Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

The following morning, in Bogotá, the capital of Colombia.

The sharp wail of sirens ripped through the city's tranquility as police cars roared through the streets. Overhead, several helicopters circled and patrolled, their rotors churning the air with a deep, oppressive roar.

The entire city seemed to be suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, entering a state of high alert.

There were noticeably more police officers on the streets, their sharp eyes scanning passersby, and anyone acting suspiciously would be stopped and questioned.

Inside the Shangri-La Hotel lobby, a large number of police officers were gathered, including the driver who had previously served the shooter and his accomplices.

Two of them were shocked to learn that their passenger that day was a murderer.

"Captain, we've searched the entire hotel, but there's no trace of anyone suspicious. They're not in this hotel," an officer said as he walked over from a distance.

After hearing this, Captain Huli Mende turned to the three drivers beside him and asked, "Are you sure that group of people got off at the Shangri-La Hotel?"

The three nodded repeatedly, and one of them said, "Yes, officer, I saw them get out of the car here and walk into the hotel, and then I don't know anything else."

Upon hearing this, the police officer beside him said in a timely manner, "Captain, the surveillance footage from that period seems to have been affected and is not functioning properly, which makes it impossible for us to find out where those twelve people went."

Upon hearing this, Hurley Mende frowned and then ordered, "Have the police search hotels and guesthouses first; they definitely can't leave Bogotá."

"They also issued emergency arrest warrants, plastered all over the city, offering a reward for anyone who provided accurate information."

"Lieutenant Kane is taking this very seriously. You need to be firm about it and not let things slide like before. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain!"

The surrounding police officers nodded solemnly, then quickly walked out of the hotel lobby, got into their cars, and continued their search.

........

Meanwhile, wanted posters for the shooter and others were plastered across areas large and small, and were being pushed to every resident's mobile phone.

Inside a guesthouse, the owner, Labraka, was lying on the bed, scrolling through videos, when suddenly a notice hit him in the face.

"Attention! Attention! A murderer has appeared in Bogotá. Please avoid going out unless absolutely necessary to ensure your personal safety."

"And if anyone sees these twelve people, please call the police."

Seeing this, Labraka curled his lip indifferently, "Murderers happen every day. How many more have you caught? It's still just as chaotic."

But when he saw the portraits of the twelve people, his smile froze completely, his body began to tremble slightly, and he quickly sat up straight, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

He stared at it for a full half minute until he was sure he wasn't mistaken. Then he quickly picked up the phone to call the police and locked the door from the inside.

He cursed inwardly.

What bad luck! After three days of no business, the first customer to show up was a wanted criminal, and a murderer at that!

Meanwhile, in a room on the third floor, the archer Rett and twelve others were quietly waiting for a phone call.

At this moment, the Virgo frowned and said, "The owner of this guesthouse has discovered our identities and is calling the police."

Upon hearing this, Rhett quickly said, "Then we'd better leave quickly, the police will be here soon."

Jingle Bell!

The archer's phone rang at an inopportune moment. He pressed the answer button and calmly placed it to his ear.

"Archers, right? The information you requested is ready. Come to my place at 5 PM tonight. Also, you dared to kill someone in the street. Do you need me to help you cover it up?"

The archer replied, "No need, we'll come find you after 5 PM."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and looked at Rhett. "Pack your things and let's leave."

"Okay," Rhett said, getting up to go to his room to pack his luggage.

At this moment, the twelve archers stood quietly, but a strange thing happened: their faces and bodies began to writhe.

It is precisely the role of the "Shaper" entry that is at play.

In just a few seconds, the twelve archers underwent a complete transformation in appearance and physique, to the point that they were virtually unrecognizable to the naked eye.

"Archer, I'm all packed. Let's go." Rett said, opening the door and walking into the house. When he saw the appearance of Archer and the others, he was stunned for a moment, and then said cautiously.

"Sagittarius...Capricorn, are you two?"

"It's me, Rhett," the archer said.

"Shit! Sagittarius, Capricorn, how did you do that? If you hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have recognized you at all!" Rhett walked up with a curious look on his face and carefully examined Sagittarius, Capricorn, and the others. Even up close, he couldn't see any resemblance to them as before.

"This is the art of disguise that the master taught us. Now let Aquarius dress you up, and we'll leave here," Capricorn said.

"Okay, let's go." Lei Te nodded.

Half a minute later, Rhett looked at himself in the mirror, touched his face incredulously, and exclaimed, "Is this really me? Aside from my voice and body shape, I can't recognize me at all!"

"Rett is gone."

Before Rhett could think further, the others had already left the room, and Capricorn stood at the door calling out.

"They're here!"

The group of archers made it to the first floor without incident. After passing through a door, Virgo used her [sound wave positioning] to sense that Labrador was hiding nervously in the closet. She ignored him, left two hundred dollars, and left.

Upon arriving outside the guesthouse, the Virgo's ears twitched; she could already hear the sound of police sirens coming from several kilometers away.

Sagittarius then led Capricorn and Aquarius into a dimly lit alley. When they came out, three luxurious Mercedes-Maybachs were already parked in front of Rett.

"What a generous gift! Archer, this isn't our car from the Middle East, how did you get it here!" Rett exclaimed, circling the car in surprise.

"Get in the car, I'll talk to you later."

Actually, Chen An transported these three Mercedes-Maybachs through the assassin he left in Syria. These three cars were no ordinary vehicles; some parts of the doors had been modified, costing Ritter and his team a full million dollars. Although their performance couldn't compare to Hummers or armored vehicles, they were still far superior to ordinary sedans!

The three cars drove off in three different directions.

They were intercepted by police officers who arrived at almost the same time. Fortunately, the appearance of the shooter and his companions was completely different from before, and their physiques were also different.

However, the officers only gave them a few tentative reminders before letting them go, and then continued on to the guesthouse where the report was filed, fearing that the target might escape.

The shooter and his crew drove away from the police with an air of nonchalance.

When they left, Capricorn had already dealt with the surveillance footage inside the guesthouse, so apart from the footage of their check-in, nothing else could be seen.

Soon they arrived at a café near Mary Sue's apartment and sat down, leisurely reading newspapers and drinking coffee, except for Rhett, who seemed a little uncomfortable.

The others looked remarkably calm, showing no sign of worry.

Police cars occasionally drive by outside the coffee shop.