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"Bang!"
A crisp gunshot echoed through the closed conference room, and Councilman Goethe, who had just stood up in anger, about to accuse these people of blatantly lying, now had a shocking hole through his projected head.
His face still bore a trace of disbelief as his projection slowly toppled, but before it hit the ground, the projection dissipated in the enclosed conference room.
"Ahem, I think this meeting can be paused for the moment. It seems Councilman Goethe has encountered some minor trouble, and we need to step in and resolve it for him!"
Hearing the council member making this sarcastic remark, several others couldn't help but roll their eyes. It was more than "minor trouble" for Councilman Goethe; a clear hole had just appeared through his head, unmistakably the work of an assassin, and by now, his body was probably ice-cold.
