In the gray, a bloodstained sack was placed in front of him.
The sack was opened, revealing the pretty face of a young girl. Her pretty face was covered in blood, bruises, and filth. It was obvious that she had suffered quite a bit.
Zhao Ge dropped the knife and wiped his mouth.
"Are they all so young?"
"Yes," replied his subordinate.
"How many people died?" asked Zhao Ge.
" Because it's a big business, " the killer said. " The surrounding buildings are cooperating with each other. The number of Class A killers they sent is far more than the original 40-plus. Now, there are 196 of them. "
There were 352 second-grade killers.
The assassins will rush to the nearest target according to their geographical location."
"And the result?" asked Zhao Ge.
" Not yet, " the killer said. " Because there is a huge difference between each region, the agreed time is two days later. "
Zhao Ge muttered,"Two days later…"
