The male supporting character was actually myself.

Jiang Chen, who was completely covered up, frowned slightly after hearing this, then took out the script and glanced at it. "Luckily you found out. So that's what happened!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Protagonist Chooses the Assassination Location

This script even has hidden plot holes!

As expected of the best male supporting character in the main system, he was just dragged in to take the fall.

The Ace of Spades didn't choose this spot to snipe at all!

It will be 3:40 in five minutes. If I'm not mistaken, that's exactly when the thermal infrared imaging surveillance system on the other side will be installed and tested.

The other party will definitely discover that I am hiding in the unfinished building.

Following the tasks assigned by the main system, I then left my fingerprint...

The enemy will definitely focus their pursuit and control efforts on this area, while the location chosen by the Ace of Spades is easier to deceive them!

Five minutes is enough.

Jiang Chen retrieved the equipment ordered from the secret network and the gloves that had been made long ago and bore the protagonist's fingerprints from the system space.

Carefully putting on ultra-thin faux-skin gloves, he selected two bombs, left fingerprints on their bottoms, and then installed them in various corners, setting the detonation time to fourteen hours later.

After doing all this, the watch hands pointed exactly to 3:40.

Jiang Chen deliberately waited an extra half minute until the little white fluffy ball nervously reported that the task was completed and urged him to leave quickly.

As the main system determined that the task was completed, the technicians on the other side, who had successfully debugged and were trying to run the system, immediately discovered that there was something going on in the unfinished building on the other side.

"Move faster! Flank from the side!"

"Trace the trail and see where he broke in from!"

"Using this location as the center, conduct a thorough search of all buildings within a 5-kilometer radius; focus on screening attendees and reporters attending tomorrow's event..."

……

A fleeting figure appeared in the building across the street, instantly putting everyone on edge.

Less than ten seconds after Jiang Chen left unhurriedly, the park, which was about to host the presidential commemorative ceremony, erupted in excitement. Everyone carried out the investigation in an orderly manner, and the team responsible for security immediately reported the situation.

“Mr. President.” The secretary knocked and entered, his voice low and gentle, “We just received a reply from the Punk Industrial Zone. They’ve discovered that a suspect, the top assassin Ace of Spades, has appeared in the building across the street.”

How the enemy broke through the defenses and got in is still unknown.

However, two fingerprints were extracted from the planted time bomb, and HSI is currently investigating.

Tomorrow's memorial ceremony was a last-minute addition to the schedule; would you like to cancel it?

Benjamin Arthur, who was approving the documents, laughed heartily, revealing his neat, white teeth. "Don't be so nervous, David."

He was just an assassin.

We face enough death threats from terrorist organizations every year; one more won't make a difference.

Can we give the security department some confidence?

I believe they will learn from today's mistakes and ensure the smooth running of tomorrow's commemorative ceremony.

Come to think of it, it would be ridiculous if I didn't dare to attend just because a hitman once lingered there.

Many people want me dead, but we can't let fear of failure prevent us from eating.

Tell them that my itinerary will not be changed in any way and will proceed as originally planned.

Secretary David was about to say something when the president raised his hand to interrupt him, "Instead of wasting your breath, you should go and have a good talk with Morris and ask him to hurry up and capture the killer and fix the security loopholes."

Otherwise, if the Ace of Spades were to casually wiggle, I'd have to hide and tremble in fear; wouldn't that make me a laughingstock?

David shrugged and nodded in agreement. "Yes, Mr. President. Is there anything else you require?"

After the secretary left the office, Benjamin put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and gave a meaningful smile.

The sky went from bright to dark, then quickly brightened again.

Pedestrians and vehicles hurried by on the street; it was already 10:15 a.m.

In ten minutes, President Benjamin Arthur's car will arrive at the entrance of the park where the memorial ceremony will be held.

Everyone was on high alert. Technicians were glued to hundreds of monitoring screens. No one spoke, but the atmosphere was heavy.

Especially after discovering the bomb planted by the Ace of Spades the day before, which had been used to destroy the operation, the staff responsible for the security of this operation were on edge because they could not find the way the enemy broke through the defenses.

They wish they could prevent even a single bird from flying overhead!

The final screening of attendees' identities involved meticulous checks, from fingerprints to iris scans, and even included dedicated technical personnel who performed facial recognition on each person, all to prevent the Ace of Spades from infiltrating the group while wearing a human skin mask.

While everyone was on edge, the Ace of Spades, fully armed and mingling with the standby special forces team, was quite relaxed.

The special forces personnel who should have been standing in this position have had their necks snapped and been stuffed into locked lockers.

Looking through the glasses on the mask, the high vantage point offers a panoramic view of the entire park.

The hands on the clock tower in the park ticked forward, and instructions came through the headphones from time to time.

President Benjamin Arthur's car is slowly driving toward the park's main gate!

The entire event proceeded as planned. When the Ace of Spades saw the president smiling as he got out of the car and waving to the media, he raised his gun without warning, pulled the trigger, and then turned the gun on another special forces soldier, blowing his head off!

"Boom!"

The attack was extremely fast; only two gunshots rang out before the people in the park reacted.

Benjamin Arthur was shot in the head and fell to the ground in a pool of blood beside the car!

The assassin had long since disappeared from the direction the bullets came from, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.

Gunshots rang out intermittently, making it impossible to pinpoint their exact location.

"boom!"

Then a violent explosion rang in everyone's ears, and everything before their eyes went silent.

The round, white cat lay sprawled on the deck chair on the balcony, basking in the sun, and lazily said, "Host, shouldn't the protagonist have succeeded by now?"

"More or less." Jiang Chen glanced at his watch. "The president was killed; the park was blown up. Who knows how many more people will die or be injured."

The departments responsible for this conservation effort are going to be in big trouble!

They will definitely be held accountable.

The little dumpling jumped up and asked curiously, "Then tell me, where exactly did the protagonist hide to carry out the assassination? They've surrounded the entire park like an impregnable fortress."

"Since my appearance as the best supporting actor is just a decoy, it means that the Ace of Spades wouldn't choose to lie in ambush around. He must be inside the park, either mixed in with the special forces, disguised as medical personnel, or among the security personnel."

Special forces and medical personnel all wear masks, which effectively conceal their faces.

A fake human skin mask can be used to blend in with security personnel who are inspecting others.

But special forces are the most likely candidate, as they are less likely to be exposed and have readily available weapons.

Seeing the little white cat scratching its ears and looking confused, he laughed and said, "Special forces are hard to infiltrate, but once they succeed, it's best to complete the mission and get away."

After killing the president, the protagonist's next step is to bomb the Capitol.

I reckon I still have some scapegoating duties to do.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Did He Die or Not?

The explosion at the punk industrial area was so loud that, in this fast-paced information age with the internet, various videos quickly spread online.

However, the videos taken by those mobile phones were all taken from a distance, and only a part of the burning building could be seen.

Soon rumors began to circulate that someone was trying to assassinate the president.

Furthermore, numerous anonymous individuals have been spreading rumors online that President Benjamin Arthur was assassinated.

Some people opposed to the president's party cheered and even made banners demanding that he run for the new president;

Some people are also anxious, fearing that the assassination of the president would cause turmoil in the country.

"You did this too, didn't you?" Lulu was only wearing a red tank top, her bare, rounded breasts were faintly visible;

As she walked gracefully towards us, carrying a glass of red wine, a certain spot became faintly visible, alluring in the languid afternoon sunlight.

She took a sip of red wine, leaned against the shoulder of the Ace of Spades sitting on the sofa, and used her red lips to feed him the wine she was holding.

"Alcohol dulls the brain and affects the sensitivity of peripheral nerves." The other person's expression remained cold, but their tone was less indifferent. "That's why I never drink."

Lulu smiled seductively, straddled his lap with her long legs, and said with interest in a soft voice, "Alcohol can also make people indulge, allowing them to better enjoy the pleasure of being in ecstasy!"

"Aren't you afraid if I kill the president?"

"What are you afraid of?" she chuckled. "You won't kill me! Besides, you're so charming when you're not killing people, I like that."

The Ace of Spades looked at the other person with smiling, almond-shaped eyes and asked with a faint smile, "What kind of wonderful life do you imagine?"

“It’s definitely not like we’re hiding here now!” Lulu looked out the window at the scenery and said with longing, “When I was little, my family had a big farm, and I grew up there.”

There are lush green meadows; herds of cattle and sheep;

There were also heavy ears of wheat and fruit trees;

Our house isn't big, but the yard is full of flowers.

I love lying in the grass watching the sky, the clouds, and the butterflies.

"It would be so wonderful to own such a beautiful farm!"

He tried to imagine the scenario the other person described, but suddenly realized he couldn't picture it at all.

Accustomed to being an assassin, no matter where I go, my first thought is always how to retreat, whether there are blind spots in surveillance, or from where to aim at the target and pull the trigger...

Buying a big farm, raising some animals, growing some flowers and plants, and being with her would probably be a good choice.

“I’m waiting for the employer to confirm the order is complete.” After a moment of silence, Ace of Spades said, “Once I get this commission, I’ll take you to the sunny and mild southern part of Country Y and buy a big farm there.”

"Really?" Lulu was overjoyed.

The commission from killing the president must be enormous, right?

A handsome, dashing, and cool retired assassin by my side, a huge farm with endless money, no financial or psychological pressure, doing whatever I want—how wonderful that life would be!

She was lost in thought, dreaming and imagining, a sweet smile playing on her lips.