inadequacy. Agent \'X\' was used to being in control, to being one of the best, and Lenny\'s display was a challenge to that position. It was a reminder of the elusive gap that separated the extraordinary from the exceptional.

As all these emotions swirled within him, Agent \'X\'s gaze upon Lenny was one of complex acknowledgment.

There was respect for his abilities, envy for his unique skills, fear of his unpredictable nature, and anger at being reminded of his own limitations.

Lenny, in surviving and escaping in such a spectacular fashion, had unwittingly held up a mirror to Agent \'X\', reflecting both his strengths and his insecurities.

The tension in the room, thick with the unspoken rivalry between Lenny and Agent \'X\', was abruptly cut by the intervention of the Magistri. His voice, authoritative and unwavering, refocused the attention of everyone present. "Since Lenny Tales survived the slashing by the chainsaw, we shall now move on to the last question for this stage."

As if on cue, a surreal scene unfolded. Babies, clad in nothing but diapers, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. They moved about the room with an unnatural speed and efficiency, cleaning the bloodstains on the ground with a proficiency that belied their infantile appearance.

The bizarre spectacle of these babies diligently working to set the stage for the next phase of the game show was a stark reminder of the surreal and unpredictable world in which Lenny now found himself.

Lenny watched the flurry of activity, his expression one of mild bewilderment. Despite his extensive experiences and the oddities he had encountered in his life, the peculiarities of this game show still managed to surprise him. The ordinary laws of reality seemed to have no bearing here, where the extraordinary and the impossible were commonplace.

Once the cleaning was done, the babies replaced Lenny\'s chair with a new one. Everything was done with a mechanical precision that added to the otherworldly atmosphere of the event. Lenny, taking in the scene, felt a sense of resigned acceptance wash over him. He leaned into the new chair, feeling its solid presence beneath him, a small comfort in the midst of the chaos.

Surviving gun wounds and a chainsaw attack had taken a toll on him, but it also thrust him deeper into the mindset required to navigate this deadly game.

Life and death hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of each decision, each action. The game show, with its macabre twists and turns, was like walking a tightrope over an abyss. One wrong step, one moment of hesitation, and the fall could be fatal.

As Lenny settled into the chair, he steeled himself for what was to come. The last question of this stage loomed ahead, another challenge to face in this bizarre gauntlet of survival.

His mind was alert, his senses honed, ready for whatever the Magistri had in store. In this game where the stakes were life and death, Lenny was prepared to play his part, to face the odds and defy them, just as he had done time and time again.

The magistri saw lenny\'s reaction and gave a side smile. "The next question is a much simpler one." The magistri opened the paper in his hand and read aloud.

The Devil comes to do which of the following?

A. To kill,

B. To steal,

C. To destroy,

D. None of the above.

The question was spoken and just like every other time, Agent \'X\' made it to the Buzzer first. however, Lenny did not rush for the buzzer. after all, he was most confident that this time was not going to be like the last.

The magistri chuckled loudly as he turned to the camera, "Well, it seems like Agent \'X\' is more than ready to answer. We will get that answer after these commercial break..."

The Audience applauded loudly...