Chen Lin used the Illusion Technique to verify the answers once more. They were exactly the same.
"Good."
Chen Lin nodded.
He looked at the pathetic wreck before him, his gaze as cold as ice.
"Go repent in hell."
The bullet that had been hovering between Donald's eyebrows began to rotate slowly.
Donald jolted awake from the illusion. The slowly approaching spiral of death was reflected in his eyes, his face twisting with sheer terror.
Squish...
The bullet drilled into his forehead, little by little.
The sound of shattering bone was clearly audible.
Donald's body convulsed violently a few times, then slid down the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving a horrifying streak of blood.
Chen Lin casually waved his hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The remaining bullets became streaks of light, instantly piercing the throats of the two agents pinned to the wall and lying on the floor.
Finally, he walked over to Gou Ri Taro, who was still kowtowing.
"Don't... don't kill me... I really can be your dog..."
Chen Lin looked down at him.
"You think you're worthy of even that?"
He raised his hand and gently pressed it against the top of Gou Ri Taro's head.
Crack!
The crisp snap of a breaking neck rang out.
Deathly silence returned to the villa.
Chen Lin stood among the four corpses, his eyes betraying not the slightest emotion.
He took out his Storage Bag.
Driven by spiritual power, the mouth of the bag opened.
The four corpses, the blood covering the floor, the scattered shell casings... everything was sucked inside in the blink of an eye.
A few minutes later, the living room was as tidy as before, as though nothing had happened.
Just as Chen Lin was about to leave, his gaze fell on the spot where Donald's body had been.
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