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"ah--".

Accompanied by excruciating pain, he was instantly twisted into a pretzel by the force of the whirlwind fist, with countless bone fragments. Even with steel nails inserted all over his body, he would never be able to hold a gun again.

"It was you! You were behind all of this?"

Ono wailed in pain, beads of sweat rolling down his face. When he saw who it was, his pupils immediately shrank to the size of pinpoints.

It was Qin Huilian who brought the man, Qin Tai!

Ono instantly understood everything that seemed illogical. Why did the police come knocking on his door when he was distracted? Why did he see Qin Huilian nearby after escaping the encirclement? It turned out that all of this was planned to keep him here forever!

"Unfortunately, you find out a little too late." Qin Tai slowly stepped forward and said calmly, "This is where you will die today. If you are willing to cooperate, perhaps I can leave you with a whole corpse."

Ono spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and sneered, "You have quite the nerve. I admit I lost, but I also have the dignity of an assassin. I have undergone the most brutal training, and even if it means death, I will never yield to the enemy!"

"Is that so?" Qin Tai was prepared. He looked Qin Tai up and down, a chilling smile on his lips. "I've heard that you Japanese people pursue the spirit of Bushido and like to commit seppuku at the drop of a hat, just so you can leave a whole corpse."

"I won't force you to cooperate, but I'll cut off your head and throw it into a latrine, and while I'm at it, I'll chop off your eggs and feed them to the dogs. I've heard that if you do that, you'll be reincarnated as either a eunuch or an idiot. Want to give it a try?"

"you you...."

Ono was so shocked that his scalp tingled, and cold sweat poured down his back. He involuntarily clenched his fists, feeling a cold wind blowing in his crotch, and his hair stood on end.

Is this person a devil?

Every word was like a devil's whisper, piercing right to the heart!

In the end, he gave in: "How do you want me to cooperate with you?"

Submitting to the strong is a weak instinct hidden deep in the bones of every island nation. However, this 'O' also inherited another insidious instinct, which is to hide a knife behind a smile. Although the malice was concealed, Qin Tai could still easily sense it.

"It's simple, just hand over your dark web account password. Besides, you've been a professional assassin for so many years, you should have some savings, so please hand that over too!"

Ono's face alternated between pale and flushed as he looked down at his completely ruined hands, and could only grit his teeth and cooperate.

"I can give you anything you want, but you must give me a quick death. I want to die with the dignity of a samurai. Now my hands are useless, but I still want you to help me commit seppuku so that my soul can ascend to heaven and continue to serve Amaterasu."

As he spoke, Ono struggled to his feet, threw what seemed to be his last wakizashi short sword at his waist to the ground with his elbow, and completely gave up resisting.

"No problem! I'm a man of my word."

Ono seemed resigned to his fate, handing over his account password and overseas account details without any hesitation, as if he were just begging for a quick death.

Qin Tai then dialed his mobile phone and instructed Xiao Mao to log into the dark web under the identity of O and carry out the final backstabbing according to the previous plan, completely detonating the entire dark web's trust system.

The whole process went very smoothly, even more smoothly than expected.

“O still had $50 million in his overseas anonymous account, which I have already transferred out.”

The kitten reported with remarkable efficiency.

As expected of the number one ace on the assassin list, he's got money to burn. He has $50 million in savings alone, making him a hundred times richer than Thor, that penniless greenhorn. It was worth it for him to stake out the place; he really did become rich overnight.

This way, not only did they recoup all the initial investment costs, but they also made a huge profit.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Tai nodded in satisfaction, a mocking glint in his eyes, and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. Now, I'll personally see you off!"

As he spoke, Qin Tai slowly bent down to pick up the items from the ground...

Ono was kneeling on the ground, his shirt torn open to reveal his lower abdomen, and he closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, waiting to commit seppuku.

But his ears were highly focused, listening intently to the slightest sounds, his muscles tense, ready to retaliate.

The wakizashi on the ground was his trump card. If he didn't use a special grip, he would definitely be pricked by the poison needles on it. It was a fast-acting neurotoxin that could paralyze the opponent for several seconds.

The counterattack between masters always happens in the blink of an eye.

O is confident that even if it's just for two seconds, he can turn the tide and win. It's worth sacrificing all his wealth for a chance to survive!

This is the calmness and decisiveness of an assassin!

"boom!"

However, reality far exceeded his expectations, delivering a resounding slap to his face. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and Ono looked down in disbelief at the slowly spreading bloodstains, his eyes wide with astonishment as he stared at the still-smoking revolver in Qin Tai's hand, the very same pistol he had taken from the unconscious Li Jinfu.

Ono was so angry that he immediately flew into a rage, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"You...you're despicable, you broke your promise, you actually...used a gun?"

Qin Tai picked at his ear and said impatiently, "Otherwise what? You think I'd bend down to pick up a knife and then get turned around and win? Do you think I'm some silly villainous BOSS from an online novel? Don't you understand the principle of being fast and accurate with a gun within seven steps?"

"You... broke your promise!"

Ono cursed angrily, but his face grew paler and paler, all his strength and vitality vanishing with the wind.

"Sorry, but credibility is something you have to keep." Qin Tai's eyes were full of disdain. "You little bastard, who harbors malicious intentions and is worse than a pig or a dog, don't deserve it!"

Do you really think you're hiding your little schemes so well?

Having said that, he was too lazy to argue with him any longer, so he fired another shot, blowing his head off on the spot and sending him to meet Amaterasu.

After taking care of everything, Qin Tai put the revolver back into the hand of the unconscious Li Jinfu, and also left a pager number in his pocket. He cleaned up the fingerprints and signs of struggle, staging a dramatic scene of Interpol chasing a criminal and successfully executing him.

Afterwards, having accomplished his task, he left without a trace, concealing his merits and fame.

The disappearance of 'O' from the encirclement quickly drew the attention of the on-site commander, who immediately dispersed police forces to search in all directions. When Interpol officers, accompanied by elite police forces, found the unconscious Li Jinfu, they also saw the ace assassin 'O' who had been killed.

Thus, a sensational operation to capture the assassin that rocked the entire Hong Kong Island came to a spectacular end.

"I killed 'O'?"

Li Jinfu, who was put into the ambulance, was completely dumbfounded. His expression was extremely strange. I remember that I didn't even have time to see the 'O's movement before I was knocked unconscious by him. Why did I suddenly become a superhero when I opened my eyes?

"Of course it was you, Officer Li!" The subordinate looked at him with admiration. "Ballistic analysis and wound diameter have basically confirmed that the bullet that killed O was fired from your service weapon!"

Li Jinfu felt a headache coming on, as if something was not quite right. Looking at the 'O' covered with a white sheet, its eyes wide open as if it had died with its eyes still open, he felt a great weight lifted from his heart, but at the same time, he also felt a sense of absurdity.

Perhaps sometimes, reality is just that inexplicable.