In the private lounge on the twenty-seventh floor of the hotel.
An elderly white-haired foreigner was gazing out at the nightscape. At the same time, a young man hurried in from outside.
"Boss, we found Nan Xiaonan. She's returned to her old apartment."
The white-haired old man took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and covered his lips, coughing twice. He seemed about to stand, so the young man hurried forward to support him.
"You couldn't find her all these days, yet only learned about it after she returned to her apartment." The white-haired old man calmly looked at the young man beside him. "Jimmy, should I start questioning your ability to do your job?"
The young man... Jimmy lowered his head, not daring to say much. In fact, there were two things he still couldn't figure out.
The first was that Killer No. 7, who had been sent to assassinate Nan Xiaonan, had ultimately been found dead from a bullet fired by his own sniper rifle. The rifle had only been fired once, and the people sent to clean up afterward couldn't even find any traces of anyone breaking into No. 7's ambush site.
Moreover, No. 7 should have been holding onto the sniper rifle with both hands before his death. Judging from the state of his body, he should have been crouched by the windowsill, preparing to make the kill, when he was shot.
Jimmy remembered that before confirming the shot, No. 7 had even spoken with him over the phone.
The other matter was that the people tracking Nan Xiaonan had said they hadn't been able to see her at all these past few days, yet she had clearly gone to work...
"Why aren't you saying anything?" The white-haired old man raised his voice slightly.
Jimmy said