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Looking at the Witness lying in a pool of blood, Chen Tan Hua slammed his fist down on the nearby table, sending splinters flying and leaving the table in disarray.
"I was just a moment too late; it's all my fault for being so careless!"
Having someone testify in person would undoubtedly carry more weight than a video recording, especially since there was physical evidence still in the hands of the Witness, which had yet to be handed over to Chen Tan Hua.
After venting his emotions, Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua began to rummage through the chaotic room, holding onto a faint hope that the person behind this was merely silencing the Witness without knowing about the evidence.
However, as time passed, the outcome was disappointingly predictable. Aside from the useless clutter left by the Witness, there were no relevant clues to be found.
The two exchanged glances and then sat down quietly. The current situation had far exceeded their expectations, so they needed to pause and gather their thoughts.
Since Jufeng had just arrived and was somewhat of an outsider, his mind was clearer than that of Chen Tan Hua. He began to analyze, "The assassin who attacked you on the street and the mastermind behind the murder of the Witness are clearly part of the same group. Logically, since you've been hiding your tracks and investigating discreetly, no one should know your identity or what you're looking into. Therefore, the key point lies with this Witness. He must have exposed something, which led to today's Situation."
Jufeng expressed this with full trust in Chen Tan Hua, and indeed it was true. Chen Tan Hua was always cautious in his work, meticulous to a fault. He would change his identity every time he arrived at a new place, leaving no trace behind. Thus, it was certain that the problem lay with the Witness.
Understanding Jufeng's deeper meaning, Chen Tan Hua tried to calm his emotions. After pondering for a moment, he said with certainty, "It must be Huankezhao."
At this, Jufeng nodded; this was also his first suspect. After some thought, he concluded that this was indeed their only suspect.
Who would go so far as to kill this Witness? Unless there were deep-seated grudges involved, such an act would be unthinkable. Moreover, just as he was about to trade evidence with Chen Tan Hua, it was coincidental that Chen Tan Hua found himself being hunted.
The only clue related to these events pointed towards Huankezhao. If Chen Tan Hua sought evidence of Huankezhao colluding with terrorists to harm innocent people, then naturally the latter would not want his sinister actions exposed under the light of day.
Yet here the trail ended abruptly. How could Chen Tan Hua accept this? Eight years of effort had gone to waste; even if he forced a smile on his lips, he now appeared somewhat ferocious.
In a moment of silence between them, they suddenly lifted their heads simultaneously, their brows furrowing in unison.
They had heard footsteps outside—deliberately muffled and light but unmistakable to both Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua.
Exchanging a glance, Jufeng tossed the handgun he had just snatched from the assassin to Chen Tan Hua.
The latter was an expert with firearms and could certainly make good use of it. Although Jufeng was not skilled at shooting, he was quite adept at throwing bullets.
Back in the underground factory of the Azure Dragon Monk, Jufeng had managed to hold his ground against numerous Gunners solely with his hands.
Jufeng slowly approached the door, while Chen Tan Hua leaped up to the ceiling and climbed onto the dilapidated roof.
He placed a dressing mirror that he had casually taken from inside at the entrance, leaning it against the shadow of the doorway. Jufeng quietly awaited the arrival of their enemies.
Gradually, the door was pushed open with a soft creak, and a figure appeared in the mirror.
Without missing a beat, Jufeng fired a bullet just as the person revealed their head, using the mirror as a reference point. The shot was incredibly precise, striking the person squarely in the forehead.
Before that person’s raised leg could even touch the ground, they fell backward. Instantly, a barrage of gunfire erupted from outside, turning what had been a decent door into a sieve.
After the gunfire ceased, footsteps outside came to a halt. The death of one of their comrades forced them to reconsider their approach.
Looking up, they naturally began to shift their focus to the upper part of the building.
This had originally been a row of connected bungalows, about several dozen units joined together. However, most had perished in the flames of war, leaving only Witness barely hanging on.
Thus, attacking from above was also a viable option.
Among those outside, five individuals split off and began to ascend toward the upper part of the house from the side. Their movements were clean and swift, clearly indicative of professional training.
Reaching above the room, having learned from their fallen brother’s fate, they were careful not to act recklessly. They paid close attention to their footing, wary of any bullets that might suddenly come flying up.
They tried to move lightly, making no sound, but in their excessive caution, they failed to notice the gun barrel peeking out from a short distance ahead.
At this range, Jufeng was confident he could hit three targets. How much more so for Chen Tan Hua, who was very familiar with firearms? He seized the opportunity and fired five shots in quick succession, all hitting vital points. Only one person managed to return fire, but it was just a single shot that missed by a wide margin.
The sound of "bang bang!" echoed as five men fell onto the rooftop, then tumbled down one after another.
With a heavy thud, five bodies weighing over a hundred pounds each crashed to the ground—some unconscious, others never to awaken again.
The assassins sent to kill were only aware of their mission to eliminate and erase traces. Only their leader understood the situation inside. However, things had already exceeded his expectations. Wasn't there supposed to be just one person? Now it seemed like more than one was fighting—one moment at the door, the next on the roof. Could it be that they could split themselves?
Before even seeing the enemy's situation, they had already lost six men. No matter how one looked at it, this was infuriating.
Thus, the leader decided not to play by the rules anymore. Whether it was one or two opponents, they couldn't possibly outnumber his twenty-plus men. He would charge in all at once and see how they could resist.
This was a brutal way of killing. Under normal circumstances, he would never make such a choice. But now the situation was special, and the identity of the person giving orders was too noble for him to act carelessly.
With a command given, everyone surged into the house. Inside, however, there was nothing but a quietly placed vanity mirror on the floor and a corpse that had been dead for some time—completely empty.
If someone was dead, they could no longer be counted as a living being.
Seeing this, the leader was taken aback and hurried outside, personally leading several subordinates to search the rooftop. But at that moment, there wasn't a single shadow in sight!
He collapsed onto the rooftop, his eyes vacant as he thought of the terror of the person who had given him orders. His clothes were instantly soaked with sweat.
"Commander Wen," he stammered, "I deserve death for my failure. Please forgive me; I let the target escape."
"Oh?" came a dispassionate response from the other end of the line, followed by a slow drawl: "Then you needn't come back to see me. Run as far away as you can; you are worthless."
The subordinate's heart immediately felt lighter, and without even bothering to inform his brothers, he hurried home, planning to gather some belongings and find a place to hide.
On the other end of the line, Commander Wen maintained a calm demeanor. Although he wore a smile, it resembled a still pond, devoid of any vitality.
He was a handsome young man, dressed casually, yet exuding an aura of death.
With his fingers interlaced, he toyed with a green ring on his thumb, and after a moment of silence, he spoke to the subordinate waiting behind him.
"Inform the Prince of the results. I will personally investigate further."
The subordinate took his leave, and the room fell into silence once more.
After a while, the handsome Commander Wen chuckled softly as he gazed at a photo on the table depicting a figure from behind. He murmured to himself, "What an interesting person. You've even investigated Eight Years. Who are you? And who is behind you..."
(To be continued)
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