Soon, one of Mador’s companions returned to the firm. Lance was chatting with others, but when they saw only him return, everyone stopped.

“We found dripping gun oil in that room.”

“There was no one in the room. We have already secured the front and back entrances. The person is most likely still in the building!”

“We have to seal off the entire apartment building to find this person!”

Gun oil, this thing is only used during firearm maintenance. Lance’s temples throbbed faintly.

He nodded and looked at Elvin, “Get some people, bring weapons.”

As for Lance?

He certainly wouldn’t take the risk!

This was the Empire District. Elvin just had to go outside and blow a whistle for a while, and in less than six or seven minutes, forty to fifty people ran over from the surrounding area.

After Elvin briefly assigned the tasks, he handed over the command of a portion of the men to Mador.

At this time, in the easternmost room on the third floor, the old assassin stood at the edge of the window, looking outside.

Below was a dumpster, about one and a half meters high, with an iron shell.

Some silent comedy films have used the special prop of a dumpster more than once to show how the actors in the plot escape from an encirclement, but from a realistic point of view, this is not practical.

Because you don’t know if there is anything in the seemingly soft household garbage below that can harm you.

For example, a rusty piece of wood full of nails?

Or maybe some wood fibers, or some glass inside, or even some fish bones, bones, some hard fragments.

These things will cause fatal injuries to a person when they fall heavily!

So what the old man valued was the dumpster itself. Its hollow design and iron shell could reduce the most cushioning force after they jumped down, and it was filled with garbage.

When the iron shell and the garbage came into contact, the impact force could also be dispersed.

But the problem now was that there were people in the alley.

Jumping down from here, at least three or four people would see, which would be very troublesome.

His grandson calmly looked at him. The grandfather and grandson looked at each other for a while. The old assassin had already realized that it was highly unlikely he could get away this time.

“He has very professional people around him. They are either our peers or assassins. We will see them soon.”

“One of the reasons for this failure is that we didn’t know much about the people around Lance. I was too careless.”

“I thought no one would notice if I opened the window in that position, and I shouldn’t have stared at them. They are too sensitive.”

“Next time, when you assassinate him, you must remember this point. Don’t reveal your intentions when you are not ready to make a move.”

“This apartment building has no more value for use. Lance’s subsequent entry and exit will definitely be through the main entrance. We can’t see that.”

“They might screen all the recent tenants around. Tell that gentleman to wait for a while.”

“We need him to relax his vigilance again, and you also need to recover from your injuries.”

The young assassin said nothing, just naturally memorized every word the old assassin said.

He knew that this time, the old assassin was finished. He was doomed to die.

He wasn’t stupid enough to let his grandfather try to break out. That would not only make him die faster but also expose him.

The old assassin had taught him many times that at some dangerous moments, making the right choice is often more important than acting recklessly!

At the same time, he also had to control his own emotions. Emotions and eyes are the easiest things to betray oneself.

When he was young, in order to let him manage his own emotions, his grandfather would let him raise many small animals, and then in front of him, kill these small animals, and finally eat them.

He wanted the young assassin to understand that as an assassin, any unnecessary emotion is irresponsible to oneself.

Just like now, both knew that the old assassin had to die this time, but neither showed any other expression, both maintaining a deadpan emotional control.

The old assassin took out three pistol magazines, placed them in a row on the bed, and after checking that each magazine and pistol could function normally, he had his grandson stand up.

Then he quickly picked up the pistol and fired several shots at him!

He used a very small caliber bullet. This kind of bullet was often used for close-range assassinations and made almost no loud noise. The bullets hit the young assassin. The wounds looked a bit scary, but none were fatal.

He wouldn’t even bleed much no matter how long you left him!

Of course, the pain was definitely painful. He slowly lay on the ground, was dragged to the bathroom by the old assassin, and then had his hands and feet tied.

The two looked at each other for a final moment. Perhaps realizing that this was their last time seeing each other, a trace of emotional change flickered in the young assassin’s eyes.

The old assassin slapped him hard across the face, “Watch your emotions.”

After he finished speaking, he left the bathroom without looking back and began to pack up the remaining things.

He placed the magazines in a handy place, then opened the waterproof cloth and took out the rifle.

A rifle can also be used for combat, but its operability is definitely not as good as that of a pistol, but the first few shots will definitely give the people outside the door a surprise!

He sat quietly in a chair, even poured himself a glass of water. On the table was a seasonal fruit and a few slices of high-calorie sweet biscuits.

He chewed slowly, and could even already hear the footsteps in the corridor.

He unhurriedly pressed the biscuit crumbs with his fingers to make them stick to his fingertips, and finally ate them all together.

He slowly wiped his hands, feeling that those people were already standing outside the door. He slowly raised his rifle, letting the butt rest better on his shoulder.

He pulled the bolt, ready to shoot!

The moment the knock on the door sounded, it was as if the starting pistol in the referee’s hand had been fired. The moment the gun fired, he completed a bolt-pulling action, and then the second shot!

The unlucky guy who was knocking on the door was shot in the chest. Everyone in the building was surrounded by the sound of the gunshot.

Mador looked at his companion, who was breathing heavily and vomiting blood, a look of sadness in his eyes.

He, who had come down from the battlefield, sometimes understood judgment better than those doctors!

He couldn’t be saved!

The man with the gunshot wound squeezed his wrist hard, his face contorted as he stared at him.

Mador felt the painful force of his wrist being squeezed. He knew what his old comrade meant. He took out his gun, but was stopped by another old comrade.

Before he could raise his head, that old comrade had already fired first.

The bullet pierced the injured comrade’s head. Everyone in the corridor watched this scene in shock and silence. Mador felt the strength of this late night disappear in an instant, but he did not feel any relief!

After a few shots were fired in the room, the gunfire stopped. Everyone looked at the wooden door with three holes in it.

Mador slowly put his comrade down. He knew that letting his comrade be tormented by despair for dozens of seconds before dying was worse than giving him a quick end.

And this was also what his comrade had hoped for.

He stood up, walked to the side of the door, had someone get a fire axe, and swung it hard at the doorknob.

First, they had to break the door, and then they could deal with that bastard!

The doorknob didn’t last long and fell to the ground after a huge smash. Mador could feel that the killer inside was holding a gun behind an obstacle, aiming at the door.

He pressed his hand on the door and pushed it inwards. The moment he pushed, wood chips flew from the door panel!

He used the fire axe to push the door inwards again, and two more gunshots rang out.

Three shots, two more to go (the bullets had already been changed).

The open door was actually suppressed by one gun and two bullets, so that no one dared to look inside. Perhaps this was the most glorious moment of the old assassin’s life!

No longer a killer hiding in the dark, but a warrior in the open!

His heartbeat didn’t even change much. He calmly stared at the open door. Although there were only two bullets left in his rifle, he could guarantee that if they didn’t pay a price, they absolutely couldn’t come in.

It seemed that everything was at a stalemate.

Mador glanced at his brother lying on the ground, then suddenly had someone give him a hand and had someone carry him up.

Although doing so was a bit disrespectful to his body, Mador believed that he would be willing to take revenge with his own hands!

The moment the body appeared at the doorway, the highly tense nerves made the old killer fire two shots in a row. After these two shots were fired, he threw down the rifle in his hand without hesitation, took out the pistol at his side, and fired two shots.

When he found that it was just a corpse, they had already started to fight back!

In an instant, bullets flew everywhere! Almost everything in the room was “dancing.” The tables were constantly shifting, the picture frames were smashed to pieces and then fell down, and the spring bed was riddled with many holes!

The old killer was also shot once, in the side.

It might have been a ricochet. He could feel the wet, hot blood flowing out of his body, but his breathing, his heartbeat, still didn’t change much.

He kept looking for opportunities to shoot. He just wanted to take more people with him!

When his pistol had fired its last bullet, Mador rushed forward. The old killer had no time to change the magazine. He directly threw the pistol in his hand at Mador.

Then he took out a dagger and rushed over.

At such a close distance, those people didn’t dare to shoot. It would definitely cause friendly fire!

When he saw Mador clearly, he was stunned for a moment.

It was this person, who had looked at him from a distance of dozens of meters not long ago. It was that seemingly casual glance that had directly exposed them!

The two wrestled together. Fortunately, the others didn’t just stand by and watch like idiots. They rushed up at once and pressed the old killer to the ground.

He was punched and kicked all over his body, on his head, but he didn’t make a sound.

When he was picked up, he was already on the verge of death.

Mador saw the wound on his side. The bullet had gone in. Just like his assessment of his comrade’s wound, he knew that this old guy was a goner.

It wasn’t that this kind of wound couldn’t be treated, but that there was no time for treatment!

It would take at least twenty or thirty minutes for the ambulance to come and then take him to the hospital.

He couldn’t even last until the ambulance arrived, let alone leave with the ambulance!

“Search,” Mador and his men began to search the entire room. Before long, someone shouted in the bathroom, “There’s someone here.”

The old killer, already listless, calmly watched them enter the bathroom, calmly watched them carry the young killer out, his eyes showing no trace of fluctuation.

The young killer’s panicked expression did not seem to be faked. He was groaning weakly, as if he had been groaning for a long time and had no strength left.

“Should be a resident here.”

They found a photo frame with a young man’s picture by the bedside. At this moment, they had restored the truth of the matter.

After the old killer was exposed, he had come to this room. He had shot and injured this young man, then threw him into the washroom.

Until this moment.

“You’re really lucky!” Mador thought of his comrade-in-arms.

He observed for a moment. Although the young man had been shot four times, only one shot looked like a fatal wound.

But the fact that he had held on until now without dying showed that it only looked like it.

Lance didn’t want any innocent people to die, so they called an ambulance. By the time the ambulance arrived, Mador had already stopped breathing.

They packed up Mador’s things and took them all back.

The intense gunfire had long been heard by Lance. When they came back with a body, Lance sighed.

The old killer was also dead. Lance glanced at his body, “Find a way to see if we can find out this person’s identity information, see if there’s a chance to dig out who hired him.”

He walked to the body of Mador’s comrade and mourned for a while, “Give compensation according to the gang’s rules. Go and inform his family.”

Their families had all been brought over by Lance. They had thought that leaving the Empire could allow them to escape the fate of dying on the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, after running so far, death had still caught up with him!

During the time before his family came over, Lance asked, “What you said is too thrilling. Could the young man’s luck be too good?”

He looked at Mador, “You said he had amazing shooting ability. There’s no reason to show mercy to an ordinary person.”

“And he fired four shots, but not a single fatal wound. I think this is a bit unreasonable, isn’t it?”

Mador was stunned for a moment, and suddenly woke up. The killer had always been two people!

He turned and ran outside. The others also followed him. They also woke up.

Regardless of whether what Lance said was reasonable or not, they had to go and see.

To identify whether a person is a killer is actually very easy!

Especially for a killer with sharpshooting assassination methods, they must maintain or improve their shooting accuracy through a large amount of shooting training.

Just by touching the young man’s hand, you could tell if he was a killer!

And at this moment, the young man opened his eyes, enduring the severe pain. There was only one male nurse and one male doctor in the ambulance.

In this period, female nurses in ambulances were very rare. They would only dispatch female nurses if there was a phone request. If there was no request, only male nurses would be dispatched.

The doctor and nurse both took the initiative to walk over, asking him to lie down again and not to mess around. However, in the next second, he took out a fist blade from somewhere, quickly cut the nurse’s throat, and then plunged the fist blade into the doctor’s throat!

The two clutched their throats and struggled. The doctor could no longer care about anything else. He was trying to get free!

And the nurse could only clutch his neck and lie on the ground.

His carotid artery had been cut, and blood gushed out like a tap had been turned on.

The young killer opened the back door of the car. While grabbing the strap used to secure the patient’s body, he slid down.

After being dragged on the ground for more than ten meters, he let go, let out a muffled groan, rolled on the ground a few times, and stopped.

Then, in the dumbfounded eyes of the passersby, he got up and quickly disappeared into an alley.

He needed to take out the bullet, reduce the inflammation, and then rest for a period of time.

Seven or eight minutes later, Mador caught up with the ambulance, but only saw two bodies. He cursed “f—k,” but didn’t know where to start looking.

After circling the car a few times, he went back disappointed.

When he returned to the firm, the family of his comrade-in-arms had already arrived. They were surrounding the body, weeping softly.

When Lance saw Mador return, he went up to greet him, “Where’s the person?”

He was a little annoyed, “He killed the doctor and nurse on the way and ran away.”

“Can you still remember what he looks like?” Lance asked.

Mador was a little embarrassed, “I didn’t observe his appearance carefully. I have to ask someone else about this.”

He now also understood what Lance meant, “I’ll have them make a sketch.”

Lance patted his arm, “Let’s deal with the matters inside first.”

Seeing Mador come in, the crying of these family members became a little louder. They gathered around Mador and chattered about something. Lance did not eavesdrop.

It was nothing more than crying and complaining, blaming Mador for not taking good care of him.

But in the end, these people still accepted this fact because what Lance gave was indeed a lot!

After appeasing the family of the deceased, Mador found someone who could draw and then made a sketch.

Lance had never seen that young man, but he knew that this drawing was definitely not right because no one could look so strange.

But having something was better than nothing. He then had someone send it to the police station, telling Precinct Chief Bruce that he was related to the case of the ambulance doctor murder.

In less than an hour, the entire Golden Port began to issue a warrant for this guy. Lance offered a $5,000 reward.

Although it was unknown how long it would take to find him, the good news was that his injuries would not heal in a short time.

Everyone was a little silent. A few had died a while ago, and today another one had died. Although their relationships were close or distant, they were all one family after all.

Even if they didn’t know each other and just greeted each other normally.

The next day, the sun rose as usual. Everyone’s emotions seemed to have eased a little after the sadness.

They still had a lot of things to do and couldn’t stop to be sad for a long time, but everyone became more careful.

Almost all the cars were fitted with steel plates. Lance even had someone get two minibusses and convert them into mobile armored vehicles. Who knows when they might be needed.

The young killer seemed to have disappeared in an instant, and there was no more news.

The Wolf Gang’s bar was also being renovated again, but it was obvious that even if it could open, there wouldn’t be too many people.

No one would risk being riddled with bullets to go there for a drink.

Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and the time was also at the end of the month, Wally, the client manager of Basil Investment Bank, finally called Lance.

“The president has some time these next two days…”