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Before long, Assassin No. 3 took out a rope, secured it to the vent opening, and silently jumped into the bedroom.
The route of action formed clearly in his mind. He stood up, about to go to the bed, finish off the target, then climb back up the rope into the ventilation duct. But before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a faint click from above.
Then the rope around his waist went slack.
"?!" Startled, the assassin whipped around and saw that someone had appeared behind him at some unknown point! The person held a pair of scissors and, with absolutely no sense of decency, had cut his rope.
In the dead of night, in pitch darkness, suddenly discovering a figure behind him—and that figure was holding a cold, gleaming murder weapon... That simple horror-movie-like scene alone made the assassin break out in a silent cold sweat.
Fortunately, he immediately remembered that he was an assassin, and this was not some horror movie. He turned his Knife around, a vicious look appearing on his face as he prepared to threaten the person behind him into staying quiet.
But before he could utter a single threatening word, the instant he opened his mouth, the shadow tossed aside the scissors, moved like lightning, and clamped a hand over his mouth. Then, lightly and quietly, he dragged him into the duty room outside.
Assassin No. 3: "???"
...Wait, why wasn't he being allowed to speak? Was this person a bodyguard? If a bodyguard caught someone, shouldn't he immediately call the police or warn his employer? Why secretly drag him outside instead?
Why did this... this look like the precursor to silencing someone in their line of work...
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Amid the chaos, the assassin ultimately