Hebode turned his wrist gently, the mechanical biting sound was so clear in the silence, he turned the door open, revealing a corner of darkness.
Nothing happened.
Hebode thought that the war would start the moment he opened the door, but nothing happened. He did not relax his vigilance, but became even more nervous.
If Irene's counterattack wasn't here, where would it be
Hebode walked into the room silently. Without turning on the lights, everything seemed extremely dim. He could only see one gloomy silhouette after another, outlining a warm room.
He wanted to move forward, but as if he had sensed something, Hebod leaned to the other side and hid in the shadows.
The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, the sound was faint and suppressed, but was still keenly captured by Hebod.
Someone walked in through the open door. They were dressed in black and had black masks on their faces, so their features could not be seen at all.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In the ascending stairwell, the security guard who had been following had fallen in a pool of blood, his throat had been brutally cut, and there were bloody footprints on the ground.
Hebbold held his breath.
Sure enough, Lorenzo was right.
Heybod began to trust the unreliable detective. Although he seemed unreliable, he was really professional in his work.
Irene is not a simple woman. She is being cared for by many forces. Lorenzo guessed that for such a woman to be able to live so long, she must have her own conspiracies and tricks. She would weave one trap after another on the spot, waiting for those people with bad intentions.
This is also the reason why Lorenzo did not take action personally. Hebod was Lorenzo's stick, and he used force to scare out the poisonous snakes hiding in the grass. Then Lorenzo, the real hunter, would solve everything.
Heybod still remembered what Lorenzo had said in that strange accent.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.
The killers looked very anxious. Two of them split up to search the room, and two went straight to the bedroom. Everything was moving in parallel, and the sounds became chaotic in the silent space.
Inside the bedroom, there was a vague human figure on the bed. The killers did not hesitate and stabbed the sharp dagger directly into the bedding. In order to completely kill the target, they stabbed it repeatedly.
But no blood came out.
When I lifted the quilt, I saw a pile of punctured pillows with pure white fillings flying around.
Where is Irene
The killers exchanged glances and carefully checked the room, and opposite the bed, a half-open wardrobe caught their attention.
One killer pointed a gun at the closet while the other killer approached quietly.
Something seemed to be peeping at him from the dark gap. He opened the wardrobe and gunshots rang out.
As the wardrobe was opened, the preset mechanism was triggered, the rope pulled the trigger, and the pistol above the wardrobe fired at this moment. The bullet shot down obliquely from the top, and the killer had no time to retreat and was directly hit by the bullet.
The darkness concealed all of this, and at the same time, the burst of gunfire made the woman in the closet whimper in fear. The sound attracted the killers, and chaotic gunfire rang out. Bullets repeatedly penetrated the closet until blood could not stop gushing out of it.