Erasing Traces, Settling Accounts, and... Luck

The city's traffic gradually began to recover, but the theater's lockdown had not yet been lifted. The police were now conducting another dangerous-area search, collecting evidence, and cleaning up the scene.

These follow-up operations were naturally handed over to the second-line personnel. Units like the Storm Squad and riot police, meanwhile, had already received orders to withdraw.

The bandits' bodies were placed into bags, carried out one by one, and finally loaded onto dedicated transport vehicles. The driver had just counted a newly delivered corpse... He heard it was a major wanted criminal?

But wasn't he already dead? The driver shook his head. Watching the people carrying more bodies into the theater, he leaned against the front of the vehicle and began smoking and chatting with his colleagues.

Because of the driver's negligence at that moment, he failed to notice a Black Shadow quietly slipping into the compartment filled with corpses in the darkness.

It was impossible to make out the person's appearance in the darkness, but that did not seem to hinder the Black Shadow's movements inside the compartment.

The sound of a zipper opening.

When the bag was opened, what appeared was clearly a shriveled corpse. Its body was covered in blue liquid—or rather, blood.

This was obviously Roger's corpse.

The Black Shadow took two things from its clothes: a strange spray and a small syringe filled with silver liquid.

It sprayed the substance over Roger's body. In an instant, the blue blood returned to a dark red.

Next, it inserted the syringe into Roger's heart and injected the silver liquid. Once it had completely emptied the syringe, it placed its palm against Roger's chest.

In the darkness, the palm gave off a faint glow. In that instant, Roger's body jerked violently, as if it had been struck