Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 159: Clean Killers. Dirty Truth

Blazren stood inside the Hero Association command room, fists clenched, jaw tight.

He stared at the screen in front of him—lists of names.

B-Rank. A-Rank. Missing.

More red marks every day.

Each name once belonged to a trained hero.

Now, all dead.

Blazren’s eyes narrowed. "That’s twenty-three in just a few days."

He turned to the side as another report was handed to him by a young officer.

"Another one, sir," the officer said quietly.

"A-Rank hero. Last seen near BD-4 ruins. No body found."

Blazren grabbed the file, flipped through it quickly, then slammed it down on the desk.

"Damn it!"

He shouted, making the others in the room jump.

The officer stepped back. "S-sir..."

Blazren growled. "They’re not missing. They’re dead. All of them."

He turned to the main wall screen and pointed to the map.

"They disappear, and what do we find? Burned gear. Blood. Sometimes nothing."

He looked around the room. "And every time someone does see something..."

He tapped the table sharply.

"They all say the same thing."

The officers stayed quiet.

Blazren spoke through gritted teeth.

"Girls. All women. Black and red suits. Fast. Precise."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect."

One officer raised a hand. "Sir, are we sure? They could be imposters."

Blazren snapped, "They’re not imposters."

He turned toward the display again.

"I knew it when they first appeared."

He grabbed a picture from the report and held it up.

It was grainy but clear enough.

Girls walking through a ruined alley.

The glow of red and black traced their suits.

"No one else moves like that. No one else uses those colors now."

Another officer said carefully, "Sir, what do we do?"

"We don’t even know how many they have."

Blazren looked down, silent for a moment.

Then he looked back up, furious.

"They’re hunting us. Piece by piece. And we’ve been too slow to react."

He slammed his fist on the table again.

"They’ve already taken out full squads. Not just one or two—entire teams!"

The officers in the room remained silent, tense under his voice.

Blazren paced the room now, his boots heavy on the floor.

"But," he added, voice lower, "I’ve also noticed something."

He stopped and looked at the board showing the names.

"Most of the missing heroes... they were the problematic ones."

The officers looked confused.

Blazren continued.

"The ones who caused trouble."

"The arrogant ones. The corrupt ones. The ones we had reports on."

One officer nodded slowly.

"You’re right... a lot of those listed had behavior complaints."

Blazren exhaled sharply.

"So in a twisted way, the Hero Association’s been cleaned... just a little."

"But don’t take that as good news," he snapped. "This is still bad. Very bad."

He turned to his team.

"This is no longer a minor threat. It’s an organized attack."

"I want all heroes to move in groups from now on. No more solo patrols."

An officer raised his hand. "Even A-Ranks?"

Blazren nodded. "Especially A-Ranks. They’re the main targets."

He pointed to another officer. "Call the Association. I want an emergency meeting."

"Yes, sir!"

Another voice called out from the other side of the room.

"Sir! We have something—live footage!"

Everyone turned.

A screen lit up.

A drone camera showed three figures moving through a ruined sector.

They moved fast, in perfect sync.

Black and red suits. All women.

"They’re here..." someone whispered.

Blazren stepped closer to the screen.

"Track their location. Now."

One of the officers typed quickly, checking the map.

"They’re in BD-5, sir," the officer said. "Near the edge of the broken tower zone."

Blazren paused, then frowned deeper.

"BD-5?" he muttered. "That’s..."

The officer nodded. "Yes, sir. That’s a villain-controlled area."

Blazren slammed his fist on the table again, making everyone flinch. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Damn it."

Another officer looked up. "Should we send backup, sir?"

Blazren’s voice came out sharp. "No. Ignore them for now."

The officers looked confused.

"But sir—"

"I said ignore them!" Blazren snapped.

"They’re in BD-5. That place is filled with illegal gangs and rogue beasts."

He turned away from the screen.

"If those girls want to wipe out villains, let them."

Another officer hesitated. "Even if they’re part of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Blazren gritted his teeth. "Yes. For now."

"If they’re killing scum in that zone, we save our strength."

"But the moment they step into a hero-controlled sector..."

His eyes narrowed, voice low.

"We strike hard."

The room went silent.

No one questioned him again.

Blazren stood still, burning with fury inside, but thinking clearly.

"They won’t stay in BD-5 forever," he said.

"And when they step out..."

"They’ll see what happens when the Hero Association gets serious."

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In the dark ruins of BC-4, inside an old factory, a group of villains sat around a broken table.

The walls were cracked, the lights flickering weakly.

A man with a scar across his face leaned forward.

"Anyone hear anything new?"

Another, thinner man with twitching fingers, nodded slowly.

"Yeah... more are missing."

A third, larger man with a thick voice growled, "Who now?"

"Goran’s crew. All five of them. Gone."

"What?" the big man stood up.

"Brogan had 5 A Rank subordinates with some strong abilities."

"They vanished last night," the thin man said.

"No word. No screams. Just gone."

The scarred man frowned. "This is the third crew this week."

A woman sitting on a crate nearby crossed her arms. "It’s not just us."

"What do you mean?" the big guy asked.

"Heroes too," she said. "I saw two A-Rank heroes dead near BD-6."

The room went quiet.

Scarface looked around. "So who’s doing this?"

The thin man whispered, "I heard a name... a group. They wear black and red."

The woman nodded. "Yeah. They move fast. All girls. No mercy."

"They’re not just killing villains," she added. "They’re killing heroes too."

"And beasts," the thin man said. "Anything."

The big guy sat back down, suddenly less confident.

"What the hell do they want?"

The scarred man looked down.

"They’re not here to play. They’re hunting."

The room stayed quiet, the only sound the hum of the dying light above them.