Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Trap

Sneer-

The sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh rang out.

It was very small in this somewhat noisy scene, but it was very clear to the man's ears.

Because.

The dagger was stabbed into his chest.

Small, carefully looking but not immature hand, holding the pitch-black handle lightly, the dagger inserted into the man's chest half of the root submerged, she pinched the black handle, along the direction of the clock, extremely cruel stirring.

Blood seeped out of the wound and in two seconds it sprinted into a stream, instantly staining the shirt covered by the suit red.

The man's dilated pupils reflected the little girl's flushed face.

The little girl smiled with her hair scattered, this smile was not innocent at all, her eyes were empty, there was nothing but bloodthirsty pleasure, her blood-spattered face had the sickly red of a drug addict, hideous like a ghost.

The man was a civil servant and writer, and he couldn't stand the pain of his heart being crushed, and he lost his life when his eyes were open, and his throat only came with two dying "ho-ho" sounds.

He was dead, but he was still standing eerily.

The little girl shrank and buried herself in his right shoulder.

The corpse fell backwards crookedly.

"Bang--"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed the corpse's shoulder.

At the same time, the second door opened, and under the car, the bright red lights of the toy car flashed more and more rapidly, and with a "drop" sound, a violent and sudden explosion shook the entire ground, and several figures rolled out of the car like a spring in the second before the explosion, and rushed out of the fire wave.

Waves of air mixed with fire and steel shards raged before and after.

A small toy car, the shell is wrapped in a bomb with a power comparable to the strength of a ton of gunpowder!

"Quick! protect His Highness'!!"

It's a trap!

From the moment he almost bumped into the little girl, the whole thing was calculated, in order to kill the trap of the crown prince Ji Ming'an!

It is no wonder that the soldiers who drove the first car, the captain of the guards who had escorted the prince for many years, experienced countless assassinations, and were extremely vigilant, all reduced their precautions against this little girl.

You know, even if it's a suburb, this is the capital!

This is the capital!

This sense of security for the boundaries of their own base camp made everyone subconsciously relax, dispelled the first layer of defense, and also allowed the original convoy of more than a dozen cars, in order not to disturb the people, to carry the visiting officials into several parts and go to the palace from different roads.

No one would have thought that they would do it in the capital that no one dared to involve even in the reform of the most murderous era of assassination!

In the imperial city, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are six important military lands, and one of them is not far from here!

Even at the moment of the assassination, they still couldn't believe that the killer would intercept them in such a bloody and untechnical way as touching porcelain in this place - back to basics, the simpler and more flawed the way, the less it would arouse their vigilance, and the more effective it would be.

What a ploy!

What's more, the performances of these people can be called the level of the actor and actress.

The moment the car rushed down the slope, the car in the little girl's hand fell, her face was pale, and she looked ten out of ten frightened.

No one pays attention to the toy that falls on the floor.

The middle-aged woman changed from a moment of love and helplessness to a frightened look, accompanied by a scream of emotional fear, like a mother who is facing the danger of her child's life should react. Put it in a TV movie, it's enough to applaud.

And the man's performance, the frightened face, the slightly obese body running at a speed that seemed to exceed the limit, is also what a father should be.

There are no flaws in everything, and it is reasonable enough.

After the first car stopped, anyone breathed a sigh of relief, including the captain of the guard who was driving, and the two people sitting in the back compartment.

It was impossible for the driver to get out of the car, and in the back compartment, one was a guard, and the other was an interpreter.

To appease the little girl and her parents, and not leave negative news for the crown prince, it is only natural that a diplomat-skilled translator will negotiate.

What I didn't expect was that this happened to fall for someone else's poisonous scheme.

If it was the captain of the guard who got out of the car, or even the team member who was also in the back compartment, the vicious eyes that he had experienced on the battlefield would only need to glance at it, and he would not let go of any unusual clues.

However, the translator is just an ordinary person, no matter how good he is, he is only a civilian, he has never been on the battlefield, and he rarely faces sinister fights, he has experienced the most urgent situation, and he only forgot words in the process of simultaneous translation when he was young.

So he couldn't find anything, including the toy car, the little girl who didn't speak, and the fact that she groped for something under the cover of her hair.

Until the whole sharp dagger pierced the translator's heart, he didn't find out when there was an extra dagger in the hand of the harmless little girl.

The rear of the first car was rotten.

The guards who had shot at the girl earlier were already outside the car and were almost overturned by the air wave erupting from behind.

At this moment, the little girl leaped up from the corpse she used as a shield, and pounced fiercely at the soldier wearing the steel helmet, and instead of drawing the dagger from the corpse's chest, she touched her hand into her long messy hair, and then held the pitch-black sharp cone in her hand.

It turned out that her hair was scattered, and it turned out that she was hiding her weapon.

The little girl's thin body jumped extremely high against the laws of physics, so that her short body occupied a condescending advantage in the face of a 1.8-meter soldier.

"Damn it!"

The soldier slammed on the ground in the air wave, "Protect Your Highness!!" he roared, his body bounced into the air by the reaction force, twisted his waist, and his body flipped over violently, facing the little girl's sharp blade, and kicked out with the force of the rollover.

The awl in the little girl's hand was kicked out by the hard military boots, and the soldier's other leg whipped it like a whip.

It's like a scorpion flicking its tail.

She couldn't avoid it, and was kicked in the chest and abdomen.

"Bang!"

The size of the seven or eight-year-old child was too thin, and the little girl's whole body was kicked upside down, and her body slammed into the other ground, and one arm was under it, and with a click, it twisted into a strange angle.

Even a broken rib.

"Ahh

The first time she opened her mouth, people felt a full sense of disobedience.

The soldier instantly understood - where was this seven or eight-year-old girl, clearly the screaming voice of a mature woman.

Midget!

It's a dwarf!

Soldiers are no strangers to this kind of monster that looks like a child on the outside, but has the physical strength and mind of an adult inside.

There are quite a few international groups that collect dwarfism, children born with physical disabilities, and all sorts of other similar weirdos.

They train these people specifically.

These children have been indoctrinated with distorted thoughts by the organization since they were young, and they have grown up in a cruel environment like a black case, and their humanity has been annihilated.

When they reach adulthood, they are sold to other places as cold tools, ruthless, good at disguise, taking advantage of people's sympathy and attitude towards subconsciously relaxing their guard to disguise and assassinate.

These people do not have normal values, they are domesticated and have a cold heart, and they are only left with the instinct to kill like beasts, which is hardly enough to be called human.

When he had not yet become the prince's guard, he had seen many of these people on the mission battlefield.

Unexpectedly, this first time he was assassinated in the capital, and he met them on a narrow road.