The men didn't dare move.

When did he come back?!

It had been years since they last saw him, and they had even thought he must have been dead.

But no.

He was very much alive and worse than ever.

Ice.

"Such mischievous people," Ice was mumbling, "I go on a holiday for a while and they sprout like mushrooms all over."

He looked at the two rows of men, squatting on the floor, their hands placed on top of their heads. They were actually shivering, not daring to disobey Ice at that moment. Those who had tried to fight were all dead.

They weren't wimps. Not really.

They would have fought. Really.

The problem was, the way those that died … it was just too gruesome. And weird. Ice looked at them, and they froze. They actually just stood there, not moving an inch while Ice took out this bad-ass sword and started to slice at them.

One by one.

A sword!

Since when did Ice use a sword?!

The movements were so fast that it was a blur and when it was over, their clothes were completely shredded and the skin was full of cuts.

They were still alive, but perhaps it was better if they weren't.

Initially, one could see thousands of cuts on the bodies before the blood started flowing freely. It covered every inch of their bodies, making it seem like they were wearing clothes made of blood.

Yet, they just stood there - screaming - until they bled to death. Once dead, their lifeless bodies would slump onto the floor.

Those screams had been piercing and haunting, causing all those who heard it, go cold with fear.

Worse, after each person was sliced as such, Ice could actually be heard mumbling, "No, not this way. Perhaps like this …"

They were being used for practice.

It was down to just the five of them now.

Every single person that had been in the building had been eliminated.

The ones that were squatting at that moment were the higher-ups and each of them had already soiled their pants. Not that the smell bothered anyone, for the smell of smoke from the burning building behind Ice covered any sort of smell.

Ice squatted down to look at them and tapped the ground with his sword.

"Just what were you thinking?" he asked the first one, staring at him in the face.

The guy just started blubbering then, not making any coherent sentence and Ice rolled his icy-blue eyes before swinging that sword and a head flew out. It went up a few meters before landing right in front of the guy on the furthest left, causing him to fall into a dead faint.

Ice turned to see that fallen guy and tsked. He then flicked his wrist and several projectiles flew out, embedding itself on the neck, chest and right in the middle of the forehead.

The guy died without even waking up.

Perhaps that was the best way to die.

Ice got up, and to the remaining guys, it was like the Devil Incarnate doing so. It was as if it was in slow-motion, the dark figure of Ice with the burning building behind him. All they could see was his silhouette and those ice-cold blue eyes.

The remaining guy's heads were whacked one after another, with ice shouting, "Didn't you get the memo? No drugs!! Only weapons!"

"Who gave you the balls to try and smuggle the drugs in the weapons?!" he hissed.

Before anyone knew it, Ice had grabbed one guy by the throat. The guy was clutching at the hand that gripped his throat like a vice and he gurgled, "Whose idea was this?"

The guy mumbled something, which could not be heard by the others.

Once his lips stopped moving, Ice broke his neck and threw him into the burning building.

Kyle looked up briefly, noting the sirens that were flashing in the distance. He had only another two minutes before the firetrucks came. Plenty of time.

When the authorities finally arrived, they were shocked at the scene.

It was like a warzone.

Burning building. Dead bodies. Some mutilated beyond recognition. Some just dead without any source of injury to the naked eye.

The firemen closed their eyes to the bodies lying about and concentrated on putting out the fire. In the meantime, in some distance, one lone figure on top of a tree was watching them.

Kyle sat on the tree branch, one leg swinging while he cleaned his sword, making sure that there was no blood left on the blade before sheathing it.

He sighed.

He did not like using the sword but he felt that he ought to improve his skills in it. He had been extremely lucky with Donnie and he did not want to face the day that he may lose in such a fight.

He wasn't going to actually use it though. He merely wanted to be able to have the skill and knowledge of fighting a person who was using one. Kyle decided that the weapons he had used to counter Donnie had been good. He had sent the feedback to MIB regarding what he wanted and the weaknesses he had observed.

It was a good thing that Big Bro Nic had these vermins to clean up. There were many more other places to visit and destroy, once Kyle got proper evidence that they were dealing.

For the next three days, the police were faced with such a scene in several key areas. They didn't really investigate whole-heartedly, mainly because all those areas were known to be places that were involved with illegal activities.

However, they never could get the evidence needed.

The fact that it had been completely annihilated indicated internal strife and the police weren't stupid enough to meddle with that. They certainly did not want to be targetted next, and they were more than happy to let it be.

Word got out.

Ice was back.