The middle-aged man's face changed from pale to horror, and he looked at the person who appeared in front of him with disbelief.

Could it be...

All his men were dead?!

Isabella had no expression on her face, and she didn't even have any emotional color in her eyes. She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her like a cold machine.

Yes.

Before she met the middle-aged man, everyone outside was dead.

This is the killing method Isabella showed in just a few minutes, just like the perfect violent aesthetic.

Once a mercenary rolling in blood, she knew very well how dangerous it was to be surrounded by dozens of weapon-held killers.

However, a long time ago, she was also a killer, a killer who was trained mechanized since childhood and could even be called the strongest killer.

In her eyes, these ordinary killers are not much different from ordinary people.

The only difference is that they have guns in their hands.

But in Isabella's opinion, the guns in their hands were like fire sticks.

So, killing them is really simple, it is just a waste of some physical strength.

The invisible murderous aura, like invisible storm, swept across the room instantly, making the middle-aged man feel the coldness as he came to hell at this moment.

Slowly stopping, Isabella stared at the middle-aged man with a look of horror.

The middle-aged man knew that he could not leave the moment he saw Isabella appear.

Suppressing the horror in his heart, he looked at Isabella in front of him and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Can I make me die more understand?"

"Can."

Isabella quietly looked at the middle-aged man, and her gaze was like a giant dragon looking down at an ant.

Then, Zhou Huan's figure slowly walked out of the door.

Even though he was in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, he still maintained his unique elegance, just like a prince walking on the red carpet, walking to Isabella and smiling at the middle-aged man.

"Hello." Zhou Huan's words were very gentle, as if he was saying hello to an old friend.

But when the middle-aged man saw Zhou Huan, his face changed, he became helpless and pale, and shook his head, "I feel bad when I see you."

"Why?" Zhou Huan said with a smile: "Is it because your subordinates didn't kill me?"

“Yes, not.”

The middle-aged man continued to smile bitterly, "Since you are not dead, I think many people will die in the future, respected Mr. Aslan."

Zhou Huan wouldn't be surprised that the other party could know his name. He came to the door to kill him, so how could he not know who he was?

He was just a little surprised now, why was the other party so calm now?

What is his dependence?

Or is he really not afraid of death?

"So, you should know why I came to you, right?" Zhou Huan put away the smile on his face, and looked at the middle-aged man with cold eyes.

"I'm not a fool." The middle-aged man suddenly looked at Zhou Huan strangely and smiled slowly, "But why should I tell you?"

As he spoke, a strange luster suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, and his eyes blinked quickly at this moment, as if trembling.

Then there was his mouth, then, his face, and then, his whole body trembled wildly.

Seeing this scene, Isabella's expression changed instantly. As she stepped forward, she came to the middle-aged man and supported his body before he fell down.

"I... won't tell you..." As I spoke, the middle-aged man slipped out of Isabella's hands and fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

Looking at the middle-aged man who had become a corpse, Zhou Huan frowned, feeling that the plot in front of him was very bloody, "I committed suicide by taking poison?"

"Yes." Isabella nodded with certainty, without any surprises, "The killer's job is like this. If we can't complete the task, we don't have to come to them, and people inside them will deal with them. Instead, it's better to commit suicide."

"Then there's nothing to play?"

Zhou Huan was very disappointed. Even the person in charge of the killer organization in front of him was dead, and the clues were completely cut off.

But he still couldn't figure out who was going to kill him?

People from Country D?

Or a Chinese?

This is a very difficult question to infer.

If possible, he really doesn't want to be a Chinese person...

"Let's go."

Zhou Huan turned around and walked outside.

Isabella looked at Zhou Huan in shock and asked in confusion: "Don't you need to deal with their bodies?"

"No, someone will help them collect the body."

Zhou Huan waved his hand without looking back.

"If I don't leave, it will be a bad thing if I meet them. After all, I don't want to have official contact with the official Chinese people yet."

...

...

Huaxia, Security Bureau, Director's Office.

"According to a piece of information left on the factory site, the information clearly lists the information of everyone in the entire factory. Here is a killer training camp, and all underground buildings are places for training. It can even be said that there is a branch of a killer group..."

Zhou Ziqing was holding a report document and reporting to the old man behind the desk, "There are their IDs next to everyone's body, which is very easy to identify. A little check of the death time of these people should be before we arrived, and we just died shortly after..."

The old man didn't say anything, his brows were frowning very tightly.

If one or two killers died, this would not be very scary.

What’s scary is that the old nest that someone has run for many years, even the killer base camp that the Security Bureau has tracked for a long time but has not found traces. At least dozens of killers have turned into corpses without accident.

Moreover, through investigation, there will be no more than two people who massacre these murderers.

Some experts from the Security Bureau even found that after on-site investigation, they found that there was probably only one person who killed these killers!

What kind of ability is this?

If it is really a person, then this person's ability is even more terrifying than the dozens of killers added together!

"Have you locked in the suspect target?"

The old man's head hurts a little, but he also knows that if the people from the Security Bureau really can't find out who this person is, I think it won't take long to do it, as the director.

"There is one target in the initial doubt."

Zhou Ziqing said here, her expression changed from indifference to a little complicated, and she looked directly at the old director.

"Um?"

Seeing that Zhou Ziqing didn't say who it was, the old man stared at Zhou Ziqing, "It won't be..."

"Yes."

Zhou Ziqing nodded affirmatively.

"That man and his female bodyguard disappeared in the hotel for a while last night, just in line with the time when the Killer Branch was wiped out!"
Chapter completed!