Soul Patch

Chapter 294 V-League Suicide Squad, Fearless and Undeterred
After Li Mingzhong went upstairs, a slight noise came from the trunk of the car.

Soon, the trunk was pried open, and a person climbed out.

He was dressed in black and carrying a backpack of the same color.

As soon as he came out, he ran towards the west wall of the unit. A few seconds later, he climbed over the wall and disappeared into the darkness.

He was agile and had cold eyes; he was clearly an emotionless killer.

The direction he went was directly towards the hotel where X was staying.

According to intelligence, X will return to the hotel to rest after attending the banquet today, in room 403.

They even prepared the room keys.

This was a well-thought-out and meticulously planned operation... a coordinated effort from within and without, with the goal of eliminating X.

The suicide bombings disrupted the enemy's vision, the sniper was killed, and the enemy's nerves were paralyzed... Just when they thought they had successfully defended against the repeated CI attacks, relaxed their vigilance, and returned to their normal defensive mode.

That's when they'll make their move.

Now the time is ripe.

Perhaps... there is some cleanup work to be done, such as with Li Mingzhong, who just mentioned this.

But that's not a problem the killer needs to consider.

His eyes were only on the mission and on killing.

Under the cover of night, he successfully sneaked into the courtyard where the hotel was located.

Li Mingzhong's workplace was not far from here, and he arrived at the back of the hotel in less than ten minutes.

According to the plan, someone would meet him.

He stood ramrod straight against the hotel wall and glanced at the time: 10:15.

They agreed to meet at 10:00.
Therefore, there was no V for Vendetta agent sent into the hotel to meet with him.

It must have been Li Mingzhong who made a last-minute trip, causing him to miss the rendezvous time.

After a moment of confusion, he regained his composure: having participated in so many terrorist operations, this mission was nothing compared to the ones he had done before.

He's faced everything from hired soldiers to cold-blooded cholera fighters... what situation hasn't he encountered?
He silently counted down in his mind: 10, 9, 8, 7...

He was thinking that once he counted to 1, he would slip inside himself.

Just as they were about to finish counting, the hotel's back door creaked open.

A woman dressed as a hotel waitress came out... She was very beautiful, truly very beautiful.

Even a heartless killer like him couldn't help but glance at the other person a few more times.

It was just a glance; he was there to carry out a mission, no need to remind him of that.

The other person peeked out and looked around, then suddenly spotted him standing against the wall.

The other person was a little surprised, but not overly so; they simply widened their beautiful eyes.

She approached timidly and whispered, "V-sign assassin."

"fearless and dauntless"

The woman dressed as a waitress waved to him, signaling him to come in.

He looked around warily, and after confirming that there was no danger, he followed the "waiter" into the hotel.

The waiter led the way, and he followed closely behind. The two walked through a narrow corridor and arrived at the hotel's cleaning area.

A waiter pushed out a hotel service cart with neatly stacked towels, bath towels, and disposable toiletries.

"Hide it here, I'll push you up." The girl pointed to the compartment under the cart where clean sheets and blankets were stored, and said:
It must be said that this girl is not only beautiful, but also has an extremely pleasant voice.

It was as if the wind was blowing through the wind chimes under the eaves, making a crisp and melodious sound.

His thoughts sank, and he collected himself, asking in a stern voice, "How many guards are upstairs?"

“We’ve increased the number of guards on each floor; there were four before, now there are eight,” the waiter said confidently.

Eight, eight heavily armed guards… he murmured to himself.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had just waited for an inside man; otherwise, if he had rashly approached, he would have ended up in a firefight with the guards.

Then it won't just be a matter of eight guards; all the surrounding police forces will be mobilized to completely surround the area. At that point, once he runs out of bullets, he'll be going to meet his maker.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and tapped his forehead and the left and right sides of his body, thinking to himself: Thank goodness.

He stared at the sweet-looking waitress in front of him, then bent down and slipped inside.

The moment the girl pushed the stroller, he asked, "What's your name?"

He was speaking broken Chinese, which sounded a bit like undercooked rice, making people feel very uncomfortable.

The girl gave a meaningful look, curled the corners of her lips, and softly uttered her name.

To a foreigner, this Chinese name seems to have little to do with that one. It's similar to how Chinese people perceive foreign names from Europe and America—they're almost always just a string of letters.

So she couldn't be bothered to lie anymore.

He slowly pushed the car up the elevator. Although he was inside the car, the assassin kept a close eye on the movements outside.

The elevator dinged, and the car slowly began to move forward again.

Two security guards at the elevator entrance stopped them and asked the female attendant where they were going.

"403, room service was just called by 403."

One of the guards said to the other, "Let's verify this."

The assassin, hiding inside the handcart, felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart.

I wonder if their arrangements were thorough enough!

Someone dialed the hotel front desk, and while waiting for the call to be answered, several people instinctively held their breath.

The sound of a telephone ringing echoed in the corridor on the fourth floor of the hotel.

"Ring ring ring"

Finally, someone answered the phone, and a lazy female voice came through: "Hello, is this the front desk of ** Hotel? How can I help you?"

In the quiet corridor, even the receptionist's voice on the phone could be clearly heard through the receiver.

"Excuse me, could you please check if room service has been ordered for room 403?"

"Wait a minute, let me check!"

The assassin's heart leaped into his throat, and he gripped the silenced gun beneath his clothes.

He hated this tense atmosphere; it was more agonizing than a direct firefight.

"Oh, yes, I ordered room service ten minutes ago."

Call ~
Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Perhaps no one wants anything to happen... the assassin thought to himself.

The car began to move slowly again, about to reach 403, about to take down target X of this plan... The assassin was somewhat looking forward to the upcoming assassination operation.

This is a quality that every assassin must possess: an instinctive love for killing, and the mere mention of killing can excite the cerebral cortex.

The organization's arrangements were very thorough, and everything went smoothly!
The handcart stopped very quickly.

The waiter knocked on the door and heard an older voice inside ask, "Who is it?"

She replied as usual, "Room service."

"Hold on!"

The footsteps grew louder as they approached, and it was clear that the person who opened the door was not the same person who had just spoken.

So, does this X have a bodyguard?
Let's just take them all down then.

Just as I was pondering this, the door suddenly opened.

A young man walked out of the door, glanced at the waiter holding a towel, and said, "Go in, and come out quickly after you've changed!"

"Okay," the girl replied crisply.

He led the girl into the room, and just as the door was about to close, the assassin realized something was wrong, jumped out, and fired his gun into the room.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

(End of this chapter)