?78: Chapter 70 Rational Analysis 78: Chapter 70 Rational Analysis “Garden, Heather, video evidence, we killed Ditzel.”

    The screen showed a nun getting up from the ground, her back to the camera.

    “Crush him.”

    The nun raised her hands, which were shackled in wooden stocks, but the stocks couldn’t come down; her movement froze.

    At that moment, a Warhammer appeared in the frame, brutally striking Ditzel’s head as the voice-over rang out again.

    “The target is dead, mission completed.”

    The footage quickly ended.

    As an employee responsible for evidence verification, Owen had seen many gruesome scenes, but the visual impact of the Warhammer smashing the head still made him physically uneasy for a moment.

    One couldn’t do this job for too long; it was sickening.

    He harbored complaints in his heart, but his hands couldn’t stop working.

    He chose to back up, archive, and confirm that the evidence matched the mission and account, then Owen opted to upload the evidence.

    Level A mission, must be reviewed by a supervisor.

    And an A-level mission like this wasn’t always available; sometimes, months could go by without a single piece of video evidence of an A-level mission, because each report completed for an A-level mission meant the death of a significant figure.

    Moreover, sometimes the contract between the client and the assassin was private, and even upon completing the mission, no evidence needed to be provided.

    Thus, supervising officer Matthew was often idle.

    A light ding from the computer spurred Matthew into alertness.

    Finally, something exciting had happened.

    Matthew shook the mouse and looked at the highest-level email which occupied half the screen; he clicked to open it.

    A video.

    “Garden, Heather, video evidence, we killed Ditzel.”

    The screen showed a nun getting up from the ground, her back to the camera.

    “Crush him.”

    The nun raised her hands, which were shackled in wooden stocks, but the stocks couldn’t come down; her movement froze.

    Then, a Warhammer appeared in the frame, brutally striking down upon Ditzel’s head as the voice-over rang out again.

    “The target is dead, mission completed.”

    Matthew’s eyes widened; the same video that brought Owen visual impact gave him a deeper level of shock.

    This was an A-level mission, Ditzel was dead, but the assassin’s final, signature, lethal blow had been executed so easily and leisurely.

    How many years had it been since he had witnessed such a scene?

    Had the assassin controlled everyone before deciding to terminate the target?

    But seeing the hand holding the hammer flash by in the video and observing the nun with her back to the camera, especially seeing the account providing the evidence, Matthew was puzzled.

    In theory, there was nothing wrong with the video; the lethal blow was very explicit, and the target was clearly discernible, so this video evidence should have been quickly approved.

    But this was an A-level mission, worth twenty million dollars, so it couldn’t possibly be approved too easily.

    Further verification was needed.

    Matthew picked up the phone and dialed a number; as soon as it connected, he immediately said, “A-level mission, number 21, target person Ditzel.

    Eller.

    Mondrian, check immediately if the target is alive.”

    Whether such a high-profile figure was dead could definitively be determined through public news—newspapers, television, the internet.

    Once news spread all over the globe, at least across all of France, confirmation was naturally attainable.

    This time frame was generally within twenty-four hours, as sometimes the police might collaborate with the deceased’s family to block the news.

    But this time was different because it was a massive charity dinner, witnessed by too many; blocking the news wasn’t so easy.

    “It’s confirmed now, the French Police have responded, the target died on the scene, and along with him, a Level C target person, Henry, also died.

    Boss, I obtained the surveillance footage from the event; do you want to see it?”

    A surveillance video of a Level C mission wasn’t very interesting, but if it related to a Level A mission, it definitely warranted a viewing.

    Matthew said in a somber voice, “Send it over.”

    A video was sent over, and Matthew opened it on his computer.

    And then Matthew couldn’t help but curse.

    “Shit…”

    A person suddenly made a move, but it was merely a casual, empty-handed strike, and Henry instantly fell to the ground.

    Then the Asian tossed a dinner knife and, after leaping over two tables, struck down the man holding a gun.

    Too slick.

    Too unbelievable, so inconceivable that it was unacceptable and incomprehensible.

    Matthew swallowed, he wasn’t wearing a tie but still couldn’t resist making a motion as if loosening a tie.

    After a chaotic battle, a whirl of dazzling yet incomprehensible fighting, the Asian charged toward the staircase.

    The video ended there, but footage from another camera filled in; that Asian, who had taken down Henry with a single unarmed strike, picked up a Warhammer at the second-floor corner and continued upward.

    Nothing more was shown.

    Matthew immediately said, “What about the video from below?” Sёar?h the N?vel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    “There is none, no cameras above the second floor.”

    Matthew didn’t ask further.

    After a moment of contemplation, he brought up Henry’s mission on his computer.

    The one who took on Henry’s Level C mission was a single person, a Level E assassin, newly registered.

    His promotion was due to his last mission, and that last mission was the killing of Suleyman.

    Matthew exhaled, Suleyman’s mission, an impression of an unreasonable job still vivid in his mind, highly difficult, poorly paid, followed by lots of complications, yet only a Level D reward, a clear tailor-made trap mission.