After the departure of his subordinate Thors, Donna's eyes never took off the clock in front of her.

At this moment, the most important part of her plan has been carried out.

Even after deducing it hundreds of times in her mind, Donna was still a little uneasy.

"Jason, Jason."

Donna whispered the name.

In my mind, the image of Jason is tall and strong, but strange.

Tall and strong is the figure.

What's weird is the hockey mask.

She had never seen a freak with an ice hockey mask on her side, as if the hockey mask was the main thing.

Glasses are the body, she's heard.

Can ice hockey masks?

What a weirdo!

Donna couldn't help but think.

Then, the woman reclined in a high-backed chair with her eyes on the clock, her folding fan in her right hand tapping lightly on the palm of her left hand.

Those who know Donna well know that this is her habit of thinking.

And people or things that can make her think like this are trouble.

Is Jason a trouble?

Yes!

And it's big trouble!

In Donna's eyes, a weirdo like Jason must be treated with caution.

Therefore, Donna does not underestimate Jason.

In fact, she never underestimates a person.

However, she had to admit that she really underestimated Jason.

She never thought that a seemingly reckless guy would be so smart.

No!

It's not just smart!

It's some kind of terrible potential!

That kind of patience and that way of doing things......

Involuntarily, Donna thought of the tiger, then the viper, and the fox.

She didn't know where Jason had lived before, or what he had gone through to become like this, but she knew very well that Jason was quite difficult to deal with.

What's more!

How much does Jason know!

"Did you find something that deliberately approached us by becoming a 'madter'?"

"I have to say, it's really a bold plan."

Donna thought naturally.

This is the only plausible explanation right now.

If Jason hadn't discovered some 'truth', he wouldn't have been able to make such a big turn.

Just, how much did Jason find?

Donna groaned.

If it's just some clues, you don't have to worry about it.

But if only a little more......

Her whole plan!

Thinking of this, Donna tapped the folding fan in her palm, and her heart tightened.

Because, judging from the current situation, the latter is inevitable.

It was enough to affect her entire plan.

She would never allow the planned surprise.

They will not allow themselves to fail.

Because, she represents not only her alone, but the entire organization and ...... Hope for all.

"You can only succeed!"

"Can't fail!"

Donna's heart was unusually determined.

Tick, tick.

Little by little, the second hand went along, and when the minute hand had jumped fifteen times, Donna picked up the phone, and she dialed the phone number that she had memorized for a long time.

Honk... Honk...

After two electronic tones, the call was connected.

"Hello?"

Lothar 11's slightly confused voice rang out.

Very normal doubts.

Anyone facing a phone number that is hidden and presents a row of * numbers will say something like this.

But, Lothar 11 is different.

Donna knew how smart Lothar 11 was under the guise of that scrap of wood.

Such a person may have doubts at first.

But after they fought twice, it shouldn't be like that now.

So—

Another temptation?

Donna thought to herself, but spoke again in that sweet voice.

"Young Master Lothar 11, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon?"

"It was good, but now it's bad."

Lothar 11 listened to the other party's voice, confirmed that there was nothing abnormal, and immediately said angrily.

When the phone rang, he was thinking about what tone to use.

Even if he confirms the other party, he can't say it directly.

Because, this is not in line with his character and his current situation.

His character is cautious and cautious, and his current situation is dangerous.

Therefore, even if it is confirmed, it is most appropriate to pretend to be confused.

Of course, you can't pretend to be confused excessively, otherwise it will only backfire, and you have to show helplessness - his current situation makes him have such helpless emotions, and even resentment.

In fact, Lothar 11 was the right choice.

Donna listened to the 'emotion' in Lothar 11's words, and the black folding fan subconsciously blocked her mouth.

"Young Master Lothar 11, I have good news for you."

"Dosse and Clink, two disobedient people, I have sent someone to clean up."

"I'm sure you'll get the news soon."

Donna said in a sweet tone.

Although Jason's reminder was given, and Jason's guess had been confirmed when the other party called, when the other party really said the words, Lothar 11's heart was still beating faster.

Silent!

Lothar 11 used this gesture to imply that he was shocked by the message.

Then, he took two quick breaths.

"You're not charitable, what do I need to give?"

Lothar 11 asked in a deep voice.

"Cooperate!"

"Cooperation, of course!"

"We need someone to show up on stage and catch the eye, and you need someone who can actually use it."

Donna chuckled.

"Yes."

"What should I do?"

Lothar 11 agreed straight down, looking very happy.

Donna on the other end of the phone gently pressed her folding fan against her chin.

"He deserves to be a smart man."

Donna said.

"Smart people?"

"I just came across a duckweed when I was dying in the river!"

"I have nothing left, so naturally I have to grab everything I can!"

Lothar 11 said self-deprecatingly.

"No, no, no."

"Trust me."

"You're going to have everything soon."

"Now, I need you to announce right away that you did everything."

"Why?"

"Think for yourself."

Donna said with a smile.

"Listen to you."

"You're the boss."

Lothar 11 said indifferently.

"Good."

"Next, I'll tell you when you announce it."

"Remember, I'll watch live streams."

Donna hung up the phone.

Looking at the microphone where a busy sound came, Lothar 11 frowned slightly.

He wanted to delay a little longer, but he didn't give him a chance.

Will it be discovered?

I guess it's been hidden, right?

Lothar 11 is not so sure.

Then, the eleventh heir of the 'Lothar family', began to turn on the live broadcast as Donna said.

He definitely wouldn't want to do it if he could.

However, a little delay will attract suspicion from the other party.

What's more, until now, Jason has not sent back any news.

Did an accident happen?

With such apprehension, Lothar11 sat down behind the desk.

He straightened up, recalled the posture of his eldest brother and father, and faced the camera, revealing an evil and crazy smile.

"You're all suspicious that I did what happened before?"

"That's right, that's me."

"I am ......"

……

Donna looked at Lothar 11 on the screen, her face cold.

The moment she hung up, Donna didn't have a smile on her face.

Because, she knew that Lothar 11 was lying to her.

Not what she found.

It's that 'thing'.

That 'thing' has been sending a dangerous signal since she hung up on Lothar 11.

This is another function of that 'thing' in addition to being blinded.

Early warning!

Although the scope of the warning was so large that Donna didn't know where the real danger came from, Donna immediately 'deduced' it in her mind.

It's a gift of her own.

Then, using the last ability of that 'thing', he took that talent to the extreme.

One second!

It's hundreds of drills!

In normal times, she naturally doesn't do this, she will rely on time to accumulate.

But at this time, she couldn't care so much.

The next moment-

"I see!"

Donna took a deep breath.

The tip of her nose was filled with the smell of blood, and Donna raised her hand to wipe it.

Scarlet glares.

But she smiled.

Doesn't care.

Because, the final victory is still hers, theirs.

Thinking of this, Donna sent a message to her subordinate to retreat.

……

Borrowing the power of the 'thing' of the deputy leader, Thors walked into the 'game building' as if no one was around.

It wasn't the first time he'd been here.

Moreover, in his mind, there is also a blueprint of the entire 'game building'.

So, he easily found his first target: Dosse.

Dosse, the head of security at the 'Game Building'.

On the surface, it is independent and does not have any family support, but secretly it has the full support of the 'Sender family' and the 'Hera family'.

Even, this one himself is from the 'Sender family'.

It is precisely because of this support that the other party was able to become the head of security of the 'Game Building'.

As for the real 'self-made'?

Perhaps, but Tors has not seen it.

Pushing open the corner of the office on the first floor, Thors walked inside.

Click!

The slight sound of the door closing made Dosse, who had been thinking all along, come back to his senses.

Raising his head and looking at the empty office, Dosse was stunned.

Was he too nervous to hallucinate?

Or is it the wind?

Damn the wind!

Why would I, as one of the people in charge of the building, be in such a corner on the ground floor?

Dosse couldn't help but think.

The dissatisfaction on his face became more and more obvious.

Then, his mind couldn't help but be pulled back to the text message from Lothar 11 just now.

Did the other party really think he was scared?

Just two sentences, you want him to do what he is told?

It's ridiculous!

Dosse thought as he used his secret security phone to dial the number of the secretary next to the Sender 3 boy.

There are things he needs to confirm and report.

As for Sende 3, Young Master is dead?

Impossible!

The 3rd Young Master of Sender is in the 'refuge of the 'Sender family', which is not only strong in defense and heavily guarded, but also has many unknown means, which is not ......

Wait a minute!

Unknown means!

It seems that something came to mind.

As if sensing something, Dosse looked up.

His hand had involuntarily wiped the gun from the drawer.

However, a dagger had already swept through his neck.

Burst!

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

The desks, carpets, and even office doors in front of me were stained red.

Dosse's eyes were wide open.

Until he died, he didn't see where the man who shot was.

And Thors, all the time standing behind him.

After confirming that Dosse was out of breath, Thors walked around his desk and prepared to leave.

The methods of killing are varied.

Cutting your throat is undoubtedly the most straightforward.

However, this kind of 'sloppy' throat cutting is not Toles's liking.

He prefers to be more straightforward.

But thinking of what the deputy chief called 'deterrence', he chose this kind of over-the-top approach.

Standing on tiptoe, Thors avoided the blood on the ground, opened the door, and walked out.

Dosse is just the first target.

He has a second target: Clink.

As the head of the Task Force at the Game Building, Clink's office is located on the third basement level, separate from the parking lot.

Compared to the rest of the 'some buildings'.

It's going to be more heavily guarded.

For Thors, though, there's no difference between now and just now.

All the people will not 'see' him.

Not stealth.

It's just 'cover-up'.

In a very strange way that he couldn't understand.

If it weren't for the fact that every time this power was used, the deputy leaders would have to pay a lot of price, and they would have already won a 'victory' that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

But even so, the reason why 'they' can exist is due to this 'thing' in the hands of the deputy leader.

Step, step!

With the sound of obvious footsteps, Thors passed by a group of patrolling guards.

Even, at a certain level, the two sides obviously touched.

But none of the guards noticed anything was wrong.

Or rather, their sense of touch was 'obscured' at that time.

Make them think that they are only touching air.

1st, 2nd, 3rd basement.

Thors quickly entered the third basement level.

Without any hesitation, he walked straight to Clink's office.

At this moment, the head of the mobile team from the 'Emel family' was watching the live broadcast on the handheld computer with wide eyes.

Lothar 11's unruly and evil face was imprinted into the other party's eyes.

"How is that possible?"

"How dare he admit it so generously?"

"Does he really have a secret army in the shadows?"

Clink couldn't help but pick up his previous phone again, looked at the text message on it, and groaned.

Then, the person in charge of the mobile team raised his hand and pressed the alarm bell on the table.

Although he didn't know the exact situation, as the head of the mobile team, he had to take control of Lothar 11 now.

If you want to control a person as heinous as Lothar11, you naturally need to gather people.

Of course, after gathering the manpower, because of the identity of Lothar 11, it will naturally be a little slower, and it would be great if he could meet the guards of the 'Lothar family' who are not far away.

The 'House of Lothar' guards, who had just dealt with a riot in the 'Game Mansion', will definitely return as quickly as possible.

When the time comes, it will be none of his business.

Clink, who had already thought of the whole plan in his mind, couldn't help but curl up at the corners of his mouth.

But then, the smile froze.

A short sword pierced him in the heart.

Pierced from the back, pierced from the front chest.

Burst!

As the dagger was drawn, blood gushed out at once.

Clink's body convulsed and collapsed on the desk.

Thors shook the dagger in his hand and sheathed it.

No daggers were used, much less the same techniques.

In order to make the 'forces' that 'belong' to Lothar 11 appear a little stronger.

This is also the advice of the deputy chief.

At the thought of the deputy chief who was waiting for him to return, Thors did not want to stay here for a moment.

Staying an extra moment would be a burden for the deputy chief.

Quickening the pace of departure, Thors rushed to the door of his office almost in one step.

Raising his hand, he opened the door.

Then, he saw a strong man who was almost the same height as the door frame, with a strong body that completely blocked the passage in front of the door, and the hockey ball mask on the other party's face was emitting a strange glow in the corridor light.

Jason!

In an instant, Thors recognized Jason's identity.

That hockey mask was just too obvious.

At the same time, Thors subconsciously took two steps back.

A sense of panic unconsciously rose from the bottom of Thor's heart.

Why is Jason here?

The thought came with a sense of panic.

Jason can't see me, right?

This was Tórce's second thought.

Then the thought became affirmative.

Jason must not see me!

It's not that Thors is blindly confident, but that he has had too many experiments to show him how powerful the 'thing' of the deputy leader is.

Immediately, Tors regained his confidence.

The next moment, Thors strode out.

He's going to knock Jason away.

Striding away.

As always.

Then, a short-handled, broad-bladed machete stabbed him in the chest.

How, how so?

Tors was stunned and puzzled, just like Dosse and Clink.

Dorsey and Clink wonder why they can't see Thors.

Tolls wondered why Jason was able to see him.

"You, you ......"

Thors wanted to say something, but Jason drew his knife and left.

Looking at Jason's back, Thors fell to his knees.

At this time, the mobile phone on his body vibrate.

Buzz!

It was a text message.

Thors reluctantly opened it, and it read: Danger, retreat.

Looking at the deputy leader's text message, Thors didn't hesitate to press the reply button.

Danger, retreat.

Same content.

But when Thors' finger touched the send button, everything froze.

The light that Tórs should have had left was dimmed at once.

And, more importantly, his body was shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.

After just a few breaths, the physically strong Thors was a dried corpse.

Then, out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew.

The dried corpses were shattered and reduced to ashes.

Fly away.

Jason, who was striding forward, had already come to the upper floor, and he didn't seem to notice such an abnormality at all.

The pace has not changed.

The eyes are still indifferent.

It's just that, under the ice hockey mask, his mouth is involuntarily upturned and grinned, and his sharp teeth are gradually revealed-

Found you!