After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

Heard the final explosion coming from the phone.

No. 10, who was so nervous that his palms were already sweating, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The phone slipped weakly from his palm, and he slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Although he had behaved calmly just now, No. 10 knew very well...if No. 8 had not made that decision, how troublesome it would have been in the future.

At the very least, the entire poker organization would be in crisis beyond repair.

Although No. 8 has left now, he is only dead, and there is still a chance to make up for his mistakes.

Haven't lost yet.

The poker organization has not lost, and neither has it.

But the most important thing now... is to tell Brother K that both of them were tricked by the dog and that No. 8 was dead.

Think of this.

No. 10 quickly picked up the phone that fell on the ground and immediately dialed K's number.

But what surprised her was... After waiting for dozens of seconds, K didn't even answer the call and didn't know what he was doing.

at this time.

A detail quickly flashed through No. 10's mind. At that time, there was a killer helping No. 8 buy time. Did Brother K already know about No. 8 and didn't answer his call out of anger?

Or... was he also abandoned by the poker organization?

No.

This must not happen.

Seeing that K's number could not be reached, No. 10 bit his lower lip and then dialed another number.

Wait two seconds.

The call had already been connected, and No. 10 quickly pretended to cry anxiously and choked with sobs.

"teacher."

"Teacher, I'm sorry, No. 8...No. 8, something happened to him."

"Brother K and I failed. The target of those dogs was not us, but No. 8."

"Before the incident, No. 8 called me and said that he had no way out and chose to leave forever in order to preserve our poker organization."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, teacher, woo woo, woo woo..."

Regarding No. 10’s cry.

The professor on the other end of the phone did not answer immediately, but waited for several seconds before speaking in a calm tone.

"tenth."

"It's useless to apologize to me. No. 8, who deserves to hear this apology, has left us forever."

"This is a mistake between you and K. I'm very disappointed in you, No. 10."

"We will meet up with K and the others later. As for how to deal with those dogs, I will give you a suitable direction later."

After finishing speaking.

The professor hung up the phone without hesitation, as if he didn't want to hear No. 10's crying complaints at all.

Listening to the busy hang-up tone coming from the phone.

No. 10 was stunned for a moment, and then the tears that had just been squeezed out were quickly wiped away with the back of his hand, and he clenched his fists hard, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Disappointed in me?

If you give me a chance to climb higher, why would I need to fight for that chance? How could No. 8 die?

Anyone can do it, but teacher, you can’t be disappointed in me.

Although emotions surged like waves, when No. 10 slowly stood up, his clenched fists were loosened.

The fierceness on his face and the unwillingness in his eyes immediately dissipated, leaving only full of regret and pain. This was the expression that Brother K and others wanted to see from him.

......

And in front of this phone call.

"K."

"you failed......"

The professor's emotionless words sounded like thunder in K's ears.

K was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the two police cars waiting behind the abandoned factory, and subconsciously said in confusion.

"Teacher, I...failed?"

"Su Ming hasn't even come into my trap yet, why have I already failed?"

After saying that.

The professor's still calm voice sounded immediately after.

"Su Ming won't come."

"The target of those dogs is not you or No. 10 at all, but No. 8."

"If nothing else happens, something may have happened to No. 8 now, and he may have sacrificed his life for the poker organization forever..."

Not finished yet.

"How... how is it possible?" Before the professor could finish speaking, he was interrupted by K's unbelievable words, and he asked anxiously with his eyes widened.

"No. 8, aren't you setting up a trap with No. 10?"

"Why did something happen suddenly? They even died. The movements of those dogs were all within our predictions."

"How...how is this possible? Teacher, are you mistaken? This shouldn't be the case?"

I don’t know whether he was dissatisfied with being interrupted or was trying to figure out how to speak.

The professor was silent for a few seconds, and then he spoke in an emotionless tone.

"K, I'm very disappointed in you."

"No. 8 has already sacrificed his life for the glorious cause of our poker organization, and I don't want to have to repeat it to you a third time."

"Evacuate your so-called trap as soon as possible. Those dogs are not as easy to deal with as you think."

"You...failed this assessment."

The words fell.

The professor hung up the phone without hesitation.

K stayed in place as if petrified. Although he cared very much about the professor's opinion of him, compared with other news.

This so-called opinion seems so trivial.

Number 8...dead?

The target of those dogs was not himself or No. 10, but No. 8, so he... died?

Just when K was in a sluggish state.

J, who was observing Liu Yang and others, saw the two police cars in his sight suddenly start and start to turn around, and he shouted quickly.

"Brother K, Brother K."

"Those dogs are running away, they seem to be evacuating this place!"

J's shout.

K came back to his senses immediately, and quickly looked outside the glass, clearly seeing...the two police cars were making a U-turn quickly, obviously leaving the place.

K finally understood the meaning of what the professor said.

He failed and No. 8 died.

Because the dogs never entered his trap in the first place, those illusions were all smoke bombs released by Su Ming.

this moment.

K couldn't keep calm at all, and his heart was filled with anger, so he threw the phone to the ground hard.

"boom---"

Since there is no laptop around, the poor mobile phone has been replaced and turned into pieces.

Followed by.

K picked up the automatic rifle next to him, pointed it at the police car that was driving away, and roared with red and bloodshot eyes.

"Shoot! Everyone shoot!"

"They must be left to me and their heads chopped off to be buried with No. 8!!!"