At dawn, Isabella awoke from her sleep with a thin shawl draped over her shoulders. She walked to the windowsill and looked outside, where she saw several people kneeling in the courtyard.
They wore black hoods over their heads. Then gunshots rang out.
Several of them collapsed, blood quickly seeping through the black hoods.
The hoods weren't meant to lessen the victims' fear. The killers simply didn't want the trouble of cleaning up the courtyard.
Whether the bullet entered from the front or the back, after piercing the first layer of bone, it would enter a cranial cavity resembling an "empty shell."
The brain couldn't exert much restraint on the bullet. Combined with the angle at which it entered, the bullet would begin tumbling inside the skull.
That was why, in many cases, a bullet striking the head would blow out the skull on the opposite side.
In such an open wound, plasma and brain matter would be sprayed out everywhere! Cleaning up the mess was troublesome. It wasn't exactly disgusting—it was simply troublesome.
One person was already troublesome enough. With so many people together, it became even more troublesome. They were enough to spray the entire courtyard with gore.
If it wasn't cleaned up properly, insects and even rats would soon appear.
The door opened, and a female employee wearing a Blackstone Security uniform walked in.
Isabella turned and asked, "Who are these people?"
She had completely despaired of Lin Qi and Blackstone Security's methods. She wasn't a "partner" at all. She was merely an "excuse"—an excuse for Blackstone Security, or rather the Federation, to interfere in local affairs.
She didn't even know whether the people who had been killed were hers or belonged to someone else.
The female employee who had entered walked to the bedside and glanced