Artifact Report

Chapter 308 Dual Perspectives: Brianna and...who?

The bullet pierced Fu Tailan's forehead.

From the moment Brianna saw Fu Tailan to the moment she pulled the trigger, it took less than thirty seconds.

The other party is a "genius hunter" in the circle; with such a great reputation, how can we give him a chance to show his strength?

What he wanted, how he got in, what he controlled... none of that matters.

Once a person dies, there will be no more problems.

Brianna followed the bullets and gunfire, moving forward step by step, emptying every single bullet from the magazine.

One heavy gunshot after another shattered the invisible rope that had bound Fu Tailan tightly, causing his limbs and head to slump and spin in all directions, like a piece of paper about to be torn apart by the waves. Finally, with a muffled thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

Even after a person falls, for a brief moment, the air is filled with layers upon layers of vibrant, deep and shallow crimson.

The gasps of alarm, the overturned chairs, the hurried footsteps, and the still-circling siren... all receded behind Brianna, becoming an indistinct background.

"Secretary Green..." someone called out.

Whether it counts as murder or not is irrelevant to her.

The people who were originally standing next to Fu Tai Lan, to avoid stray bullets, were now either lying on the ground or hiding behind chairs; almost everyone stared at her with their snow-white eyes, their faces bloodshot, speechless.

Brianna looked down at Fu Tailan's corpse.

Aside from being shot in the forehead, his face was completely intact, and his eyes were half-open, as if he had countless plans and schemes, but before he could use them, they shattered and solidified along with his brain.

Even without looking, one can sense the underlying unease and panic around them—even though this is a security center, not everyone has seen a dead body; and not everyone is mentally prepared to witness a murder scene on their way to work.

"I received intelligence that these are terrorists who have infiltrated private property carrying lethal weapons."

She was too lazy to appease anyone, but she had to maintain order, so she raised her voice and said, "I'm going to examine the body, then notify the police if necessary, and clean up the scene if necessary. I'll take responsibility for anything that comes with it. You all go back to your positions and continue working."

That's what they said, but there were still quite a few people who were stunned and stood there staring blankly.

Brianna opened her mouth and said, "The alert level can be lifted. He was acting alone."

"Understood," the security supervisor said, his face pale but still relatively calm. "I'll have two people move him to the room?"

Moving the inspection to the room, with fewer eyes watching from all sides, is naturally more convenient.

As for concerns about protecting the scene, Brianna naturally ignored them completely—whatever explanation the Vecile side gave, the police would accept it; it was just a formality.

The security supervisor waved to a few people, who covered the body with a coat and carried it away. Not far away was a small conference room. After someone pushed open the door, the two men responsible for moving Fu Tailan threw him onto the table with a thud.

Brianna opened her mouth and said, "Hans, go to the manor and report the situation to Mr. Wei for me. Also, take that wolf out with you."

An employee with a face covered in blood nodded upon hearing this and turned to walk towards the alpha wolf.

"Wait a minute," Brianna suddenly had a thought. "Alpha Wolf, where is Fu Tailan now?"

After all, the opponent is a hunter who is known as a "young genius".

Even though it looked like Fu Tailan, she didn't dare to be so presumptuous as to assume that the person who was killed by several bullets in a few dozen seconds had indeed died simply at her hands.

Whether it was because the building was brightly lit or for some other reason—compared to when it was under the cover of night, anyone who saw it now would never mistake it for a wolf.

"Isn't Fu Tai Lan right here?"

The alpha wolf's mouth was now wide open, its lower jaw seemingly opening from its chest, forming an absurdly large, tunnel-like, dark abyss.

The sound that emanated from the depths of the black hole carried a hint of oily, subtle pleasure, as if it were gloating over something only it knew—Briana immediately tensed up.

"Then let me rephrase my question. Was the person I killed Fu Tailan?"

That dark, gaping mouth, which seemed to have even opened its chest cavity, remained frozen, unchanged.

No sound.

"...The alpha wolf?"

Brianna turned around and stared at it intently.

The cave inside the alpha wolf's mouth remained deathly dark.

Above its wide-open black hole, a pair of bloodshot, unmistakably human, cloudy eyes struggled to turn to one side—as if unable to speak and desperately trying to communicate with their eyes.

Brianna raised her eyes.

Behind the alpha wolf, a person wearing a hat and with their head down sighed softly.

Who?
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Even Fu Tailan couldn't escape a bullet.

The small-eyed figure hovered in the shadows beneath a desk a few meters away; he also had no protective avatar on him.

Furthermore, Green acted without thinking when he shot someone, almost as if he couldn't wait—as if he were completely detached from the consequences of his actions and had no scruples whatsoever—leaving no possibility of dodging or escaping.

Therefore, the only possible outcome for Fu Tai Lan was to be shot, fall to the ground, and die.

Who would have thought Green was so ruthless… he thought to himself.

Not only did he fire quickly, but even after Fu Tailan was hit in the forehead, he was still not satisfied and immediately emptied all the bullets in his pistol.

He was still a minor, how could you kill him so ruthlessly?
See? Fu Tailan was already dead the moment he was shot in the forehead. Hunters are human too; one bullet is enough. He watched Fu Tailan fall to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, and couldn't help but look away, lowering his head; his face was wet and warm, splattered with Fu Tailan's blood.

Secretary Green walked over to Fu Tailan's body and glanced at it a few times.

Honestly, even though almost all the blood had escaped from Fu Tai Lan's body and she was already dead, he still had a cautious and doubtful look on his face, as if he couldn't quite believe it.

How much more can one die to be considered truly dead? Fu Tailan has already reached the point of no return.

“…Go back to your positions and continue working,” Green said, turning to reassure the people in the hall.

How could someone witness a murder and then go back to work as if nothing had happened?
Let alone the fact that many of them are just doing auxiliary work, even bodyguards and guards who are mentally prepared for this can't just wipe the blood off a dead person's face like it's blood on their face... Oh, right, this reminds him that blood on the face can't be wiped off.

The fact that many people stayed behind and stared blankly was actually a good thing for him.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he quietly retreated to a corner and, as if covering his mouth with one hand, secretly pressed the mouth doll in his palm to his lips.

“The alert level can be lifted; he was acting alone,” Secretary Green said, opening his mouth.

...Speaking of which, illusions are truly amazing.

Point the card at your face after you've shaken it out, give them your information about Fu Tai Lan, and it will turn into a "Fu Tai Lan driver's license".

After secretly slipping it into someone else's pocket, that person took his place and became Fu Tailan.

Even though he clearly remembers that he was Fu Tailan just minutes ago, once the "identity card" is transferred to someone else, he becomes a person with a blank identity—he doesn't even know who he is when he thinks of himself.

...He had never experienced such a refreshing and expansive freedom.

Unfortunately, this freedom is just an illusion.

He's already in the thick of it all. Whoever he is, the task at hand—to break the deadlock and gain the upper hand—remains unchanged.

Seeing the security supervisor call for help, he quickly went over and handed her a coat. The people moving the body understood, covered Fu Tailan's body, and carried it into the nearby conference room.

Even if it was an illusion, that freedom vanished too quickly and too soon; the moment the corpse was touched, his identity returned to its original owner—he opened his eyes once again from the cage called "Fu Tai Lan".

See? Some things are inescapable.

Fu Tailan deliberately lagged behind last, pretending that he had forgotten something in his coat pocket, and casually retrieved his "identity card"; when he felt the time was right, he pulled down the brim of his hat and covered his mouth with the mouth doll once again.

Secretary Green opened his mouth and said, "Hans, go to the manor and report the situation to Mr. Wei for me. Also, take that wolf out with you."

Fu Tailan nodded, turned around and walked out from behind the other employees—one of them glanced at him, probably not remembering who "Hans" was; but when his gaze fell on the name tag hanging on his chest, he quickly turned his head back.

After taking down so many people, how could they not have their employee badges?

Even if the photo is of a woman, you can just wear it backwards; which human being can guarantee that they and their colleagues have never worn their name tags backwards?

As long as he could prevent the creature in the lair from telling Green the truth, he could go to the main building openly and honestly—the thing that was becoming less and less like a wolf was raising its head at him, revealing a smile that was no different from a human's.

How do I get it to cooperate? It must understand human speech, right? It seems much more advanced than the goldfish-like AI that Vesile used last time.

Nest creatures only want a few things—

However, as soon as he approached, before he could even speak, Secretary Green suddenly turned his head away.

“Wait a minute,” Green asked from afar, “Alpha Wolf, where is Fu Tai Lan now?”

...This guy is so much of a hindrance that I wouldn't feel guilty killing him.

He quickly took two steps behind "Alpha Wolf" and stood behind a row of screens, avoiding Green's gaze.

It turns out that the alpha wolf not only understands human speech, but also speaks standard human language himself.

“Fu Tai Lan is right here,” it said, its mouth opening wider and wider, and its human eyes subtly slid in his direction.

...It looks like things are going to get worse.

How do I stop it from talking?

Fu Tailan couldn't help but look around—but when his gaze returned to the alpha wolf, he was taken aback.

From that dark, deep cave, a pair of eyes rolled around and then met his gaze.

Small, small eyes?
When did Little Eyes get into the wolf's mouth?

Wait a minute, can Xiaoyan go in? What does this mean?
Is that why the alpha wolf has remained silent?
However, despite the countless questions swirling in his mind, he had no time to think about any of them deeply at that moment.

Secretary Green had turned around and first stared intently at the alpha wolf; then, his gaze followed the alpha wolf's eyes and gradually shifted to himself.

He sighed.

...He originally didn't want things to come to this.

When he left the Morgan house, he took three fake images with him.

The mouth doll was one thing, the "identity card" was another; and there was a third thing, which he never used.

Because Fu Tailan dislikes bloodshed.

Disliking something doesn't mean he can't do it.

(End of this chapter)