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

In a high-end villa in the northern suburbs of New York.

Although the original owner of the house has moved away, the cross in the middle of the living room and the various Bibles in the bookcase already indicate who the owner of the villa is.

The house where the professor has lived for more than ten years was once the most important core base of the poker organization.

But now... there is no professor in the villa, only other members of the poker organization headed by K are temporarily staying here to wait for follow-up arrangements.

at this time.

After reading the latest media reports, Q looked at the angry and vicious K beside him, sighed secretly in his heart, and then spoke.

"K."

"I saw the latest media reports."

"It says that a few hours ago there was a fierce exchange of fire at the ramp of the Verrazano Bridge, resulting in a total of two deaths."

"The New York Police Department announced that this was a criminal arrest operation and has no further comment."

"Judging from the exposed pictures of the scene, No. 8 must have found that he had no way to escape Su Ming's pursuit, so he chose to detonate the grenade himself to save our poker organization."

"So we can't live up to the choice No. 8 made with his life. We must find a way to avoid the subsequent detection of those dogs."

Hear this.

K, whose whole heart was filled with anger, looked at Q with an extremely cold look and asked seriously.

"Hide? Hide?"

"No. 8, our family, our most important brother, was just cornered by the dog Su Ming."

"Under absolutely unavoidable circumstances, in order to protect the rest of us, I chose to end my life with a grenade. I died like this without leaving a word!"

"As a result, Q, you told me to hide quickly now?"

"Don't you think... we should find an opportunity to take revenge? Let those dogs pay a painful price and pay with their blood. Is this the best way to do it?"

"By the way, do you have any information about those dogs? When we opened fire on the police car earlier, did we leave those damn dogs behind?"

The words fell.

Q briefly browsed other news, then shook his head slightly and replied.

"No."

"There are currently no reports on the location of the abandoned factory, and no police casualties have been exposed."

"However, I think there must be casualties among those dogs. Under that kind of firepower, there is no way that nothing will happen."

"It's just that the New York police temporarily hid it..."

"Ha." Before Q finished speaking, K interrupted his unsaid words with a sneer, and slammed the table hard.

"We don't even know the casualties of the other party, and we don't even know if there was a one-to-one equal exchange."

"Hide? How can I hide?"

"Even after I hid in the end, I was picked out by those dogs, and then taken to the execution ground and shot. What shame do I have to face No. 8?"

"Come, tell me, you tell me."

As soon as these words came out.

All the members of the poker organization present fell silent.

Although compared to K, they did not value the relationship between the members of the organization so much, but after seeing the accident on the 8th, they still felt a sense of sadness that the rabbit died and the fox died.

At this time.

The entrance door of this remote villa was pushed open. No. 10, who had deliberately wrinkled his clothes, leaving traces of sand, and specially applied makeup on his face, walked in with his head lowered and an extremely sad expression.

After looking up and seeing the angry expression on K's face, No. 10 didn't hesitate at all. He seemed to have lost all strength and collapsed on the ground, crying bitterly.

"Brother K, Brother K, I'm sorry."

"It's all my fault, it's really all my fault. If it hadn't been for me, if it hadn't been for me, nothing would have happened to No. 8."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuorishau, nothing will happen to No. 8, and it will come to this."

"Brother K, this is all my responsibility, I...my responsibility."

Speaking of the back.

No. 10 seemed to have an emotional breakdown, sobbing involuntarily, holding his head in his hands, looking extremely sad and in pain.

I saw No. 10 coming to the villa.

Q, who was already filled with anger and faced the pressure of arresting Su Ming, was unmoved by No. 10's cries. He took a step forward and pulled her hair hard. He raised his head and glared.

"Is it useful to apologize? Is it useful to regret?"

"If you weren't such a stinky bitch, thinking about climbing to a higher position and trying to deal with this dog Su Ming on your own, would No. 8 die?"

"Huh? Tell me, will No. 8 die?"

As he spoke, Q pulled No. 10's hair hard and shook it, his eyes full of anger and ferocity.

Regarding Q's behavior, No. 10 did not make any response. He just cried silently and kept repeating it.

"sorry Sorry sorry......"

Seeing No. 10's appearance, Q felt angry. He threw the pistol in his waist in front of No. 10 and said coldly with no expression on his face.

"apologize?"

"Since you feel so sorry for No. 8, then shoot yourself in the head and go down to accompany him. This is a sincere apology."

Seeing the pistol in front of him, No. 10 was stunned for a moment.

But next second.

Without any hesitation at all, he picked up the pistol from the ground and pointed it at his temple without hesitation.

Of course, she can't shoot.

As one of the people in this world who is unlikely to commit suicide, No. 10 bets that the other members of the poker organization around her will definitely take the gun from her hand before she shoots.

Just when No. 10 pointed the pistol at his temple.

J, who was standing next to her, immediately snatched the gun from her hand, frowned and looked at Q in front of her, and said.

"Q."

"There's no need for this."

"No one wants to see this kind of thing, and it's not entirely No. 10's fault."

"Actually, we have known about her plan for a long time, but we did not stop it strongly. We even chose her as a second trap to lure Su Ming."

"Although I'm not good at that kind of planning and thinking, I understand... Su Ming, this dog, will aim at No. 8, which is beyond all of our expectations."

Speaking of it.

Among the members of the poker organization, No. 7, who was wearing a white shirt and thin-rimmed glasses and looked like a student, also took up the conversation.

"Sister Q."

"Brother J is right, those dogs are more cunning than all of us imagined."

"Brother K cannot be blamed for this kind of consequences, nor is No. 10 to blame. All of us' estimates of Su Ming were still too low."

"So I think... the important thing to do now is to decide the follow-up actions, rather than getting entangled in the issue of No. 8."

"Although No. 8 is dead, our other members are still there."

"Other people will become No. 8 in the future, and new members may be recruited, but the prerequisite for both of these things is... that our poker organization can survive this crisis and continue to develop."

After having the beginning of number seven.

The other number card members who were speechless all agreed.

For them, it is indeed sad to hear the news of No. 8's death, but it also proves that... their position will also improve a step.

Looking at the anxious people, he looked at No. 10, who was crying with regret and almost committing suicide.

K clenched his fists hard, his reason finally defeated his sensibility, and he was about to say something.

The new mobile phone that had been in my pocket just a short time ago, with the phone card inserted into it, suddenly rang.

K looked at the caller number and without any hesitation, he immediately picked up the call and said.

"teacher."

"No. 10 has also joined us. What are the follow-up actions?"

"I hope you can give me another chance. I want to avenge No. 8 and chop off the heads of those dogs."

After two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, the still plain and vicissitudes of life but unmistakable voice came.

"K."

"I've given you a chance, but you didn't seem to take it, and you even let me down again."

"I will take over the future operational arrangements when No. 8, whom I have trained for many years, is forced to commit suicide in order to preserve the poker organization."

"This chess game has become...a battle between me and Su Ming's dog..."