I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 96 concludes, unpacking the chest.

The bald assassin hid behind a pillar, panting heavily.

He'd been an assassin for over a decade; what kind of situation hadn't he seen?

But this one today is really weird.

That person was like a ghost.

They were just on the left, and the next second they were firing from the right.

Even though he hid so well, the bullets always managed to find him.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Johnny!" he shouted to the burly man lying on the ground, "Are you still alive?"

"Still...still alive..." the burly man's voice trailed off, "My legs...my legs are ruined..."

The bald assassin gritted his teeth.

He has to find a way.

One of them is crippled, and the other is suppressed. If this continues, they will eventually be worn down and die.

boom!

A loud bang.

The bald assassin felt the wall behind him suddenly shake, and countless pieces of rubble were thrown at him.

He instinctively fell to the ground, covering his head with his hands.

When the rubble had all settled, he looked up and froze.

The pillar where he was hiding was intact.

But the wall behind the pillar was gone.

There was a large hole in the wall, and behind the hole was a corridor.

The black-clad figure stood in the corridor, silently watching him.

The gun was pointed at his head.

The bald assassin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He almost instinctively raised his gun...

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

But it wasn't his gun.

The bald assassin's body shuddered, and a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.

He stared wide-eyed, then slowly collapsed.

Rosen put away his gun and looked at the large hole in the wall.

This thing is actually quite useful. He knows a shop that sells them; one costs 10,000 halosa coins.

He walked over and glanced down at the burly man.

The burly man lay on the ground, blood still flowing from his legs. When he saw Rosen approaching, his eyes were filled with fear.

"No—don't kill me—" he struggled to shrink back, "I—I surrender—"

Rosen looked at him and remained silent for a second.

Then he raised the muzzle of his gun.

boom.

The burly man's body twitched and then went still. Rosen lowered his gun and looked at the three corpses on the ground.

He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped. Something was wrong; he was still missing one.

He looked down at the bald assassin's corpse. Just now, before he died, the bald assassin had glanced in a certain direction, and that wasn't unconscious.

That is————

Rosen looked in that direction.

At the end of the corridor, a door was ajar.

He squinted.

Then he laughed.

Behind the door.

The last assassin hid inside, trembling all over.

His name is Jack, and he's the youngest member of the team, having only been in the business for two years.

Just now, he watched as his three teammates were killed one by one by that black demon.

too frightening.

Jack gripped the gun in his hand; his hands were shaking, his legs were shaking, his whole body was shaking.

He heard footsteps.

Getting closer.

Then, the footsteps stopped outside the door.

Jack held his breath.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

boom!

The door was kicked open.

Almost instinctively, Jack raised his gun and frantically pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang!

Bullets rained down, hitting the figure.

The figure swayed and took a step back.

Jack's eyes lit up.

hit!

He hit it!

He didn't bother changing the magazine and rushed out from behind cover, intending to finish off the enemy, but then he froze.

That person was standing there.

He was wearing a black combat uniform with several bullet holes in his chest.

But there was no blood, not a single drop.

The man lowered his head, looked at his chest, then raised his head and looked at Jack.

Beneath the mask, his eyes curved slightly, as if he were smiling.

"Have you had enough?"

Jack's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the gun.

"You—you are the devil—"

His voice was trembling.

Rosen did not answer.

He simply raised the muzzle of his gun.

boom.

Jack's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Rosen looked down at his left arm.

There, he was shot.

The bullet hit it but didn't penetrate, but the impact force remained.

The pain was excruciating. He rolled up his sleeve and looked down. On his arm, a bruise was slowly spreading.

However, he was shot head-on, yet his skin wasn't even broken.

A slight smile played on his lips. The system's bulletproof vest was really useful.

He lowered his sleeves and glanced at the corpse on the ground.

All five people were wiped out.

In the storage room.

Kara huddled in the corner, hugging her knees and burying her head between her legs. Outside, the gunfire had stopped; there had been no sound for a long time.

She looked up and gazed at the doorway.

Is that person still alive?

Just then, footsteps were heard.

Kara's heart leaped into her throat, and then a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, wearing a black combat uniform and a black mask.

Kara paused for a second, then suddenly stood up and practically lunged at him to hug him.

"You're still alive!"

Rosen was jolted by her collision and glanced down at her.

This time, he didn't push her away. Instead, he looked at Kara with great interest. After a few seconds, Kara realized what was happening, quickly let go of his hand, and took a step back.

Her face turned bright red.

"I'm so sorry—" she stammered, "I—I'm so happy—"

Rosen looked at her and suddenly found it a little funny.

"Let's go."

He turned around and walked deeper into the corridor.

Kara paused for a moment, then jogged to catch up.

"Those people—are they all dead?"

"Um."

"They're all dead? All of them?"

"Um."

Kara opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

So many assassins died in a single encounter. Looking at the tall figure in front of her, an indescribable emotion welled up inside her.

Rosen led Kara through two corridors and stopped in front of a door.

A sign hangs on the door: Kitchen restricted area, no unauthorized personnel allowed.

He listened intently, but there was no sound from inside.

Pushing open the door, Rosen found himself in a kitchen. He glanced at the virtual map; the yellow dot was in this room.

His gaze fell on the storage cabinet next to the stove.

He walked over, squatted down, and just sat there, staring at the cabinet without moving.

Kara stood at the door, completely dumbfounded by his series of actions.

What is he doing?

She was so efficient at killing people just now, but now she's suddenly squatting in front of a broken cabinet, lost in thought? Kara cautiously took two steps forward and peeked at the cabinet.

It's just an ordinary storage cabinet, made of wood, probably containing pots, pans, and other similar items.

What's so interesting about it?

She looked at Rosen again.

He just squatted there, staring at the cabinet, without moving.

Like a sculpture.

Kara opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Forget it.

This person is inherently strange.

In Rosen's view, the yellow treasure chest was lying quietly behind the cabinet.

The loading bar has started.

5————4——3————2——1————

pat.

The lid popped open.

A blue light appeared.

[Item: Pearl Necklace]

[Quality: Blue]

[Capacity: 10]

【Effect: None】

[Value: 26666 Kazakhstani Credits]

Rosen raised an eyebrow.

A pearl necklace?

He reached out and grasped, and the necklace appeared in his palm.

The white pearls are all round and full, gleaming softly under the light. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and they look very valuable.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

It's just a simple decoration.

However, the valuation of 26,000 indicates that this item is indeed valuable in the system's eyes; it should be the kind of good product that can be sold at the market.

Rosen nodded in satisfaction and put the necklace into his backpack.

Kara watched as he reached out and grabbed at the air, and then something vanished into thin air.

She blinked, then blinked again.

Was she seeing things just now?

Rosen had already stood up, dusted off his knees, and turned to walk towards the door.

Seeing Kara standing there in a daze, he casually said, "Keep up."

Then I walked past her.

Kara snapped out of her daze and quickly jogged to catch up.

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, three words came to mind.

What a strange person.