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

He picked up the submachine gun and kicked open the bathroom stall door.

The petite No. 10 had eyes full of coldness and cruelty. She licked her lips excitedly and walked towards the place where the explosion had just occurred.

Just walked out of the bathroom.

Number 10 saw very clearly...the abandoned locker room that had exploded earlier had become a mess, with smoke constantly emerging and pouring out.

At the same time, even though she was dozens of meters away, she could smell a strong smell of blood.

Judging from the strong smell of blood, it is highly likely that no good outcome will come to those who entered this abandoned locker room earlier, including No. 7.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive the explosion, you will just experience pain for a longer period of time.

Now, Number 10 has no intention of letting these people go. She will even find an opportunity to kill Number 1 later.

There was no hesitation at all.

In order to avoid being stopped by professional killers, No. 10 walked at a very fast pace and quickly arrived at the outskirts of the abandoned locker room that had just exploded.

Walk to the periphery.

The smoke and dust still hadn't dissipated yet, and the area outside made it impossible to see the specific situation inside.

However, just outside this abandoned locker room, No. 10 had already found two bodies, belonging to No. 2 and No. 3.

There were wounds on No. 3's abdomen caused by the impact of numerous explosives, and his left chest was pierced by a direct hit, and he was obviously out of breath.

But compared to number three.

The death of No. 2 was obviously more miserable and horrific.

As the first person to discover the remote-controlled bomb, No. 2 was undoubtedly very close to the bomb installed outside.

Plus.

After No. 2 discovered the bomb, he didn't even have time to inform other members, let alone find a chance to escape from the explosion range.

So, as the person closest to the explosion range.

Now half of No. 2's body has been blown apart, with blood dripping and internal organs spilling all over the ground, making him look particularly hideous and terrifying.

Fortunately, the explosion only hit the body and did not affect the head.

Otherwise, if the head is blown to pieces, it will be a hassle to identify it and get the reward later.

Looking at the body of number two.

Number 10 smiled with some disdain, spat at half of her body, and spoke with a mocking tone.

"You are such an ignorant fool, and you still want to find me?"

"You even think... now that Q is dead and I'm gone, you can seize the opportunity to climb up?"

"Climb, keep climbing, in the sight of God..."

Not finished yet.

"Kala-kaala--"

A sound like someone rummaging through something suddenly and clearly reached No. 10's ears.

next second.

Number 10 immediately turned his head and looked into the abandoned locker room, narrowed his eyes, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and was ready to shoot at any time.

Because, No. 10 was very sure that the sound of rummaging just now came from the locker room, which meant... someone actually survived the explosion?

Think of this.

Number 10 immediately stopped paying attention to the two bodies on the ground, and walked towards the locker room with extreme seriousness and caution.

......

Just as No. 10 was exploring forward and trying to deal with the people who were still alive.

Number One also started his mission.

There will be seven bodies to be moved later, plus him and No. 10, so a large enough heavy-duty off-road or pickup truck must be prepared.

The private car that he had driven earlier was not only not big enough, but was also basically completely scrapped after it had just hit and killed Q.

If we want to find a car to transport these bodies now, we can only... look at the two cars driven by No. 7 and others to see if there is any possibility and opportunity to break the door and start the car.

If it cannot be started within a short period of time, then the problem will be troublesome.

In that kind of explosion, the car keys might have been blown to pieces.

With this thought.

Number One has arrived outside the abandoned gymnasium and started to carefully check whether the two cars driven by Number Seven and others can be opened and used.

Just as Number One was squatting on the road, carefully looking at the heavy off-road vehicle driven by Number Seven.

"boom--"

"boom---

"boom----"

......

The extremely clear roar of a sports car engine suddenly sounded from the road in the distance.

Hear the sound of this engine.

Number One was stunned for a moment, then he quickly realized... this was most likely a professional killer wandering around here, who had just heard the explosion caused by Number Ten.

That's why he drove such a flashy sports car, not caring about his whereabouts being exposed, he just needed to get to this place as quickly as possible.

next second.

Feeling that the high beams of the sports car were shining on his back, No. 1 did not hesitate at all. He immediately lowered his body and took small steps to hide to the side of the car.

Now Number One knows very well how tempting this abandoned stadium is to those professional killers.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the news that there are seven bodies of poker organization members and two living members of the organization are spread out.

Half an hour later.

This completely abandoned stadium will instantly become a battlefield for professional killers. Each team of killers will use their own skills to kill other colleagues for the $700 million.

tension.

Worry.

Scared.

......

All kinds of emotions kept surging in his heart, making No. 1, who was already a little cowardly, nervous and shaking again.

If the people coming are really professional killers, can we take care of them with just me and No. 10?

Since they came in sports cars, the number of opponents should not be large. As long as we kill them, we should be able to leave this abandoned stadium safely.

Without knowing the specific circumstances, professional killers would never share information with other colleagues, for fear that the reward or favorable information would be obtained by others first.

So, if they kill the people in the sports car, they will be completely safe.

As the roar of the sports car engine got closer, Number One became more and more nervous.

He pulled the pistol from his waist, unfastened the safety, and clenched it tightly, forcing himself to calm down.

Now he couldn't call number 10 to ask what to do, and it would be useless even if he did.

If nothing unexpected happens, No. 10, who is currently cleaning the battlefield, has probably encountered some trouble.

Because the sound of this sports car is not small. Even No. 10 in the abandoned gymnasium can definitely hear the sound of the engine clearly.

To know.

This abandoned gymnasium is located in a remote area, and no one might have come here for several days in the past.

Suddenly, the sound of an engine was heard again, not long after the explosion. With No. 10's attentiveness and caution, he must have been able to detect the problem.

But now...No. 10 hasn't called to ask about the details of the engine noise.

This undoubtedly shows that No. 10 is also busy with other things and has no time to make phone calls. It is very likely that he will silence the remaining members who are lucky enough to be alive.

Therefore.

Number One did not choose to call to inquire, but instead hid behind a heavy off-road vehicle, clenching his pistol with anxiety and worry.

The sound of the sports car's engine was getting closer.

A few seconds later.

"laugh---"

A violent braking sound was heard dozens of meters away.

Followed by.

Number One heard very clearly... the sound of someone getting out of a sports car, slamming the door shut, and gradually approaching him.

"tread--"

"tread---"

"tread----"

......

The sound of heavy footsteps made No. 1 more and more nervous.

Just when the footsteps were getting very close, perhaps less than ten meters away, No. 1 was almost unable to hold back and stretched out his cover to fire the first shot.

A voice that was somewhat low and cold, yet extremely familiar to Number One, rang clearly in his ears.

"Number one."

"Are you... hiding from me?"