There were only three ways to leave Slem.
By train, plane, or cruise ship.
On foot?
The wild animals in the wilderness would approve of that idea!
After observing the hospital's security, the killer abandoned the idea of infiltrating it to continue the assassination. That would simply be suicide.
He was a killer, and he was professional. There was nothing wrong with that.
But being professional did not mean he had to die for his job! He had done what he was supposed to do. As for failing to complete the mission? He could simply forgo the remaining payment, but he would not refund the deposit.
After all, he had genuinely done the work, and he had come close to completing the commission. By rights, an assassination target who had survived after suffering serious injuries should count as a completed mission.
He had done what he was supposed to do, but God had not been willing to take the old man's life. That was all there was to it! Now he was considering how to leave Slem.
Hiding here was not a bad choice. There were so many people coming and going that he could remain hidden for a long time without being discovered.
Unless the Slem authorities took an action that would disappoint everyone—checking the identities of every tourist. But obviously, that was unlikely.
What prompted the killer to consider leaving was the Wanted Orders plastered all over the streets! Lin Qi had imitated some of the Federal Government's practices from the era of western development. Those reward notices, with their unmistakable historical and western flavor, were completely different from modern Wanted Orders.
They looked as though they were covered in the marks of time!
Some words had been printed in a somewhat faded color on slightly yellowed paper: