Assassination

This was the terrifying insight of Lin Zhiluo.

Within the previous few hours.

He had long since observed every move of all the mercenaries in the vicinity.

Every single person possesses some small, unbreakable habits.

Mercenaries are no exception.

While they used flashlights to observe the situation outside the manor.

The positions they observed and the angles at which the flashlight beams shone followed certain patterns.

Lin Zhiluo had precisely grasped these patterns.

Then, he calculated an optimal route within his mind.

This was the only way he could execute such a god-like path to approach the perimeter wall.

One of the mercenaries on the wall did not perceive the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

Instead, because he was too sleepy, he even let out a yawn.

It was this very yawn!

Lin Zhiluo seized this opportunity; already pressed against the wall, he began to climb it with his bare hands.

His movements were extremely light, not making a single sound.

In the blink of an eye, he had already climbed onto the wall.

The mercenary, having just finished his yawn, had barely opened his eyes when he saw Lin Zhiluo, dressed in black and wearing a black mask, appear before him.

What the hell, did he see a ghost in the middle of the night!

Just as the mercenary was about to open his mouth to shout, a dagger slashed across his throat, rendering him unable to make another sound.

This dagger was one Lin Zhiluo had scavenged from a cutlery shop on his way here.

Not only this dagger.

There were a dozen others of various designs, as well as one "extremely special" dagger.

Lin Zhiluo retracted the blade.

To prevent the smell of blood from spreading, he had pinched the blood vessels while slashing the throat to prevent any blood from spurting out.

Now, he used prepared plastic wrap to seal the wound on the neck, which solved the problem.

At this moment, the mercenary's corpse was still being supported by him so it wouldn't fall.

The flashlight in the hand also continued its usual patrolling swing, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Zhiluo used the mercenary's corpse to shield himself.

Then, he began to carefully observe the scene inside the manor.

The lights in the other small buildings within the manor were all extinguished.

Only the first floor of the large villa in the very center of the manor was brightly lit.

Not only that, from his current position, he could hear loud roars and howls coming from the first floor from time to time.

It was as if many people were inside venting their emotions.

Lin Zhiluo did not care what they were doing.

Because today, his goal was to leave none alive!

Their noise actually made his infiltration easier.

Lin Zhiluo laid the mercenary's corpse down and fixed the flashlight in place.

Then, he grabbed the inner edge of the wall and jumped into the manor.

He crept toward a nearby mercenary.

Not to mention Lin Zhiluo's world-class stealth skills.

Just ask, which mercenary?

While focusing intently on observing the situation outside the manor, would ever think that a silent, lethal reaper would appear behind them?

Under the cover of the night, Lin Zhiluo continuously reaped lives along the wall.

Sneak attack from behind, slash the throat with one blade, lay down the corpse, straighten the flashlight, move to the next.

Lin Zhiluo demonstrated the essence of assassination to the fullest.

In just two short minutes, he had already wiped out nearly half of the mercenaries on the entire wall.

At this moment, one mercenary finally reacted with belated awareness.

"What's the situation, Lao Zhu, why isn't your flashlight beam moving anymore?" the mercenary asked curiously.

Little did he know, it was this very sentence that caused him to depart from this world a dozen seconds early.

Just as that mercenary wanted to go check what had happened to his companion, a dagger slashed across his throat, ending his life.

That mercenary was already dead.

However, the slight drowsiness the other mercenaries had been feeling vanished instantly after that mercenary spoke.

"What's the situation, Adi? What's wrong with Lao Zhu?" a mercenary asked from another position.

"Nothing, the kid was so sleepy he almost dozed off, so I reminded him," Adi said.

"That's fine then. Damn, speechless. The captains and the leader are in the hall having a good time, while we're stuck here miserably watching the door."

After hearing Adi's words, the mercenary didn't harbor any suspicion; instead, he began to complain.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be suspicious, but the voice Lin Zhiluo mimicked was exactly like Adi's!

The sentence spoken by this mercenary actually became the fuse.

The other mercenaries around them began to chime in as well.

"Exactly. We spent the whole day clearing out zombies, and they still make us stand guard at night. They really don't treat us like human beings."

"You've got it easy. I haven't slept in nearly 24 hours. Speechless. If they really want to ensure safety, why don't those captains come out and watch it themselves?"

Lin Zhiluo smiled slightly and continued to speak in Adi's accent: "To put it bluntly, they just don't treat us like people. We're nothing but cannon fodder."

The words he said were not intended to sow discord among the members of the Hunting Mercenary Group.

As dead soldiers, they wouldn't truly be swayed by such provocation.

But there would always be complaints.

Therefore, he could stir up the grievances among the mercenaries.

He made them focus their attention on venting about others and dwelling on the injustices they had suffered.

Sure enough, after Lin Zhiluo made a good start, the mercenaries in this area entered a mode of frantic complaining.

"What kind of crap is this? Today, we found a pretty female college student at that university. I hadn't even gotten my hands on her before that guy Eyu snatched her away, played her to death, and didn't even leave me a sip of soup."

"Who isn't? The zombie I killed dropped a Bronze-tier piece of equipment. This was the first Bronze-tier equipment our mercenary group had ever dropped, and it was snatched away by them!"

"That's not even the worst of it, I..."

Perhaps it was the long-pent-up resentment, or perhaps it was to drive away their current drowsiness.

More and more mercenaries joined the discussion.

And Lin Zhiluo took advantage of this period to continue his assassinations.

One, two, three...

Lin Zhiluo specifically targeted those who had just spoken.

It was difficult for others to suspect anything if someone who had just spoken remained silent for a short while.

He continued to execute the mercenaries present in this manner.

Finally, when only a few mercenaries were left, he could no longer keep it hidden.

"Is your experience the same as mine, Xiao Zhi? Tell me if I'm right," a mercenary asked the person who had spoken just before him.

Unfortunately, if he wanted to get an answer from Xiao Zhi, he would have to go to hell to ask.

"Xiao Zhi? Xiao Zhi?" The mercenary asked twice more, then realized the truth in an instant.

"Not good, something's wrong." The mercenary pulled out an object that looked like a rectangular block.

Lin Zhiluo recognized it at a glance; it was a signal flare unique to the Hunting Mercenary Group.

In the post-apocalyptic setting where communication capabilities were weak, using signal flares was very effective.

The mercenary was very decisive; the moment he took out the signal flare, he fired it.

The next second, a dagger slashed across his throat.

By this time, the signal flare had already been launched.

Lin Zhiluo instantly held his breath and focused, throwing the dagger in his hand with all his might.

Was he trying to use the dagger to cut the signal flare mid-air?

How could that be possible!