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Lu Yang took the check. The thin piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in his hand. Thirty thousand dollars—for an ordinary Chinese person, it was a fortune they could never earn in several lifetimes. Yet, to him, it was only a tiny fraction of that vast fortune. It was Dai Yunong's "tacit" warning to him, and also a carefully calculated reward.

"Thank you, Commander Lin."

There was no emotion in Lu Yang's voice.

Lin Zhaolu's gaze fell on Lu Yang's face. In her deep-set eyes, there was an indescribable fatigue, but also a hint of imperceptible warning.

"Remember, Lu Yang."

His voice was very low, as if coming from a distant abyss.

"Your life now belongs only to you."

Lu Yang's eyes were as deep as the night.

"I see."

He said.

Lin Zhaolu nodded, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved his hand.

"Go to the lounge, someone will take you there."

Lu Yang said nothing more. He turned and walked towards the office door. Each step was steady and powerful. He knew that from this moment on, he would be alone, embarking on a road filled with uncertainty and death.

Just when Lu Yang's hand touched the door handle.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, exploding unexpectedly.

The office door was suddenly thrown open with a tremendous force, sending wood chips flying everywhere. The door frame creaked harshly under the impact, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Lu Yang's body instinctively turned to the side, and his right arm reflexively rose up to protect his head. His eyes were already locked on the door the moment it was knocked open.

A dark shadow rushed in from outside the door like a gust of wind.

He was a man, sturdy and incredibly fast. His face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes that flashed with cold murderous intent. In his hand, he held a hatchet, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim office light.

Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

Lu Yang's heart suddenly contracted. Almost at the same time as the black shadow rushed in, his hand had reached to his waist like lightning, where was tucked the Browning M1910 pistol he had taken from Liu Yiguang's stronghold.

However, the black shadow's target was not Lu Yang.

His target is Lin Zhao Road!

Lin Zhaolu was sitting behind his desk when the loud noise made him look up subconsciously. As his eyes met the shadow, he saw a flash of cold light.

"Commander Lin!"

Lu Yang almost roared.

The shadowy figure had already rushed to the desk, moving as swiftly as a hungry wolf. Without a pause, he raised the axe high in his hand and, with a whistling sound, chopped it down fiercely towards Lin Zhaolu's head.

Lin Zhaolu's reaction was quick. He leaned back suddenly, trying to dodge. However, he was, after all, a clerk who spent a lot of time sitting in an office, and his physical flexibility was far inferior to that of a professionally trained agent.

The axe tore through the air with a fierce murderous aura.

"Pfft!"

There was a dull sound, followed by the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The axe did not hit Lin Zhaolu's head completely, but it hit his left shoulder hard.

Lin Zhaolu groaned in pain, his body trembling violently. Blood gushed out of his shoulder like a fountain, staining his gray Mao suit red. He fell backward, slamming heavily against the bookshelf behind him. Documents and books on the shelves were shattered, falling to the ground like snowflakes.

Lu Yang had already pulled out his pistol, with the black muzzle pointing directly at the shadow.

"Don't move!"

His voice was cold and contained an unquestionable command.

However, the shadow didn't pause. After striking the axe, he didn't linger. His eyes glanced at the pistol in Lu Yang's hand, and instead of fear, they flashed with a hint of disdain.

He turned around suddenly, his body drawing a strange arc in the air, and rushed towards the door that was knocked open.

"stop!"

Lu Yang roared and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two gunshots were particularly harsh in the silent office.

The bullet tore through the air, carrying the breath of death, chasing the black shadow.

However, the shadow was so fast that he dodged the bullet by twisting his body like a nimble leopard.

The bullet hit the door frame with a "pop" sound, splashing a cloud of wood chips.

The shadow has already rushed out of the office.

Lu Yang didn't hesitate at all, he rushed to the door, trying to chase. However, just as he rushed to the door, he heard hurried footsteps outside.

"Stop! Who is it!"

Several agents who heard the noise were rushing in from the end of the corridor.

Lu Yang glanced at the corridor and the black shadow had disappeared around the corner.

He knew he couldn't catch up.

He turned around abruptly and rushed back to Lin Zhaolu.

Lin Zhaolu lay on the ground, his body twitching. Blood was still oozing from his left shoulder, staining the ground red. His face was pale, his lips trembling, and his eyes half-open, as if he was struggling to say something.

Lu Yang immediately squatted down and stretched out his hand to try to press on Lin Zhaolu's wound to stop the bleeding. However, the wound was too deep and the blood was pouring out, and there was no way to stop it.

"Commander Lin!"

Lu Yang's voice was filled with anxiety.

Lin Zhaolu's eyes opened slightly, and he looked at Lu Yang with a faint light in his eyes. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"It's you……"

His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, like a candle in the wind.

Lu Yang's heart sank. He knew Lin Zhaolu couldn't hold out for much longer.

Lin Zhaolu's gaze finally fell on the huge map in the office. He seemed to want to use his last bit of strength to point to a certain place on the map.

However, he only raised his hand halfway before it dropped weakly.

His body twitched violently, and the light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

His breathing stopped.

Lin Zhaolu is dead.

There was deathly silence in the office.

Only the sound of blood flowing from Lin Zhaolu's wound was particularly clear in the empty room.

Lu Yang squatted there stiffly, his hand still on Lin Zhaolu's cold wound, feeling the pulse that had stopped beating.

He looked at Lin Zhaolu's pale face, and an indescribable coldness surged in his heart.

Just a few minutes ago, this man was in front of him, giving him orders and pointing him in the direction. But now, he has turned into a cold corpse.

So swift, so brutal.

This is undoubtedly the revenge of "Shadow".

It is them who are warning themselves.

Warn him not to go any further.

Warn him not to explore their secrets again.

Warn him, they are everywhere.

Lu Yang's eyes swept across the office. The smashed-open door, the scattered documents, and the smell of blood in the air all indicated that a bloody attack had just taken place.

Outside the office, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

"Commander Lin!"

Several agents rushed in and were stunned when they saw the scene in the office.

They saw Lin Zhaolu lying in a pool of blood and Lu Yang squatting beside him with a pistol in his hand.

"What happened?"

An agent asked in surprise, his voice filled with disbelief and shock.

Lu Yang slowly stood up and put his pistol back at his waist. He glanced at the agents who had rushed in. Their faces were filled with fear and confusion.

"There are assassins."

Lu Yang's voice was very calm, so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"He killed Commander Lin."

The agents' eyes fell on Lin Zhaolu's body, their faces filled with grief and anger.

"Where's the assassin?"

an agent asked.

"Ran."

Lu Yang said.

He knew that now he had to remain calm.

He couldn't let anyone see that he was different.

He had to deal with the situation like an ordinary military intelligence agent.

The Lu workers acted quickly. Some rushed out to chase, some began to check Lin Zhaolu's injuries, and some began to check the office to look for clues left by the assassin.

Lu Yang stood there, his eyes sweeping over the busy agents.

He felt a loneliness he had never felt before.

Lin Zhaolu is dead.

"White Dove" lost contact.