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Chapter 2 Tactical Planning
Xia Xia stared at the person in the mirror, his head turning quickly.
He could not escape, the assistant knew he was here. And, please, he killed Zhi Leng, the master plan of the Floating Gold Television Asaijin team competition!
The best case is to kill him on the spot, maybe even worse, he will be sold to a dark restricted channel, then his death will be the object of entertainment, and hell is like that.
He unconsciously touched the back of his neck, and when he was recruited from the city, he planted punishment equipment to prevent criminals from going crazy and destroying the world. The chief executive of the district eagerly tried it on him, making life worse than death.
He should listen to the cold, take off his clothes, turn his back, lie on the bed, and call him whatever he asks him to call. Things will be over soon, and the rules for surviving are the same... He suddenly felt nauseous, so he rushed to the toilet and confessed all the things he had eaten today.
Then he went to wash his face, folded his sleeves, covered the blood stains, took a towel and wiped all fingerprints from the place he might have touched, did not look at the corpse, opened the door and went out.
He can't stay here, he can't stay for more than a minute.
I have to steal a car. Summer thought. I drove all the way down the down town road and sold the car to the second or third garbage station. They had a way to make no one recognize the car.
Then use the money you get to exchange for a down town car, which is broken, but the advantage is that it is not conspicuous. He was going all the way north, and he had to find a decent black market doctor as soon as possible to remove the thing behind his neck.
There may be some neurological disability, but it is not a big deal, and then he will survive temporarily by stealing things, he still has a bit of stealing craftsmanship.
But they will find me, he thought, he will hide away for a while, but they will find me, that is the master plan of the Asaijin team competition!
At this moment, he saw Bai Jingan.
There is a viewing platform on each floor of the hotel. You can walk up all the way from the stairs. Some people attending the banquet are chatting on the largest viewing platform on the top floor. Bai Jingan is talking to a few people who seem to be very powerful.
He doesn't look good, but his clothes are well-dressed, unlike rented ones, but he is born to wear such clothes.
He was smiling frontally, listening to people talking in a corner of the roof, his hair was neither long nor short, neat and elegant, just like the impression of seeing him for the first time in summer, like a glass of boiled water, not tepid, extremely boring, and lacking personality. Speaking of what everyone said, doing nothing out of the ordinary, not even a drop of blood on his hand, just watching people fight.
At this time, Bai Jingan also raised his head and saw Summer.
Seeing his appearance, Bai Jingan's face became cold. He turned around and said something to the people, then left them and walked towards Xia Xia.
Xia Xia stood by the elevator and watched him come.
The closer he got, the colder Bai Jingan's face became. He looked like a teacher who saw a student who was always fighting and didn't want to pay any attention at all. The man was helplessly crying on the path he had to pass with blood on his face, so he had to walk over.
He said, "What's wrong."
Xia Xia glanced at the cold room, Bai Jingan's face became even colder. But even when his face was cold, only those eyes became colder, his appearance still didn't seem to be a big deal, it was just like an unpleasant day chatting with his teammates.
Bai Jingan turned around, pushed the door open, and walked in. Xia Jia stood at the door for a while, followed in and closed the door.
When he entered, Bai Jingan was standing at the door of the bedroom, looking at the bloody corpse inside.
The ground is full of blood, and there is a blood-red sailboat sculpture inside, like a ship sunk in a sea of blood.
Bai Jingan looked blankly for a while, turned around, and opened the closet.
Xia Xia stared at his movements blankly, the man rummaged in the closet and pulled out a large noble-brand suitcase from the innermost. He opened the box, cleared the clothes into the cabinet, then turned to look at Xia Xia and said, "Get him in."
Xia raised his eyebrows, and things seemed to be different from what they had imagined. However, he walked over immediately and helped drag Zhi Leng's body into the box. The man's legs were bare, and his penis shrank into a small ball, just a pile of sad soft flesh.
Bai Jingan closed the box and closed the zipper. It looked like a nice luxury suitcase.
"Perfect." Summer said.
Bai Jingan gave him a sullen look, then turned to look at the room.
His pupils are gray, as plain as water as his whole person, and the look of the house is as indifferent and boring as at the killing show, planning and measuring all available tactical details.
Then he walked to the wall without saying a word and found the network interface.
He used a mobile phone—they tried to call it a portable data terminal, but the name mobile phone has been passed down—connected to the Internet and jumped out of the defense program interface, and he went in without changing his face.
——He is a tactical plan, but because of the imbalance in the type of work, he also doubles up on the network logistics, working on hacking data, not to mention the black hotel public network.
His hands kept moving, as if the bloody bedroom before him meant nothing to him.
Xia Xia said behind him: "He called me into the room, and then..."
"I know what he is doing." Bai Jingan said.
Xia Xia shrugged, there were rumors everywhere about Zhi Leng, and Bai Jingan seemed to know everything.
"He asked an assistant to call me over." Xia Jia continued.
"Assistant." Bai Jingan said, his tone indifferent and flat. A tactical key word.
He called up the data, opened the entrance in an orderly manner, cleared the records, deleted the cache, and modified the video details in the hallway, just like having a meal of etiquette standards, calmly and organized.
He was like this when he first saw it in Xia Xia, and now he is standing in the bedroom where the master plan corpse is placed.
Bai Jingan soon entered the process of intercepting the video and overwriting the original picture. Without looking up, he said to Xia Tian: "Clean yourself up."
He is skilled in his business and he can't help much here, so Xia shrugs and walks into the bathroom. Bai Jingan was right. It was okay for him to flee quickly like this. If he wanted to go back to the banquet again and be a serious person, he would definitely show his stuff in a blink of an eye.
The bathroom is large, the floor is heated, and the clever lighting makes it like a bright dream.
Looking at the person in the mirror in summer, with long hair tied tightly behind his head, dressed in a formal dress, with handsome facial features, it is easy to feel good about him because he is a newcomer, with a hint of shyness and shyness.
Until ten minutes ago, he smashed his "great future" head, and the guy's body was lying outside like a disaster, and he could no longer use his super luxurious bathroom.
He laughed inexplicably at this thought, the smile bloomed like a wound on the gentle and innocent face, revealing an aura of anger, hunger and blood in the darkness of the lower city. He suddenly wanted to know what his expression was when he died from the cold. Well, it's a pity that you can't see it from that angle.
He opened the faucet, cleaned himself up, and touched the back of his neck nervously with his fingertips, where the skin was smooth and there was no wound.
He cleaned up the blood splattered on his body, which was not obvious because it was black clothes, but it was still there. The belt of the hair tie was also drenched with blood and soiled the hair.
After cleaning up, he looked much more innocent. He took a breath into the mirror and smiled again.
This time, the laugh seemed so innocent and childish, able to mingle with anyone at any time.
Not bad, he thought, leaving the bathroom and returning to the half-cleaned murder scene.
When he left, Bai Jingan was still tossing on the program port, and he had already progressed to the program that erased the traces of entry.
His technique of destroying evidence is first-rate. But it’s not surprising that the battles on the killing show are all real guns and real bullets, so although they are beautifully packed off the field, they are essentially first-class killers, bloody villains, or skilled. Hackers.
When needed, kill individuals, cause sabotage, and destroy the corpses. The technology is also the best in the world.
Hearing him coming out, Bai Jingan said without looking up: "Wipe the blood."
Looking at the miserable condition on the carpet in summer, it was... miserable.
"I'm particularly bad at cleaning," he said to Bai Jingan, "Anyway, you're almost done, so why not wipe off the carpet by the way..."
"Then don't smash his brain everywhere." Bai Jingan said, this is the longest sentence he came here to say.
Xia shrugged, indicating that this is also a special situation.
"But if he disappears, the police will definitely come here to investigate. A little reaction spray can make this place bright as New Year's, and there is no point in cleaning—" Xia Tian said.
"Unable to find out, tomorrow is cleaning day." Bai Jingan said.
Xia Xia stunned and laughed. It is worthy of a tactical plan. When committing a crime, the reaction is more sensitive.
——There is a big banquet today, so of course tomorrow will be a day of cleaning.
This year, taking into account the needs of the wealthy, there will be a major cleaning at the end of each month or the day after a large party. "Special circumstances" will be available after a call.
In the summer, I have heard at least two dozen unlucky ghosts who disappeared in the bedrooms of power figures, and then completely disappeared from the world through "private cleaning services." At that time, he felt that these wealthy people in the upper city were really disgusting and unbearable, but now he felt that this technology was really made in harmony with Mr. Zhi Leng.
He picked up the tool, whistling and began to wipe the blood and brain.
Bai Jingan glanced at him coldly, and ignored it in summer. In this way, in the cheerful little tune, the carpet quickly became as clean as new, as if the mess he made just now never existed.
Tomorrow, it will disappear more completely.
Xia Xia went on to clean up his fingerprints. Bai Jingan turned to drag the box, set it up, and said to him, "Use the delivery elevator."
Xia Xia nodded and took the box. The man went into the delivery elevator again, put the box in Xia Xia and sent it directly to the parking lot.
No one noticed them. Everyone was busy eating, drinking, laughing, taking drugs, and finding someone to go to bed. It was nothing worth noting to die.
They walked quietly through the banquet area and came to the parking lot. This is a magnetic levitation area. The cars are bells and whistles. They belong to the dignitaries who participated in the banquet, and there are some reality show celebrities, but most of them came on empty tracks. ——Summer, for example, have to take a ride back after the banquet.
As for Bai Jingan, he looks like he has a house and a car, more like belonging to the powerful class.
His teammates walked directly into the parking area, looked around, then hacked into a black suspended vehicle with the usual nude signs painted on it, and in the summer went to the pick-up area to pick up the suitcase containing the dead body.
When he returned, Bai Jingan had already adjusted the car. He opened the trunk and put the body in it in a natural way in summer.
This series of behaviors is simple and neat, silent, and tacitly coordinated. After all, they are both masters in this industry.