The huddle died together, the bullet that fell from behind the one who tried to escape, and one who lost his mind and pulled out a grenade, but his spine was cut off before he could be thrown, and the last thing he saw before he died was a strange smile in the shadows. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The invisible killer continued his killing, and the mercenaries who had been preparing to harvest another wave of lives died in vain, no matter what they did, one by one.

The smell of blood and alcohol permeated the nostrils of every living and dead person in the room, and most of them, living and dead, lay on their stomachs.

Of the nearly forty college students who participated in the party, only nineteen were still alive and well, because they were cautious enough, or rather cowardly, and had the courage to escape, and they were beaten into human cheese in the firefight.

Unfortunately, it's not 100% safe to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead -- "Get out of here!" or I'll kill him!"

Robert was once again taken care of by bad luck, and the last of the bandits also lost their minds, grabbed Robert, the target they were originally going to kidnap, and set up: "Get the fuck out of here! or I'll blow his head off!!"

"Oh, that's funny, do you think I'm here to save him?" said the attacker for the first time in the dark, and the playful voice clearly revealed his location, behind the bandit.

Mr. Bandit turned sharply and blocked Robert in front of him at the same time, and was about to turn his gun to aim, but found that there was an empty space in front of him, and the light from the light pollution of the moon and the city was not enough to see everything, but it was enough for the bandit and the hostages to see the fact that there was no one in front of him.

"Say hello to Rock and Chase for me, I am so grateful for their lives. Chu said goodbye to the bandit's ear, and the thin dagger he picked up from the corpse pierced through his spine and throat, and blood flowed from the tip of the dagger.

MR. WAS THE LAST TO OPEN HIS MOUTH IN VAIN, BUT HE COULDN'T MAKE ANY SOUND, AND FINALLY LOST THE LAST OF HIS STRENGTH AND COLLAPSED.

Robert had already escaped with a roll when he was impaled, but instead of finding a corner to get into, he looked back to see who had "saved" him: "It's you!!"

Chu didn't hide his face, let alone change the clothes on his body, when the corpse in front of him fell, Robert naturally recognized this outsider who accidentally joined, and his unbelievable tone made Chu hook the corners of his mouth.

Not only Robert, but when the seemingly powerful and murderous and cold-blooded bandits were harvested one after another, and the other people who were still alive were also paying attention, it didn't matter what kind of psychology they had, what mattered was when they also discovered the truth......

Including Rebecca, the girl who has almost been lucky so far, feels like a dream, well, of course it's a nightmare, and Chu's smile bathed in light and darkness makes them chill, and they feel that the nightmare is not over, but it has become more weird!

"Don't worry, how to say it, we are all classmates. Chu gently wiped the dagger, which was not bad, with an innocent and harmless smile, with a corpse in the background, "I just need a little help from you." ”

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"GODDAMNIT!YOU BUNCH OF SHIT!RICE BUCKETS!!" THE DIRECTOR OF THE FBI'S NEW YORK BUREAU WAS THROWING A TANTRUM, AND N MULTIPLE DOCUMENTS WERE SWEPT TO THE GROUND IN A FIT OF RAGE.

The dozen or so detectives who were scolded also had black faces, but they didn't dare to answer half a word, for no other reason, on the TV playing at maximum volume, the news host had already made a perfect explanation:

"For three days, forty promising college students died tragically, creating a massive explosion over the heads of all New Yorkers, and for three days, the FBI, which claims to know everything, has not even caught the shadow of the murderer......"

Behind the sharp-tongued presenter is a huge exploding image and crumbling United States of America, and in the corner, a caricature of the current Director William H. Webster pocketing a dozen dozen bills.

After scolding all the time, the director of the sub-bureau, who had just been called by Director Wisbert, finally calmed down, lit a cigarette and took a puff before he asked about the matter: "What did we find in three days?!"

After a dozen detectives made eye contact with each other, Steve, as the main force, stood up: "In fact, we found almost everything, but ......"

"Just what?" Mr. Director just wasn't on the front line of the investigation, it didn't mean that he was a useless bureaucrat with a corpse meal, Steve just started talking, and he understood that the situation might be far beyond the capabilities of these agents: "Damn the CIA and the KGB again?"

If so, Mr. Director, it's no surprise that the FBI has been confronted with this kind of fire at the gates and the fish in the pond more than once since those damn communist bandits and the free world came into play.

"No, actually, if that's the case, it's much better than what we found. Agent Steve flipped the folder to the most important page and placed it on Mr. Director's desk.

On that page, there was the identity of the group of attackers that night, a team of mercenaries who often took over the gray business, and more importantly, a little record of the mercenaries' income and expenditure before that, as well as a record of meeting with someone.

As for that person, there are pages of detailed information attached to it, which in turn is linked to the largest interest group in the United States since industrialization: the arms dealers group!

If that's all there is to it, then the investigation is accounted for, and the rest of the work is the question of how Director Webster negotiated and exchanged benefits with the big guys.

The group of mercenaries was also dead, all of them in the explosion, along with one of the deceased, presumably the only son of a wealthy and powerful councillor, one of the deceased who was presumably their target, and the means of retreat they had prepared were easily found.

The FBI agents even enlisted the help of the New York police to interview everyone they could find at the scene of the bombing, and then investigated all the students who were determined to be involved in the party, and found no useful clues other than finding out that one of the deceased had been bribed by mercenaries.

"When will the full forensic report come out?" After a cursory flip through it, Mr. Director found a direction that was still uncertain, and at that moment, a flash of wisdom lit up from his prematurely bald scalp, "Focus on determining the number of corpses." ”

This is actually a troublesome job, given the severity of the explosion scene and the fragmentation and destruction of the corpses, some of the body fragments were even found two blocks away from the explosion site, which is why the forensic doctor has not even put together the corpses so far, and it is good to be able to identify some of the corpses.

However, Agent Steve still went to negotiate with the medical examiner as requested by the director, after all, this is also a clue, and it is a clue that is more likely to be caught than a needle-in-a-haystack, if it is determined that the number of corpses is wrong, it means that someone is not dead, and that or those people are definitely wrong.

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In fact, the FBI agents and the New York police officers can not be so troublesome, because Chu has set his sights on a new target.

"Let me see how powerful the true masters of this world are. ”

Putting the last part on, Chu touched the beautiful big gun and smiled sincerely.