Destroy the Corpse and Erase the Traces

"Do you know who we are? We are the Three-Tail Gang! If you put down that blade now, I can still guarantee the safety of you and your family!" The drug lord leader stared at the military knife hovering before him, swallowing hard as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Oh? What kind of organization is the Three-Tail Gang?" Tang Shizhe frowned, surprised that a casual move to deal with a loan shark had actually flushed out such a big fish.

"What kind of organization is the Three-Tail Gang?" Death One asked the drug lord leader in a raspy voice that no normal human could produce.

"We are—" The drug lord leader had barely opened his mouth when a bullet from a micro-pistol hidden in his sleeve shot into the Splitter's stomach.

The Splitter didn't even frown after taking the bullet; he simply drove his blade deep into the drug lord leader's large belly.

"No matter who you are, just wait for the retaliation of our Three-Tail Gang!" Like every villain in the movies, the drug lord leader threw out a harsh threat before losing his strength and collapsing onto the floor.

"Go upstairs and find their files!" Tang Shizhe ordered Death One while watching the fire behind him grow; the flames he had just ignited were already spreading to the surrounding rooms.

Death One picked up a pistol from the floor, pressed a hand against his abdomen, and ran toward the upper floors. He was not like Wolverine or others in movies with super-healing abilities; he was merely a normal human with enhanced physical strength.

The bodysuit he wore was only a slightly reinforced leotard, not the indestructible suit of a superhero that could withstand cannon fire.

Since the bullet hadn't hit a vital organ, his injury, while looking severe, was not yet fatal; pressing his hand against it was merely to stem the bleeding.

Death One stumbled to the fifth floor and fired several shots into the door lock, creating a hole large enough for a hand to reach through.

Reality is not a movie; shooting at a lock won't necessarily open the door. If the door is of high quality, you might empty an entire magazine and still not get it open.

After reaching inside, he pressed down and easily unlocked the door from the inside.

Death One scanned his surroundings as he walked into the luxuriously decorated office, where a row of bookshelves along the side caught his eye.

If you ask why, have you ever seen a drug lord's office with bookshelves? You don't need to be a genius to know that behind those shelves was either a safe or a secret room.

Sure enough, he found a switch under the armrest of the boss's chair.

With a click and the sound of grinding gears, the bookcase began to slide to one side, revealing a safe to Death One.

Bang.

A muffled gunshot rang out, and Death One's body collapsed to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed from the back of Death One's head onto the floor.

The drug lord leader, still with the military knife stuck in his gut, leaned against the doorframe with one hand and held his pistol with the other, smiling with disdain. The blade hadn't struck anything vital, and his injuries weren't as severe as they appeared.

However, he was as good as dead, as the fire from the third floor had already spread to the fifth-floor stairwell; jumping from this height meant almost certain death.

The drug lord leader struggled over to Death One's corpse, intending to rip off the mask and send the Splitter's appearance to headquarters so they could investigate the organization behind him.

But to his surprise, after he forcefully tore off the mask, all that was presented to him was a face of mangled flesh with a bullet hole in the center—the face was completely unrecognizable!

The bullet he had just fired had passed through Death One's head and lodged itself into the mask.

"Fuck!" The drug lord leader resentfully lifted the corpse's hands, only to find them wrapped in an unknown material; there were no palm prints or fingerprints! He tried to tear the material off, but after a strenuous effort, the corpse's hands were left a bloody mess, making it impossible to distinguish even the palm lines, let alone fingerprints!

The deeply frustrated drug lord leader looked at the encroaching fire, threw all the files from the safe into the flames, put the muzzle of his gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The drug lord leader's corpse lay side-by-side with Death One's, and the fire slowly engulfed both bodies.

Tang Shizhe knew of Death One's death at the same moment it happened, but he wasn't worried. After all, he had destroyed all biological markers that could lead back to him; it would be impossible to identify the body without extracting DNA from the charred remains.

In the short time before the bodies were found, it would be impossible to conduct immediate DNA testing; they would certainly try to identify the victim through superficial features first.

That time was more than enough for Tang Shizhe to split two more Splitters.

As the fire grew, the fire department received the alarm and soon arrived at the burning building.

There were no living people left in the building; only corpses remained everywhere.

After the firefighters extinguished the blaze, the two charred bodies were exposed to them.

Police cruisers arrived at the scene with sirens wailing.

Before long, several headless and charred bodies were covered with white sheets and transported to the morgue.

Next, the medical examiner would conduct a detailed examination of the bodies to determine the time, cause, and location of death.

"According to our station's report, on February 27th, our city's police force dismantled a major drug trafficking ring. Due to an accident during the operation, all the drug dealers perished in a fire. The police discovered several kilograms of methamphetamine residue at the scene!" Tang Shizhe curled his lip while holding the remote, surprised that the police had taken the blame for him.

On the second night, two dark figures in black bodysuits picked the lock and visited the morgue.

They packed Death One's body into a bag and left quietly.

Death One's body would be incinerated at high temperatures once more, and his ashes would be buried under a tree to return to the embrace of nature; all leads connecting Tang Shizhe to this company would be severed.

At this moment, Yin Qi had no idea what had happened to the loan company she had borrowed money from. Because she had followed the trend of speculating on Leiden Coin in hopes of achieving financial freedom, only to suffer a catastrophic crash—compounded by her arrogant use of leverage—she had not only lost all her savings but also owed nearly ten million in high-interest loans.

She had just managed to get ten million from her father, intending to go to the loan company to pay off her debt; if she dragged it out any longer, there was no telling what kind of insane things these loan sharks might do.

Yin Qi's plan to cut ties with her family had been ruthlessly shattered by reality.

She rarely watched the news and had no idea that her debt note and the lenders had already turned to ash.

It wasn't until she arrived near the loan company's office building that she saw the long police tape and the busy officers.

The five-story building, now scorched black, was particularly jarring.

"F—!" Yin Qi couldn't help but curse when she saw the "wreckage" before her.