The campus belle’s girlfriend betrays her and activates the ghost system

"Oh my god!"

"Someone got shot!"

"Run quickly...don't kill me!"

"..."

As Peter fell, the scene seemed to have been detonated with a bomb, causing chaos for an instant.

The crowd was like a flock of frightened birds, fleeing in all directions. Everyone's heart was filled with fear, as if the cold bullet would be shot into their head at the next moment.

The two drivers, who were still arguing fiercely, took the opportunity to slip away at some point. They disappeared at the end of the street, as if they had never appeared.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens in the distance pierced the air at the intersection, like a sharp knife, instantly making the entire scene even more panicked.

The police car flashes dazzling red and blue lights, speeding towards it, and the traffic lights at the intersection complement each other, as if they are communicating with each other?

The car door suddenly opened, and several police officers quickly jumped out of the car. They held batons and frowned as they looked at the chaotic crowd.

Tom motioned to the team members to calm down and let these people disperse.

After these people had almost run away, the noisy streets became quiet.

They used the vehicle as a cover and looked around to see if the murderer was still hiding somewhere in the darkness?

After a while, they felt it was safe, so they leaned out from behind each car, then slowly approached, and came to Peter who had been shot and fell to the ground.

Shit!

Tom couldn't help but curse.

This is not that Pete, a senior official of the Ministry of National Defense, was actually killed here!

Tom quickly took out his cell phone and dialed the emergency number tremblingly, his voice urgent and nervous.

"We need backup, this is Fourth Avenue and 10th Street, a senior Department of Defense official has been shot, yes, repeat, a senior Department of Defense official has been shot!"

After hanging up the phone, he quickly walked away and waved to the team members to set up a cordon and seal off the scene.

The yellow warning tape is like a huge snake, slowly unfolding in the street, separating the chaotic streets into two worlds.

Some bold pedestrians with unknown reasons tried to get closer to see what was going on inside, but were driven away by the police.

Several police cars and flashing police lights at the scene intertwined with the chaotic scene on the street to create a tense and orderly picture.

Not far away, another rapid siren sounded, and police cars came galloping like wild horses.

The car door slammed shut, and a group of uniformed police officers poured out of the car. Rolles, a fat man, rushed over with the forensic doctor.

……

Hexagon, conference room.

Steve, wearing a straight military uniform, sat at the head of the long conference table. His eyes were like two sharp blades, scanning the faces of every participant.

His brows suddenly knitted together, obviously very dissatisfied with the scene before him.

Diagonally opposite him, the seat where Pete should have been sitting was empty at the moment, as if silently mocking his leadership ability.

Steve knocked on the table in dissatisfaction, and his voice echoed in the quiet conference room: "That guy Pete, why hasn't he arrived yet? Doesn't he know how important today's meeting is?"

His eyes swept around the conference room, and finally settled on a young officer, "Um...you, call Pete and ask him where he is? Can he still come?"

"If you can't do it, go home and farm for me!"

At this moment, a long-legged secretary in uniform hurried in from outside, her face full of nervousness and uneasiness.

The sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed in the quiet conference room, and every step seemed to hit people's hearts.

She walked to Steve and leaned down. The surge in her chest rose and fell gently on Steve's shoulders, and the old man's heart couldn't help but surge.

The next time he arrived, the secretary's voice cut through the calm in the room like a cold blade: "General Steve, it's bad, General Pitt... he was shot."

Although her voice was low, it was as loud as thunder in the quiet conference room.

Steve's eyes froze for an instant, and he froze in the chair as if he had been struck by lightning.

When everyone at the meeting heard the news, they immediately started talking, their faces full of shock and fear.

"What? Pete was shot? How is this possible!" A middle-aged officer's eyes widened, and his face was pale, as if he had been hit hard.

"Pete is an important figure in our Department of Defense, and his death will have a significant impact on our plans?" A female official said nervously, tapping her fingers unconsciously on the table.

"Did this kid offend someone outside and be shot dead by his enemies?" A middle-aged man in military uniform, carrying two general stars on his shoulders, said with a hint of ridicule.

"Yes, this kid Pete can't always control his lower body, especially as he is a good wife. It will be a matter of time before he is retaliated against, haha!"

Another man with a star on his shoulders spoke with ridicule, even a bit of contempt.

"Don't add insult to injury here. Everyone is dead. Let's give people some final dignity!" Someone was dissatisfied with the words of these two people and spoke uprightly.

Steve slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Quiet! Don't keep nagging here. Will this solve the problem?"

"This matter must be reported to the president immediately, and we must take action to find the murderer!"

His voice was low and firm, and a trace of anger and determination flashed in his eyes.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and the atmosphere in the conference room became more tense and heavy.

Steve stood up and walked towards his office.

He wants to communicate with the president to discuss how to handle this matter?

He even thought of using the country's special power to mobilize those genetic warriors.

This assassination incident made him very uneasy.

Pete was shot today, but what about tomorrow?

What about the day after tomorrow?

Who will be brutally murdered next?

Could it be that this shooting was aimed at their Ministry of National Defense?

Maybe their ultimate goal is themselves!

The more Steve thought about it, the more frightened he became, and cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

No, you must get the president's consent to get a few genetic warriors to protect yourself.

In a huge domed white house, an old man with white hair and white eyebrows was sitting behind his huge desk, sipping coffee comfortably.

A pair of eyes that always couldn't wake up opened with difficulty, and from under his eyelids, he kept glancing at the charming blond lady sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite him.

He likes this type very much. He is mature and charming, has a great figure, is active and generous, and is proficient in various postures. When dealing with this kind of person, he does not need to move at all.

Jingle bell bell…

The dedicated phone on the table rang. The white eyebrows of the white-haired old man twitched slightly, and he reached out and picked up a red phone.

"Hello, I'm Bet! Use this phone. Is there any emergency?"