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Chapter 370 The Death of the Lame Wolf
A son who grows up with a policeman father is not necessarily a policeman, but a son who grows up with a drug lord father is almost certainly a drug lord.

Because fate offered no other choice for the descendants of drug lords.

Crippled Wolf was puffing away in the smoking room, while Ah Huan stood guard beside him to prevent him from losing control of his desires and smashing the lockers.

At that moment, the chandelier above my head flickered, but soon returned to normal.

Crippled Wolf was busy smoking his second cigarette, completely oblivious to everything except the cigarette in his hand, while Ah Huan sensed something was amiss.

But he had to keep an eye on the lame wolf and didn't have time to check on the situation.

Those in their line of work are always on high alert, and any slight disturbance will trigger their sensitive nerves.

Ah-Huan went outside and was surprised to find that the entire villa, most of the rooms, including the living room, had lost power.

He immediately took out his phone and dialed the guard at the villa's entrance: "What's going on outside?"

At the villa entrance, a subordinate in a security uniform spoke into his phone, "There seems to be a problem with the electrical box. I've already sent Lao Wang over to take a look."

Ah Huan frowned. Using the light from his phone, he returned to the bedroom, took out night vision goggles and a mini pistol from the bedside table, and then leaned halfway out the window.

Ah Huan secretly installed many motion sensors around the villa, a fact unknown to anyone, including Crippled Wolf.

There is no possibility of it being demolished ahead of schedule.

If someone walks by, his phone will definitely call the police.

Ah Huan was worried that the power outage meant the anti-drug squad had found them.

But outside the window, the wind and water were calm, and there wasn't a single person in sight on the road.

There was no one in the distance and no alarms nearby, so it was just a false alarm.

Ah Huan breathed a sigh of relief and shouted into his phone, "Get this sorted out quickly."

The subordinate replied blankly, "I understand."

In front of him, a man wearing glasses silently moved his phone away and hung up.

The doorman, his eyes vacant, kept repeating to the man, "No one has come tonight, no one has come tonight..."

The bespectacled man was the same one who had met Janus before.

It's obvious he came to silence them.

The lame wolf upstairs was still reveling in the feeling of soaring through the sky.

They were completely unaware of the approaching danger downstairs.

Ah-huan, who had just put down his night vision goggles and stepped out of the room, suddenly saw a figure slip in through the front door.

He instinctively pointed his pistol at the figure: "Who?"

The bespectacled man didn't say anything, but simply walked quietly towards the stairs.

boom!boom!
Seeing that the shadowy figure remained silent, Ah Huan acted decisively and immediately opened fire.

Although the villa was full of Crippled Wolf's henchmen, they didn't say a word when he made such a joke, so they deserved to be beaten to death.

He didn't care whether it was a prank by his subordinates or a misunderstanding.

However, for a Mask, even the weakest one, the Crying Mask, a pistol is just a toy.

Both shots missed.

It wasn't that Ah Huan's marksmanship was bad, but rather that the bespectacled man directly manipulated his consciousness to deflect the gun's muzzle.

Seeing that his two shots had failed, Ah Huan, who was hiding in the second-floor corridor, tried to lean out to fire a third shot, but before he could even lean out, he was horrified to find that he could not move his body.

Ah-huan wanted to speak up and ask who it was, but at that moment the man with glasses had already walked up to him.

The bespectacled man only glanced at Ah Huan, and Ah Huan fainted and had all his memories of the night erased.

The bespectacled man picked up Ah-Huan's miniature pistol and walked step by step toward the smoking room, where there was no sound coming from inside.

But he knew that the lame wolf was hiding at the door, ready to ambush him.

With such a loud gunshot, there was no way the lame wolf wouldn't have heard it.

One injection of naloxone and two cigarettes greatly alleviated the limping wolf's withdrawal symptoms, at least temporarily restoring some of his thinking ability.

After waiting for a long time without anyone coming in, the lame wolf, who had just finished partying, couldn't stand still any longer. He suddenly appeared at the door and fired two shots down the corridor.

Without a doubt, both shots missed.

The bespectacled man didn't stop and continued walking towards the lame wolf.

The lame wolf refused to believe it and fired wildly at the bespectacled man, but he didn't hit him even after emptying his magazine.

"Where are they?! Ah Huan? Shan Ji?!"

The lame wolf, whose magazine was empty, shouted loudly.

Inside the empty villa, only his screams and the bespectacled man's footsteps echoed.

The eerie scene and the bespectacled man's strange demeanor finally made the crippled wolf realize something: "You're Cat's Eye?! Have you changed bodies again?"

The bespectacled man didn't speak, but instead pointed his pistol at the lame wolf.

Now the lame wolf panicked: "Wait! Why are you trying to kill me?! I swear I haven't told anyone about you!"

The only response to the lame wolf's pleas for mercy was a bullet fired by the bespectacled man.

The bullet pierced the lame wolf's upper jaw precisely, exiting from the back of his head, splattering blood on the wall and carrying a piece of his skull.

People who frequently play video games are certainly familiar with the concept of headshots.

However, the human skull is actually much harder than people imagine, and it is not uncommon for it to jam a handgun bullet.

In addition, Ah-huan's pistol is a small-caliber mini-type.

Unless the bullet passes right through the eye socket and enters the skull, it is very difficult to kill with one shot.

In movies, people commit suicide so easily, leaving without any pain.

Suicide is actually very painful and far more difficult than you might imagine.

Ai Liang had marveled more than once that human vitality is both fragile and tenacious.

For example, if someone is hanged, they can struggle for a long time with just their hands, and their death is gruesome, with their tongue stretched out in a very disgusting way. Ai Liang tried it once and never tried it a second time.

Aiming at the temple, sometimes a slight tremor in his hand would shave off half of the skull, but the person would still be alive. This led Ai Liang to create a novel way to play...

cough cough.

Later, Ai Liang woke up from the killing, abandoned her methods of torture, and decided to treat people with compassion and mercy, giving them a quick and painless death.

Without using superpowers, the fastest way Ai Liang could kill someone was to twist their neck, slit their arteries, or shove a gun into their mouth.

The former needs little introduction, while the latter bullet can quickly and accurately penetrate the palate and reach the brainstem, spitting out brain matter from the back of the head, achieving the fastest possible death.

Just don't look at the back, because there's a hole the size of a bowl at the back of your head, and there's something wobbling inside, which really affects your appetite.

The man with glasses used this method.

After eliminating his target, the bespectacled man threw down his pistol and prepared to leave.

Just then, black liquid began to gush from the ground.

Soon, a black-water entity named Thirteen appeared in front of the bespectacled man.

(End of this chapter)