Chapter 976 - A Satisfactory Outcome
Landon watched everything and secretly sighed from relief.
Even though Winnie received a few hits, she could still have everything under her control, as she continuously 'guided' the assassins.
Looking at the fight, he also assessed the potential of these assassins.
One should know that currently, Baymard received hundreds of spies and sometimes assassins who stream in and out daily.
Of course, Landon was always known of their presence, thanks to the system.
As for why he had overlooked their arrival, it was just a matter of convenience.
Like he said, hundreds of spies rolled in and out weekly.
So keeping tabs on everyone would mean that he would probably stare at the system's monitors all day.
That's why he developed the habit of checking everything by the end of the week only.
He typically only checked things out if a large number of spies or enemies arrived all at once.
Of course, this in itself was tricky.
The system basically detected spies, assassins or enemies by their wave fluctuations of emotions
Those carrying too much murderous intent, those who acted differently from the rest and so on... Everything was noticed, as nothing could be hidden from the system.
Now, it was up to Landon to check things out.
But because he was always busy as hell, he made a schedule for that.
It was impossible to do it every day.
Besides, he had much confidence in the Baymardians.
So they should and would be able to handle things without him.
If he kept babysitting them forever, then they wouldn't grow.
He had never gotten involved with these matters and allowed them to do their thing.
Just like the batch of assassins that came in when he was away, he didn't need to do or mention anything because the option guards had already dealt with them.
Soon, he would be leaving Baynard and starting his mission of travelling from Continent to continent.
So, where did he have the time to step into these matters constantly?
He decided to only step in if and only if a victim was moments away from losing their life.
Before that, he hoped that the soldiers, guards, police officers, firefighters and so on, could do their job regardless of what it was.
So unless necessary, he would never step in.
The last time he was involved with handling spies was sometime last year.
And now, the Baymardians didn't need his assistance anymore.
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As for all Assassins and spies here, Landon truly felt bad for them.
Why?
Because since Baymard's existence, none had ever succeeded.
Baymard held a record for making assassins and spies who made their moves disappear into thin air.
One thing to note was that not all spies were bad per se.
Some came here to observe the market, estimate and come up with various methods on how to get things done in their own cities or towns, while others even kept tabs on books and whatnot.
Even some famous jesters came over from time to time to spy at Baymard's comedy act and take notes.
It depends on what the spy wanted to do.
Of course, even within this particularly harmless group of spies, some still got greedy and jealous as they tried to sabotage the Baymardians.
And over the years, they had been caught one by one.
As for the assassins... in all honesty, if the killers wanted a chance of victory, they needed to upgrade their tools and tech.
That's right!
Many of their problems couldn't be solved with ancient methods anymore.
Assassins here, we're used to climbing stone-like walls and buildings with tiny crevices here and there, allowing one to ascend as if rock climbing.
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Here in Baymard, the surfaces of buildings and walls were never so smooth, making climbing easier.
Even homes made with wood were also irregular, as they didn't make their boards as flat as planks.
Back to the matter of stone walls, the assassins could climb up many floors and sneak through windows.
They could also climb building roofs and run from roof to roof if need be.
But over here, the structures and buildings made it near-impossible to do what they typically did.
How exactly were they supposed to climb very tall, smooth cement walls?
Of course, they could also latch a hook to the other end of a ripe and throw them up the wall, hoping it would catch on.
But that would only be possible if they were trying to get through a 2-story wall or building.
Anything higher, and they weren't sure they could throw to that height.
Another thing was the risk of the anchored hook getting noticed or seen.
Another thing that irritated them was glass buildings.
How exactly were they supposed to scale them?
They had no tools that could make them stick to the side of the glass while ascending.
They needed 'Mission Impossible' type of tools, where they would scale glass buildings at will.
In short, many times, their only option, once they got to Baymard, was to sneak in through the front of many buildings because to their knowledge, there was just no other way.
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For them, the only thing that made them a little pleased was the fences around.
At least, those were available.
It was just that since no one had ever escaped Baymard's clutches, the incoming assassins and spies had no idea how the Baymardians actually captured the others.
Everything was a mystery, and no one even knew the depth of Baymard's security.
Additionally, their weapons got taken.
So now, they had to think hard about several creative ways to do their jobs.
That's why things were harder for them, as Baymard was now a nightmare place to many.
Fighting against tear gas, bullets, installable walls and buildings, electric fences, lack of accurate information, and many other things were just a few concerns out of the many.
In short, their usual ways of dealing with things wouldn't work here unless they upgraded their tech.
Plus, in all honesty, Landon would never let them succeed.
Maybe things would eventually happen when he was no longer in this world.
But until his death, he would keep his promise of making Baymard a complete haven for many.
Seeing that Winnie had handled everything smoothly, Landon closed his monitor in satisfaction.
With that, his mind drifted towards his main missions again.
Tomorrow, he'll start his plans.