"You're seriously injured!" A young lady leaned on the door frame and looked at Fortesivan who was treating the wound, with a trace of interesting inquiry in her eyes.
The bald killer Fotesivan is definitely a myth in the killer industry. There is not much information about him. No one knows where he comes from or who he works for. Some people even doubt whether there is anyone in this world until now. Such a killer.
Because most assassinations don't look like assassinations, more like a coincidence, an accident, an accident!
There was no trace of the killer at all in these assassinations. From beginning to end, the target was performing a one-man show, and then died inexplicably due to some accident.
But he does exist. He is a legend in this industry, the ultimate silent assassin who will never be discovered, Photesivan!
But this time, he failed.
He was sitting on the bed and skillfully playing with some medical instruments to remove his wounds. The last failed assassination meant that he had not fully recovered to this day.
None of his injuries were fatal, but all of them taken together were fatal enough.
Yes, he was seriously injured, with more than forty wounds all over his body.
The minor ones might just be a few scratches, but the more serious ones had torn his skin and muscles, nearly exposing his internal organs to the air.
To this day, he can't forget his run in the middle of the night that night. Every step he took was bound to be followed closely by a bullet, almost like a nightmare that haunted him and couldn't be shaken off.
With an outrageously accurate bullet impact position and super high shooting speed, coupled with an almost instinctive sense of smell, the sniper seemed to be his nemesis!
Coupled with some information he obtained later, he realized a problem.
He cut the sutures and pulled them out piece by piece from the healed muscle.
There was a very clear stinging sensation when the thin sutures were pulled out, but he didn't even blink and just removed all the sutures on his body in an ordinary way.
Then the wound was cleaned again and bandaged.
Only then did he look at the woman and said in a tone without any emotion, "Someone wants to use a target to get rid of me. Help me find out who assigned the mission. Maybe he and I will have some common topics."
The woman was slightly startled, and the smile on her face instantly faded by three points, "Didn't Du Lin get seriously injured and went into a coma to seek medical treatment abroad? Your mission was successful, and the employer's final payment was also paid."
Sivan put on his shirt, tie, and coat. "I have no chance at all to make a move that might threaten the target, do you understand what I mean?"
He looked at the woman again at this time, "Especially the sniper. I suspect he has the same talent as me. Such a sniper cannot be controlled by money and power..."
He bent down and polished his leather shoes, "So I beg you to find out who wants to deal with me!"
Du Lin's assassination was not just an ordinary thing, nor was it just as simple as being assassinated.
From the first moment of Duhring's assassination, the Reich Committee of Safety began investigating the killer.
In the past, most of the targets of the bald killer Fotesivan were some capitalists, some scholars and some foreign politicians.
He rarely accepts the task of assassinating high-ranking officials in the empire. Firstly, assassinations tend to cause a sensation and eventually expose himself.
Secondly, it is also because he knows very well that once he assassinates political figures in the empire, he is likely to be exposed to the sun.
In the empire, it is not a big deal for those intelligence agencies to catch a person's tail.
As long as anyone lives in this society, he must face situations that intersect with all aspects of society, and it becomes much easier to find some clues from them.
It's like a rough portrait of Photesivan flashed across TV. The person in the portrait has already imagined him to a third degree. If someone has seen him or been in contact with him, it's hard to say that they won't think of a similar person. I know the guy himself.
The person who wanted to kill him seemed to hate him, otherwise he would not have arranged such a task.
The woman's expression also became solemn, and she nodded, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I will let you know the answer soon."
Not long after, Xiwen said thank you and quickly blended into the darkness, disappearing out of sight.
This temporary safe house is considered scrapped, and he will not come here again. In about half a year, it will be put up for sale and bought by a lucky person at a lower price, cutting off all traces of Spanish.
On the other side, Schnoder temporarily presided over the daily work of the Ambiro State Government while Dulin was unable to work, and spent all day in the archives.
His performance was still up to standard, but obviously some people didn't want to miss this rare opportunity in such a simple way.
During the lunch party, two guys who were his assistants invited him to eat together. The three of them found a dining table in the corner. The other diners did not take the initiative to come over, which inadvertently isolated the three of them.
Schnoder didn't have much feeling about this, but the other two guys were a little unhappy.
One of them complained while flipping the vegetable salad in the fast food box with a fork, "They didn't allow me to react on the recent documents in the governor's secret office, especially the woman named Dove, she almost regarded me as a thief Treat them the same!”
Another guy listened and talked about his current job, "The situation in Ambluo State is much better than we imagined. I thought the state government would face a lot of financial problems, but the fact is that they have very strong finances." , which is strange.”
Schnoder never spoke. It was normal to be isolated. After all, this was Dulin's home court and these people were Dulin's supporters. Not to mention being isolated, it was normal even to be full of hostility.
As for the latter, although there is something a little wrong, the problem is not big. The current financial pressure of the Ambiro State government is not great, and there is still a very generous part, which is enough for the current development policy needs of Ambiro State. .
The two of them complained about everything they were encountering now, while secretly observing Schnoder's expression, until someone lowered his voice and said to him, "A friend told me about you while chatting with me, and he wanted to meet you..."
(End of chapter)