Assassination

The next day!

The Capital, the imperial palace.

Apart from being Zhu Weiliang's office, this place was now the headquarters of the Special Bureau.

Inside an office in the palace.

He Wenxi was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. Her hair was swept back into a small ponytail, with two strands of black hair framing her forehead and draping down to her chin.

She sat behind her desk, looking over the documents in her hand.

A portrait of a red-haired youth appeared on the file.

Below it was his information.

Xu Mo: Resident of Chenghua, Nanming Kingdom.

Traits: Suspected of being able to transform into a Specter, the first such case in the Nanming Kingdom. His growth in strength far exceeds that of ordinary supernatural beings!

Intelligence: The government has extended five invitations, all of which were rejected. He wishes to stay with his family and has no interest in the violence of the outside world!

After studying it for a moment, He Wenxi said calmly, “Prepare a car. I'm going to Chenghua.”

She wanted to recruit this unique supernatural human personally.

If utilized properly, he might become a sharp blade in her hands.

As for his desire to stay with his family and his reluctance to leave, that was simple to He Wenxi—once his family was gone, he would leave.

“Yes, ma'am!” her subordinate's voice called out from beyond the door.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

A respectful male voice called out, “Director He, the vehicle is ready. We can depart at any time.”

He Wenxi stood up and walked toward the door.

The office door opened on its own. A five-meter-long black limousine was already waiting outside.

A young man in a suit said respectfully, “Director He, the escort team has been arranged and is ready to follow.”

“Do you think I need an escort?” He Wenxi's voice was completely flat.

Hearing this, the young man quickly stepped forward to open the car door. “Understood. I will cancel the escort immediately!”

He Wenxi got into the back seat with a cold expression. The young man closed the door, sat in the front passenger seat, and said to the driver, “Let's go. To Chenghua.”

The driver nodded, started the engine, and drove out of the palace.

At the palace gates, an escort vehicle immediately turned on its sirens to clear the path ahead.

Wherever the sirens echoed, vehicles on both sides of the road quickly pulled over.

Once the limousine drove onto the streets outside the palace, a black sedan was parked by the roadside.

Inside, a young man watched the limousine through binoculars, catching a faint glimpse of a woman sitting in the back seat.

That must be her. The young man immediately picked up his walkie-talkie.

“The target has left. She is in a black limousine, license plate Jing-00001. Judging by the thickness of the frame, it should be a top-tier blast-resistant and bulletproof vehicle!” the young man said rapidly.

An arrogant voice crackled from the walkie-talkie. “Received. Boys, get ready to move. I heard this target is a supernatural human, but so what? I want to see if her skull is harder than my bullets!”

On the roads of the Capital, they were now far from the city center.

He Wenxi's car sped along. In the back seat, she was quietly reading a book titled Happiness.

Just then, two white vans suddenly approached from both sides, driving parallel to her limousine.

The driver immediately sensed something was wrong. “Those two vans are getting too close.”

Just as he finished speaking, an invisible ripple swept from the van on the left across He Wenxi's limousine.

The top-tier blast-resistant glass and metal plates of the limousine began to ripple like liquid.

The doors of both vans slid open simultaneously. Middle-aged men in gray overcoats, holding rifles, aimed expressionlessly at He Wenxi.

Gunfire erupted, and a dense hail of bullets pierced through the liquefied car doors, tearing toward He Wenxi.

He Wenxi, who had been reading, had her head and body riddled with bloody holes. Blood splattered everywhere.

The driver and the secretary in the front, along with the escort vehicle ahead, were also turned into Swiss cheese by the gunfire.

In the next second, the liquefied doors returned to normal, and the remaining bullets ricocheted off them.

But the middle-aged gunman didn't care. Under his watchful gaze—

The out-of-control limousine veered off the road and crashed into a guardrail, coming to a halt.

From the moment the vehicle was attacked, the alarms in the security room of the Special Bureau back at the palace rang incessantly.

The staff member monitoring the feeds gasped in horror. “The Director's car has been attacked!”

He immediately dispatched the message to the Special Bureau personnel still in the Capital, as well as to nearby patrolling soldiers.

On the road.

The vans slammed on their brakes and stopped right next to the limousine. The middle-aged man stepped out with his rifle slung over his shoulder, his face flushed with excitement. “It's done! Two hundred million in the bag!”

Behind him, a blue-haired young man got out, holding a now-lusterless crystal. “Supernatural items really make things easy. Spending two million on this thing was totally worth it.”

It was this very item that had interfered with the target's bulletproof car, allowing them to succeed so easily.

As they spoke, the other van parked. A bald man quickly stepped out, holding a white block wrapped with wires.

He slapped the block onto the car door and pulled the wire.

With a loud blast, the lock of the top-tier bulletproof door was breached by the shaped charge.

He yanked the door open and looked at He Wenxi, who was covered in blood with lifeless, unfocused eyes. He sneered, “This Special Bureau Director is a joke. I thought it would be hard.”

He raised his phone to snap a photo of her corpse, which would serve as proof of completion for their employer.

“Let's go. The Capital's soldiers will be here soon. We need to leave the country immediately.” The blue-haired youth glanced at He Wenxi's body with a look of disdain.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he prepared to head back to the van.

“Are you... here to kill me?” Just as the blue-haired youth was about to step into the van, a calm, emotionless female voice echoed from behind him.

Hearing the voice, the blue-haired youth spun around, his pupils contracting violently. “What kind of sick joke is this?!”