Everything happens quietly.

Silently, something changed.

Then, as if a thunderclap exploded, Lawrence, the A-class administrator of the 'Shelter', was caught off guard.

Lawrence, who has always been gentle and showy, has a blue face at the moment, and his usually smiling eyes are full of coldness.

After Sean was accidentally killed, he directly ordered Clark and Litus to kill Aitdermon.

'Brotherhood'?

Lawrence knows it.

When Wallen, Quake, Clive, Edison, Jones, and Rodney died, he knew about the formation of the 'Brotherhood', because it was his order that Clark and Litus chose to join in the first place.

If you want to use the so-called grief and indignation to move people's hearts, the idea is very good.

But it was too late.

Aitdermon, you've let me down so much.

It's really a pity that it really fell to the point of realizing it at the last moment.

This is Lawrence's seemingly regretful exclamation when he knows about the 'Brotherhood'.

However, such an exclamation only existed in the moment before Sean's death!

When Lawrence learns that Sean is dead, that exclamation turns to anger.

He understands that Aether Dermon knows that he will send someone, and it will most likely be Sean, so this is designed by Edmond from beginning to end, in order to kill Sean.

Lawrence, who instantly understood what was going on, was furious.

There is a good tool Sean was killed, but more of it was his miscalculation.

Moreover, this is the second time he has miscalculated on Aitdemon.

This made Lawrence unbearable.

So, Lawrence directly gave the order to kill Ett Damund.

And now, it has been more than 5 minutes since Clark and Litus acted, and the information that should have been sent back has not been sent......

Clark and Litus have failed!

Although Lawrence didn't know what was happening, the outcome of the defeat was certain.

"Etdemund, Atdemond ......"

"You've impressed me again."

Lawrence muttered.

Then, a playful smile appeared on the corner of Lawrence's mouth again.

His anger had already vanished with the complete defeat of the game, and there was only a faint excitement as he looked forward to opening the third game with Ett Demon.

Once in the first game, he won.

In the second game, he lost.

Then?

In the third game, it was naturally going to make Aitdemont even more painful.

Last time, Aitdemund left Angcheng in discouragement, eating and waiting for death.

This time, he wants to make Aitdemund worse than dead, and he will suffer every day.

"'Brotherhood'?"

Lawrence squinted slightly.

Aitdermon used the 'Brotherhood' to break the game, and of course he had to use the 'Brotherhood' to make the game.

The widows and relatives of Valen, Quake, Clive, Edison, Jones, and Rodney, if you don't make good use of such a useful chess piece, I'm really sorry for Ett Dermon for doing so much effort.

Almost instantly, Lawrence had thought of a number of plans that would make Ettmund miserable.

He didn't pick and choose, but was ready to use them one by one.

For example, the son of Quake and the son of Rodney were abducted and placed in secret places at the east and west ends of Ngong City, and the bombs were naturally tied to their bodies, and then let Aitdemund choose to know whose whereabouts.

Then, after attacking Valen's pregnant wife, let Aitdermon choose whether to keep the big or the small.

Clive's girlfriend has an accident and is a good choice for a group of drunken and daring thugs.

Edison's parents were too old and kind, so it was good to let them get into a car accident.

Jones's sister, young, energetic, tough, not bad, but impulsive, if I told her it was all because of Ett Dammon...... A good show is about to be staged.

However, this is only the beginning of the second inning.

The real highlight is, of course, for Aitdemund to watch the entire city come to an end!

Thinking of this, Lawrence smiled gently.

"That's good."

Talking to himself, he picked up the communicator and prepared to carry out his plan.

But at this very moment-

Drip, drip.

Messages came one after another on the communicator.

Jolda: I've been exposed, and I'm asking to be evacuated.

Creek: I just got under attack and asked to evacuate.

Will: There were multiple people watching me and asking to evacuate.

These are three people who he has arranged for a long time, acting as a shadow on the surface, but actually acting as a 'bait'.

The trio were discovered, and Lawrence didn't care at all.

What really cared about him was the latter.

Simon: Really! 'Hydra' and 'Night Stalker' are real!

Simon, his real shadow.

It's the shadow he has carefully chosen.

He believes in the other party.

But it was precisely because of the belief that he became more and more unbelievable.

"Are 'Hydra' and 'Night Stalker Court' real?"

Lawrence frowned for the first time.

As the management of the 'shelter', his rank is enough for him to read some secret information and know some things that ordinary people don't know, and he has already checked Ang Cheng in detail for the layout before.

The history of Ang Thanh is only 100 years, and there are written records in the new century, although some things have happened, but each time it is within the controllable range.

Wait a minute!

Within control?

Lawrence subconsciously thought of the 'Night Stalker Court' that he regarded as a joke.

Ngong Thanh is not a prosperous city, but there have been no 'anomalies' or disasters beyond the scope of the written records.

Moreover, Why did Aitdemund choose Ang?

Was he really disheartened?

Isn't it to accumulate strength to counterattack him?

And when he checked it before, the historical records before the new century in Aung Thanh were very vague, and there were many faults, which should be normal in normal times, but if the 'Night Stalker Court' really existed......

It's all artificial!

It's the 'Night Stalker' that's covering up the truth!

Drip, drip!

The voice of the communicator rang again.

The message was sent by Simon.

But the information above is impressive-

Simon: Caused by the Night Stalker, it's time for the verdict!

Night Stalker!

There is no doubt that Simon should be dead, otherwise, it would be impossible for the enemy to take the communicator.

"Att Damund, I'm underestimating you!"

"And ......"

"'Night Stalker'!"

Lawrence snapped.

He knew that in this game, he lost worse than he imagined.

Moreover, the third game can't be as simple as imagined.

But as long as his status as the A-level manager of the 'hospice' remains, and everything has a chance to start over, he can ......

Wrong!

He knows it!

Naturally, Aitdemont knows!

Now that Aitdermon has done it, will he still give him such a chance?

Lawrence's face changed.

Without any hesitation, he took out two hidden USB drives directly from the dark compartment of the desk in front of him, got up and walked towards the hanger.

Leave the 'Shelter' Headquarters!

That's Lawrence's thoughts at the moment.

But just as he took off his coat and hat, the office door was pushed open.

A motorized team of headquarters officers rushed in.

Leading the way was one of his colleagues, Golor.

"Lord Lawrence, I hope you don't resist, there are some things that require your cooperation in the investigation."

"Of course, we all believe in you."

"Something must have gone wrong."

The colleague said.

Obviously, Lawrence's performance on weekdays has given him a little room for maneuver at this time.

"Of course."

Lawrence said this, put his hat on his head, put on his coat, and looked very cooperative, and then, Lawrence looked at his colleague calmly, and said in a slow voice: "Lawrence, I didn't expect you to do such a thing. ”

The words fell, and he didn't wait for his colleagues to speak again.

Lawrence stepped forward and knocked his colleague down.

"Catch him!"

"Hold on!"

Looking at his colleague who had collapsed to the ground, Lawrence said very coldly.

The surrounding mobile team members immediately went into action.

Lawrence followed, and then, after completing a series of detention procedures, he swaggered to the parking lot, got into Golor's car, and put a blues cassette into the cassette machine, and in the sound of music, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly left the 'asylum' headquarters.

Lawrence is in no hurry.

He knew he had at least 1 hour to spare.

And that 1 hour was enough for him to do a lot of things.

For example, contact the 'Temple' and tell them what is happening in Ngong Thanh.

Or, inform the Temple of a number of special shelters.

Presumably, the people of the 'Temple' must be interested in those special containments.

And, of course, the 'Holy Serpent Society'.

This is also a force that can be harnessed.

However, the first thing he did now was to activate the 'bomb' that he had planted in Ang Thanh a long time ago.

But reason told him that it would not be best to do so now.

So, he restrained.

"Aitdemont, our third game begins."

Lawrence, who had completely torn off his disguise, said in a cold voice and with a gloomy face, the whole person was like a poisonous snake that burrowed back into the bushes from the light, not only dangerous, but also deadly.

In the office, Aung Tseong, who had been waiting for a call, remained silent.

Ringing bells.

As soon as the phone rang, Ettemon picked it up.

"Aitdemond, everything you reported is true."

"Once we have confirmed, Lawrence has been arrested."

On the other end of the line was a woman's voice, unusually stern.

Ert Dermon usually didn't want to hear this voice, but at this time, he thought it was so beautiful.

However, it did not wait for him to be happy.

His communicator rang, and when he read the words on the communicator clearly, his brow furrowed.

Lawrence: Are you ready?

"Lord Vayne, I suggest you take a closer look."

Ett Damon said.

"Are you questioning me?"

Wayne's voice sank, but then the A-class member gave the order to recheck, hearing such an order through the earpiece, Ett Damund's always serious face suddenly collapsed, becoming lazy, especially after shrugging his shoulders, his straight body involuntarily slipped down, and the whole person collapsed in the soft sofa chair.

"Sure enough, I'm still used to being a salted fish."

With these words, Ett Dermon picked up the communicator again, and looking at Lawrence's murderous words, he thought for a moment and edited a message and sent it.

Then, he threw the communicator on the table.

Under the light of the room, the communicator displayed the message that had just been sent -

Aitdemon: I'm sorry, but who are you?

The ghost blows the lamp