Blood spread from the floor, like blooming bloody flowers, adding a touch of enchantment to this chilling scene.
Ye Gengyi did not look at Mark Spencer who was lying on the ground. Instead, he walked to the door, listened carefully for a moment, and shouted at a slightly higher volume:
"Mr. Spencer!"
Swish swish——
The originally low and slow footsteps in the corridor suddenly became rapid.
Immediately afterwards, a disheveled, dark face appeared in front of the door.
"Mr. Kanter! I just heard gunshots..."
It seemed that the afterglow of the dinner party had not faded, and the visitor's speech was still a little unclear.
Until he walked into the room and saw the miserable situation here, his eyes widened and his face turned pale in an instant, and he stammered and asked:
"What...what's going on? Who did it..."
His voice was full of panic and anxiety. His eyes only stayed on Ye Gengyi, who was disguised as Kanter, for a moment, and then he quickly moved away and scanned the room, trying to find the murderer.
Ye Gengyi didn't respond. He listened quietly to the movement outside the corridor. After confirming that the sound insulation here was really good, he stepped forward.
There was a "boom" sound.
The side of the triangular thorn briefly reflected an electromagnetic amplified white light, and the sharp blade cut through the darkness like a bolt of lightning, slanting downwards and upwards, piercing the black officer's gun-holding arm without any fancy, until it penetrated the opponent's neck.
Not to mention parrying, there was no time for even a subconscious reaction.
The black officer was thrown to the ground by the powerful force, and the impact made the penetrating injury become more tragic in an instant.
"Well...Why..."
Blood filled with disgusting steam poured out of his mouth, and this vague and hoarse word was mixed in, as if questioning and shocking Kanter's betrayal.
Ye Gengyi did not pull out the military thorn, and looked at the other party calmly without any pity or sympathy in his eyes, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He kicked away the gun that fell next to the black officer, walked slowly to the sofa nearby, and leaned slightly sideways on it:
"Don't you understand? This is all for Mr. Timothy."
There seemed to be a kind of helplessness in his voice, which contrasted with the emotionless emotion in his eyes, showing a kind of contradictory weirdness.
Ye Gengyi turned his head, so that the black officer could see that he was looking at Mark Spencer's body, and continued to display that complicated state, saying:
"I have to ensure that Mr. Timothy is safe and that he is no longer in any danger."
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, making people feel suffocated.
Ye Gengyi fanned the air in front of him with his hand. After realizing that it seemed of no use, he walked to the window and opened it.
A cold wind roared in, slightly blowing away the smell of blood in the room.
He stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the angry black officer.
"..."
Tick tock, tick tock...
Time keeps passing.
"Uh...uh...uh..."
A slight moan grew fainter from deep in his throat.
In less than a minute, the black officer passed out completely.
Ye Gengyi stretched his body and came to the side of the black officer. At the cost of enduring the uncoordinated bioelectricity, he used nano-robots to leave a trace of the triangular thorn on the side of the triangular thorn that he had intended to use his arm to cushion the thorn slightly. vitality.
Of course, it's just a glimmer of life.
After all, if the clues are too real, they will inevitably be suspected of forgery. There must always be some coincidence. Even if it fails, having video as evidence is enough...
After taking back the nanorobot, Ye Geng took a breath and left the room.
Half an hour later, an explosion occurred in the building's underground parking garage.
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It's 5 o'clock in the morning.
The border between dawn and night.
A glimmer of light came on, and the sky turned a faint fish-belly white.
Scattered crowds began to appear on the streets.
They may stroll alone, or go for a morning jog in groups of one or two.
Looking down from a high altitude, the faces of pedestrians appear particularly blurry, as if their outlines were diluted by the faint mist.
Set your sights near Azuma Bridge in Sumida Ward, Tokyo.
A man wearing black clothes and covering the upper half of his face with the brim of his hat quietly came to the floating tank on the other side of the Sumida River.
Kevin Yoshino does not consider himself a rigorous person. Although he has always treated every mission with a professional attitude when he was in the military, when he faced the target in the scope today, the sharpness and determination in his eyes once again Becoming erratic...
Not far away is a hill of rubbish and debris carried by the waves.
The environment was filled with all kinds of smells. An ordinary person would have covered his mouth in disgust, but Kevin Yoshino seemed to take a few heavy breaths to relieve the pressure in his heart.
Suddenly, the figure of Timothy Hunter holding a sniper rifle appeared in front of the sliding door of the building's balcony in the scope.
The habit he had developed over the years made Kevin Yoshino quickly adjust his posture and subconsciously aimed the gun at Timothy Hunter's head.
"..."
boom!
The sound of gunfire echoed in the silent air, breaking the original tranquility. However, the bullet did not hit the target, but was embedded in the door panel of the building.
In the scope.
Timothy Hunter's body froze, then he ran out without hesitation, raised his gun in one coherent motion, aimed at the target next to the buoyancy tank, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
boom!
Two gunshots rang out almost at the same time, and Timothy Hunter fell into the room. The back of his head hit the edge of the table, and his body slipped weakly and fell to the floor.
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News of the explosions and gunfire spread like wildfire.
After receiving the report, Memu Shisan, one head and two adults, had just finished assigning tasks to Shiratori Rensaburo. Not long after each led a team of people to the scene, a large number of media reporters came after hearing the news.
Fortunately, not everyone is as casual as the detective, and the cordon still plays a certain deterrent role after all.
The body inside the exploded car in the underground parking lot requires further examination by forensic officers.
With the case of Carlos Lee being murdered, Mu Mu13 originally thought this was another revenge against Mark Spencer.
His idea was not wrong, but when he saw Mark Spencer's body with his own eyes, he was still shocked.
Dead, dead...
Mark Spencer's body fell on the floor outside the suite. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible.
The surrounding air was filled with a thick smell of blood. Combined with the bullet holes that smashed into the opponent's cheek, just a glance at it made people feel a strong discomfort in their stomachs.
Even Mumu Shisan, who was used to seeing this scene, was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses.
(End of chapter)
