"Do you know who we are? We're members of the Three-Tail Gang! If you put down your knife now, I can still guarantee the safety of you and your family!" The drug lord stared at the military knife pointed at him and swallowed with difficulty, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
"Oh? What kind of organization is the Three-Tail Gang?" Tang Shizhe furrowed his brow. He hadn't expected that casually dealing with a loan shark would lead him to such a big fish.
"What kind of organization is the Three-Tail Gang?" Death One asked the drug lord in a hoarse voice no ordinary person could produce.
"We are—" The moment the drug lord opened his mouth, a bullet shot from the miniature pistol hidden in his sleeve and struck the Death Soldier in the stomach.
The Death Soldier didn't even furrow his brow. He simply plunged his knife into the drug lord's gut.
"No matter who you are, just wait for the Three-Tail Gang's revenge!" Like every villain in the movies, the drug lord tossed out a threat, then lost his strength and collapsed onto the floor.
"Go upstairs and look for their files!" Tang Shizhe ordered Death One, watching the flames behind him grow larger. The fire he had just started had already spread to the surrounding rooms!
Death One picked up a pistol from the floor, pressed one hand against his abdomen, and ran upstairs. He wasn't Wolverine or any other movie character with extraordinary healing powers. He was just an ordinary man with above-average physical strength.
The skin-tight suit he wore was merely a slightly reinforced one-piece swimsuit, not an indestructible costume that could withstand bullets like Superman's.
Since the bullet hadn't hit a vital spot, his injury, though it looked serious, wasn't life-threatening. He was only pressing his hand against it to stop the bleeding.
Death One staggered to the fifth floor and fired several shots above the door lock, making a hole large enough to fit a hand through.
The real world wasn't a movie. You couldn't just shoot the lock and open the door. If the door was sturdy, you might empty an entire magazine without getting it open.
He reached inside and pressed down, easily unlocking the door from within.
Looking around as he entered, Death One took in the luxurious office. A row of bookshelves along one side of the room looked particularly out of place.
Why? Had anyone ever seen a drug lord's office with bookshelves in it? Even a fool could guess that there was either a safe or a hidden room behind them.
Sure enough, he found a switch beneath the armrest of the executive chair.
With a clack and the sound of gears turning, the bookcase began sliding to one side, revealing a safe in front of Death One.
Bang.
A muffled gunshot rang out, and Death One's body fell to the floor.
Bright red blood ran from the back of Death One's head and pooled on the floor.
The drug lord, still with the military knife stuck in his stomach, leaned against the doorframe with one hand and held a pistol in the other, smiling contemptuously. That knife hadn't struck anything vital, and his injuries weren't as serious as they looked.
But he was as good as dead now. The fire on the third floor had already spread to the fifth-floor stairwell, and jumping from that height meant almost certain death.
The drug lord struggled over to Death One's body. He planned to pull off the mask and send the Death Soldier's face to headquarters so they could investigate the organization behind him.
But to his surprise, when he yanked the mask off, all he saw was a face covered in blood and torn flesh, with a bullet hole in the middle. It was almost impossible to identify!
The bullet he had fired had also gone through Death One's head and lodged in the mask.
"Fuck!" The drug lord angrily lifted the corpse's hands, only to find them covered in some unknown material. There were no palm prints or fingerprints! He tried to peel off the layer. By the time he managed to tear it away, the corpse's hands were a bloody mess. Forget fingerprints—even the palm lines were impossible to make out!
With the fire spreading toward him, the utterly frustrated drug lord removed all the documents from the safe and threw them into the flames. Then he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
Bang.
The drug lord's corpse lay beside Death One's as the fire slowly engulfed them both.
Tang Shizhe learned of Death One's death almost immediately, but he wasn't particularly worried. He had destroyed all of Death One's biological traits that could have exposed him. Unless someone extracted DNA from the burned corpse, there was no way to discover his real identity.
And in the short time after finding a body, no one could go straight to DNA testing. They would first try to identify him through surface characteristics.
That would give Tang Shizhe enough time to split off two more Death Soldier Splitters.
As the fire grew, the fire department, alerted by an emergency call, soon arrived at the building.
There were no living people left inside the whole building. Only corpses were scattered everywhere.
After the firefighters put out the blaze, the two charred bodies inside the building were exposed before them.
Police cars arrived at the scene with sirens blaring.
Before long, several headless and burned bodies were covered with white sheets, carried out, and sent to the morgue.
The forensic pathologists would then examine the bodies in detail and determine their time, manner, and place of death, along with other information.
"According to our reporter, on February 27, city police took down a major drug-trafficking organization. Due to an accident during the operation, all the drug dealers died in a fire. Police found several kilograms of meth residue at the scene!" Tang Shizhe held the remote and pursed his lips. He hadn't expected the police to take the blame for him so willingly.
On the second night, two figures clad in black skin-tight suits picked the lock and slipped into the morgue.
They packed Death One's body into a bag and quietly left.
Death One's body would be cremated again at an even higher temperature, and his ashes would be buried beneath a tree, returned to nature. Every lead connecting Tang Shizhe and his company to the incident would be cut off.
At that moment, Yin Qi still had no idea what had happened to the loan company she'd borrowed money from. She had followed the trend and invested in Leiden Coin, hoping to become financially independent, only to be hit by a sudden crash. On top of that, she had arrogantly used leverage. She had lost all her savings and was now nearly ten million in debt to loan sharks.
She had just gotten ten million from her father and was preparing to pay off her debt at the loan company. If she let things drag on, who knew what kind of insane things those loan sharks might do?
Yin Qi's plan to cut ties with her family had been cruelly shattered by reality.
She never watched the news, so she had no idea that her IOU and the lenders had all gone up in flames together.
When she arrived near the loan company's office building, she saw a long cordon and police officers bustling about.
The five-story building, burned black, stood out starkly.
"Fuck!" Yin Qi couldn't help swearing when she saw the "ruins" in front of her.
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