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

Although the bullets in my hand have been used up.

But the anger in K's heart did not diminish at all.

Looking at the body of No. 10 lying beside him, the more K thought about it, the more he couldn't understand why she had to go to this point.

Even if they believed that the poker organization could not get through this level, it would be destroyed by that dog Su Ming.

So when she jumped from the second floor of the villa, she was able to find an opportunity to escape, and there was a certain chance that she could even escape from New York City.

Because all the attention of Su Ming, the dog, will be attracted by him, Reni and others, and he will not pay attention to No. 10 at all.

Wouldn't it be better to run away?

Why did they have to target other members? Why did they have to kill their closest family members for the so-called reward?

K couldn't figure it out.

Given how much he valued his family's character, he could never understand...why they could do such cruel and unreasonable things for money.

He sighed deeply in silence.

K no longer looked at the bodies of No. 1 and No. 10 on the ground. He walked slowly towards the abandoned stadium not far away with heavy and tired steps.

It's not just the body that is tired, but also the indescribable mental fatigue and a bit of confusion.

......

Arrived at the first floor of the abandoned stadium.

K looked around carefully and immediately saw... a body thrown casually nearby. It was Q's body.

There was no hesitation at all.

K immediately ran towards the location of the body. When he came to the side of the body and saw the tragic death of Q, an indescribable feeling of sadness surged in his heart.

The western limb was in a strangely twisted shape, with obvious signs of being hit by a car.

His body was covered in dried blood, and there was a hideous bloody hole on his forehead, making him look particularly miserable and painful.

K found it hard to accept it... Q was still alive and well just a few hours ago, but now he has become so miserable.

K opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But all the words were inexplicably stuck in his throat, making him unable to utter a single word.

At this point, it seems that no matter what I say, it has lost its meaning. No matter what I say...Q can't hear it.

Silence for two seconds.

K slowly reached out his hand, covered Q's face, and closed his open eyes.

Withdraw your palm.

K stared at Q seriously for a few seconds, then slowly stood up with a calm expression and walked towards the second floor of the abandoned stadium.

It's in this seemingly ordinary abandoned stadium.

He didn't just lose Q as a family member, the other little ones also died at the hands of that bitch Number Ten.

Come to the second floor of the abandoned stadium.

With the extremely clear smell of blood and gunpowder in his nose, K had already arrived at the door of the abandoned locker room.

And just when I reached the door.

K paused in his tracks, because in his sight, he had already seen... the bodies that had been blown to pieces, with blood flowing together to form a river.

Such cruel scenes constantly irritated K's nerves.

The owners of these corpses were once K’s most cared-about family members, and were also his partners who grew up together in the poker organization.

He moved painfully to the side of the corpse.

No. 2's body was blown to pieces, with his internal organs scattered all over the floor. No. 3's chest was also covered with various impact fragments from the explosion.

It is clear.

In order to ensure that they could be 100% eliminated, No. 10 prepared a bomb with a terrifying equivalent in this abandoned locker room.

Just like what we did before.

K squatted beside No. 2 and No. 3, reached out and gently closed their eyes.

Followed by.

K walked into the locker room.

Compared to outside, the smell of blood and gunpowder in the locker room is obviously stronger.

Now K no longer holds out hope that the little guy can survive.

In No. 10's words just now, she said that she had checked the entire locker room thoroughly, and even if someone was lucky enough to survive such a violent explosion,

Number 10, who has been tempted by the US dollar and has gone completely crazy, will never let it survive.

Now K's only hope is that his most cherished family members don't suffer too much pain before they die.

With this thought in mind, K walked into the abandoned locker room.

After searching carefully for a while, he could see very clearly the bodies of three former family members: West, Five, and Six.

Just as he expected...Since these three people were close to the bomb, when No. 10 detonated the bomb, they were killed immediately and did not suffer the greatest pain.

When he walked to the innermost part of the abandoned locker room, K suddenly discovered... Number 7 with half of his body pressed under the wall.

But compared to the others, No. 7 obviously suffered more.

The sharp dagger was still stuck in his neck. The blood had already flowed out and formed a river at the location of his head.

The most important thing is...Number Seven's eyes, which were not closed, were filled with terror and fear.

Number 7, who was not killed in the explosion at the first time, was still trying his best to survive, but at this moment... Number 10 stabbed him in the neck with a dagger.

K didn't want to guess what happened at that time, so he just reached out and closed No. 7's eyes.

Do it all.

K stood up slowly, looked around the abandoned locker room, closed his eyes silently, and a tear filled with sadness quietly slid down from the corner of his eye.

K was in pain, very sad, and struggling. He didn't know why he had become like this, and he didn't know...what else he could do.

Take a deep breath.

K suppressed the various complex emotions in his heart.

Leaving the abandoned locker room, he returned to the location of the heavy off-road vehicle.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Open the trunks of several cars nearby and take out all the spare gasoline inside.

According to the habits of the organization members, in order to avoid exposing their whereabouts due to refueling, each car basically has several barrels of gasoline ready for use in the trunk.

Carrying a gasoline can.

K walked back to the abandoned stadium, opened the gasoline barrel, and sprinkled the harsh gasoline on various flammable materials inside the stadium.

Although the stadium has been abandoned for many years, the plastic chairs and various flammable materials in the stands have not been removed at the same time.

After pouring out several barrels of gasoline.

K pulled the pistol out of his pocket and fired a shot at the gasoline location.

“Shh—shh—”

Sparks from the bullets flew up and quickly ignited all the spilled gasoline, starting a raging fire.

K stood in the raging fire, his originally pale face illuminated by the flames. He threw the gasoline barrel in his hand aside, with unspeakable pain on his face.

Now he couldn't take the bodies of those members away for burial, but he also couldn't just stay here.

If it is left here alone, it will either be discovered by professional killers and turned into a bounty, or it will be infested by mosquitoes and rot.

No matter which one it is, it is a situation that K does not want to see.

In this raging fire, saying goodbye to this world is undoubtedly the best option left at the moment.

He stared at the raging fire for several seconds.

K returned to the heavy off-road vehicle, looked at the bodies of No. 1 and No. 10, picked up the last bucket of gasoline, and poured it on the two of them casually.

The same bullet was used to ignite the gasoline on the two bodies.

traitor.

He didn't deserve to end up in the same place with Q and the other little guys, but considering their past friendship, K couldn't bear to see their bodies thrown casually on the street.

Cremating them both was K's last act of kindness.

......

After finishing these finishing touches.

K took the car key that he had just picked up from the body of No. 10 and opened the heavy off-road vehicle that was originally driven by No. 7 and others.

Sit in the driver's seat.

K looked at the raging fire behind him and he was rarely confused.

This time he specifically escaped from the Port of New York and returned to Queens after surviving a near-death experience, just to rebuild the entire poker organization and become the backbone of No. 7 and others again.

But now...all the members of the poker organization are basically dead, and the three people, Reilly, Riley and J, in the New York Harbor are probably in danger.

What is he going to do?

All the people are gone, how can we talk about reconstruction?

After a few seconds of confused silence.

K couldn't help but take a deep breath, then started the SUV and drove towards Bear Mountain on the outskirts of New York.

No matter what the organization is like now, as long as the professor is still here, there is still hope...