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

now.

Inside an abandoned gymnasium in Queens.

No. 1 wiped the blood off his face, then shook his arm pretending to be shot, shaking off the blood smeared on it.

He glanced expressionlessly at Q, who had a fractured and twisted western limb and was no longer breathing. Then he looked at No. 10, who was loading a magazine for his submachine gun, and said.

"tenth."

"I have already given the news to No. 7 and others."

"But why are you so sure... that they will definitely come to this abandoned gymnasium instead of hiding in the first place or giving up helping Q to collect the body?"

"Although K has already reached the New York Harbor, he will most likely be taken care of by that dog chief."

"But the professor is still in New York. If No. 7 and the others ask about the professor's situation, with his judgment like the old monster, he will always find that this is a trap."

"When the time comes, we will probably fall into a passive position and fight against the professor... It always makes me feel that there will be no good ending."

Regarding the words of No. 1.

Number 10 did not answer immediately. Instead, he wiped the submachine gun he had snatched from Q's hand, loaded the magazine, and spoke nonchalantly.

"passive?"

"Now we will not fall into passivity, but will always take the initiative."

"Because, too many people at the top of the poker organization have either turned into corpses, or will soon turn into corpses during the operation in New York Harbor."

"Do you think the idiots on the 7th will be able to accomplish anything if they are left alone?"

"Indeed, the professor may have seen our plan, but do they have to understand it?"

"If we don't get rid of the two of us, with the secrets of the organization we have, do you think...the professor can continue to develop the organization with peace of mind?"

"Even if K takes care of the dog, the poker organization will no longer have the risk of further exposure."

"But we are still here. As long as the two of us are willing, we can definitely give the Morgan consortium more relevant intelligence and information, which is more effective than that dog."

"You said... can the professor sleep in this situation?"

"Yangmou, do you understand?"

"Ours is a complete conspiracy this time. Regardless of whether they ask the professor or not, they will end up in this abandoned gymnasium."

As soon as these words came out.

Number 1 couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Number 10 to have thought of all the details so thoroughly.

However, No. 1 was obviously still worried, pointing at Q's body and asking.

"tenth."

"I can understand what you mean. Although they will definitely come on the 7th, how should we deal with them then?"

"There are more of them than us, and since I just sent them Q's photo, it means that I have been injured."

"If I hadn't been here then, wouldn't they have discovered the problem immediately?"

"What problem did you find?" No. 10 looked at the hesitant and nervous No. 1. He was obviously a little impatient, but he tried his best to suppress this emotion and continued to explain.

"We have specially moved Q's body to the gymnasium. The photo you just took was taken from a distance, which shows that... you were not next to Q."

"Later, hide in a position where they can't see you for the first time, and just wait quietly for their status and situation."

"If they don't find anything wrong, then proceed as planned."

"But if they find out, then... forget it, I'll just take the lead and help you determine the situation."

Speaking of it.

No. 10 suddenly took out his cell phone and dialed the professor's number, with a cold glint in his eyes.

Saw No. 10’s actions.

Number 1 immediately became anxious and quickly asked in confusion.

"Wait, Number Ten."

"Why did you suddenly call the professor? Didn't this first call expose our actions?"

"If the professor doesn't let No. 7 and the others come, but tells the Morgan consortium, then we will be stuck here and there will be no chance to escape."

After No. 1's words fell.

No. 10 frowned in confusion, put the phone back into his pocket, and told in confusion.

"Phone off."

"The professor's phone was turned off at a time like this."

"Forget it, don't worry about these trivial things. There is also No. 1. I repeat... There is absolutely no way that the professor will let us be caught by the people of the Morgan Consortium."

"Because, as traitors, as long as we are caught by the Morgan consortium, it is absolutely impossible for us to continue to help him hide things about the organization."

"As long as the professor wants to rebuild the poker organization, he will not do this kind of thing."

"So, now that he has no one else under his command, we can only let No. 7 and others solve our problem."

"If they don't come, will they dare?"

"No. 1, put down those unnecessary worries of yours. What you need to worry about now is... how to get rid of No. 7 and the others and get a huge reward that will be enough for your future life."

After saying this.

No. 10 stopped talking, turned his back to No. 1, and gathered his submachine gun again.

But from a position that No. 1 couldn't see, No. 10's eyes were full of ferocity and excitement, and he began to dream about the wonderful life of getting these huge rewards.

Of course, she never thought about... splitting those bounties into two.

Even No. 1, once it has no use value, will also become an attractive US$100 million.

......

at the same time.

In a high-end villa at the foot of Bear Mountain.

The professor was flipping through the Bible with a calm expression. In front of him was a cup of hot tea and a lit cigar that was burning alone in the ashtray.

Silently, he briefly flipped through the Bible in his hand.

The professor stood up slowly, walked to the lit fireplace in the living room, and then threw the Bible in his hand into the igniting flames.

Watch the Bible burn to ashes in the flames.

In the professor's mind, the picture of how he originally adopted these little guys and the reason why he founded the poker organization in the first place came to mind.

After staring at the fireplace in silence for a few seconds.

The professor walked to his bedroom and took out his second identity from the safe, a special identity that could 100% ensure that he left New York.

Hold the ID card in your hand.

The professor looked at his birth age above, and then looked at the mirror opposite. He saw that he had white hair, and his thoughts wandered to somewhere.

After sighing deeply.

The professor holding the ID card sat back on the sofa, picked up another version of the Bible, and started reading.

But compared to before... this time, his browsing speed was obviously much slower and much more serious.

The ID card placed on the table also shimmered under the light, seeming to be waiting for the professor to make a special decision...