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Cui Hao and Qian Shuhang blinked as they looked at the bloodstains on the left side of the chest.

"Let it go," Chen Zhiye said casually, clearly aware of their exercise.

Who is this?

Where did it come from?

Was it the SWAT team or their team? If it was the SWAT team, then they're pretty awesome.

No, no, that's not right.

That person on the other end is cheating!

The exercise mission didn't allow for any possibility of one side infiltrating.

They don't seem to be like that; how could their own people kill each other?

The two of them became more and more confused, unable to figure it out.

Cui Hao and Qian Shuhang exchanged a glance, deciding not to think about it anymore; they would find out who he was after the mission was over.

The two men slumped to the ground, giving the impression that neither could win.

The lobby manager watched the whole thing from the sidelines, forgetting all about acting, staring wide-eyed and inwardly exclaiming how awesome it was.

Before he could even see clearly, the situation had reversed.

It's like the cow's mother opening the door for the cow; the cow has arrived home.

The robbers, who were searching for cash at the counter, heard two noises and assumed the two hostages were gone, but they didn't hear the vault being opened.

He found it strange and, carrying the fake object, decided to go inside for a look. He had just peeked out the door when he hadn't even had a chance to see what was inside.

A fake blood pack shot right at me and exploded in my chest.

He was stunned. A command came through the earpiece hidden inside the hood: "You're dead."

His eyes rolled around, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The commotion attracted the attention of the other robbers. Except for the one who was still guarding the hostage, the remaining three rushed in, and the outcome was obvious.

Three loud bangs.

The three of them fell to the ground one after another.

Chen Zhi loosened his grip on Ji Ran, the letter opener still pressed against his neck. He asked indifferently, "Do you consider yourself alive or dead right now?"

Ji Ran nodded vigorously.

Damn it!

He is dead!

If the knife had gone in just one more inch, he would have been completely dead.

Chen Zhi was fairly satisfied with the answer, withdrew his hand, and tossed the letter opener aside.

Ji Ran, with his keen insight, spread his hands on the ground.

Before leaving, Chen Zhi picked up the weapon on the ground and replaced it with another one.

He swaggered out of there alone. The hostage-taker was a beat too slow to react. Just as he raised his hand, the other man pulled the trigger. His movements were so fast that there was no hesitation or pause.

The remaining robbers were dumbfounded, standing there staring blankly at the other party.

No.

Where are his accomplices?

How come all of his many accomplices have disappeared?

Chen Zhiye lifted the hood of his sweatshirt, revealing short, silver-white hair with messy, unruly ends. A strand of soft hair fluttered across his forehead, resting lightly on his eyelashes, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

His voice was as flat as a deep pool, without any undulation, yet every word exuded unquestionable certainty and contempt, carrying an arrogance that crushed everything: "utterly vulnerable."

His disdainful gaze fell on him, and Guan Zhengzheng immediately felt indignant and subconsciously wanted to refute him.

Before he could even open his mouth, Chen Zhiye's gaze swept over him. "When I attacked you just now, you should have grabbed one of the hostages to take the bullet for you."

Guan Zhengzheng choked.

He hadn't thought of that because he was a normal person, a soldier, not a real robber.

The robbers who had fallen down got up and came into the hall one after another.

They all died.

This mission has long since failed.

Chen Zhi also turned to Cui Hao and Qian Shuhang, his tone not harsh, "You are vicious people who came to rob a bank, why are you hesitating because of your restricted accomplices? A real robber would have shot him when I held a knife to his neck."

His gaze swept over the disguised robbers one by one, and he sharply commented: "Their adaptability and ability to react on the spot are almost zero."

"The stupidest thing to do was not to control the people at the counter as soon as they came in and prevent them from pressing the alarm."

"When the police arrive and surround the exit, you should kill two hostages to intimidate them."

His words were so cold and indifferent, and his tone was so detached, that they sounded even more terrifying.

Shen Suian's heart skipped a beat; she didn't know what was wrong.

Why did the robbers stop robbing and instead listen to being lectured with their heads down in such a short time?

Weren't they shot? Their chests were covered in blood, so why are they still standing?

And who is he?

Shen Sui'an's gaze fell on Chen Zhiye, whose silver-white hair was too eye-catching, standing out and dazzling in the chaotic hall.

Coupled with his indifferent and cold face, Shen Sui'an belatedly realized that this person was different from everyone she had ever met, inside and out.

Chen Zhi also accurately pointed out the problem: "You didn't have a complete plan, you didn't know the bank president's schedule, you didn't have a leader, and you didn't have an orderly division of labor. You're like a bunch of reckless flies."

The eight men lowered their heads one by one. Even though he wasn't their instructor, the overwhelming pressure from above made them unable to lift their heads.

He's right. This is their first exercise. When they learned they would be playing the role of robbers, they were so excited that they had completely forgotten about any prior planning.

As for a leader, none of them were willing to submit to the others, so naturally no one could be chosen.

Now that they have all been wiped out by one person, it is not only shameful but also a matter of dignity. But when they think about how those people outside have suffered an even greater defeat, they feel a little better.

"Clap clap clap—"

Several people in suits walked out from somewhere, led by a middle-aged man. The applause was for Chen Zhiye, who had just watched the whole thing on the surveillance camera.

Ding Xiuyuan, their instructor, glared at his students and cursed, "Eight people were taken down by one person! You're all useless! You've completely disgraced me!"

"Go back and intensify your training!"

Ji Ran and the others remained silent; they were outmatched and accepted their defeat.

"Why are you still wearing that hood?! Aren't you ashamed to show your face?"

Ding Xiuyuan was right. Headgear is stuffy and tight, who would want to wear it? The people here today are either internal staff or volunteers acting in the play. Once the headgear is taken off, they'll remember us, right?

This is something that can cause you to lose face for a lifetime in the team.

Ding Xiuyuan shouted, "Take off all the hoods!"

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes."

The eight people took off their headgear one after another, revealing their young faces.

They all had buzz cuts and wheat-colored skin. Once the hoods were removed, their eyes became clear and upright. They stood straight, their eyes occasionally glancing at Chen Zhiye, their thoughts seemingly in sync.

Who exactly is he?!

He's amazing!

worship!

Could he come and be their instructor?

Chen Zhiye seemed to see through their thoughts, lightly lifting his eyelids without uttering a sound, and Ji Ran and the others immediately became obedient.

Ding Xiuyuan was furious. They were all troublemakers in his eyes, but they turned into quails in front of others.

Then I thought about everything I saw in the monitoring room, and I had to admit I was right.

Ding Xiuyuan said loudly, "Get up, everyone. The exercise is over."

The security guard who had collapsed at the door immediately got up, and the elderly teller behind the counter helped him up with a stool, supporting his back as he sat down.

He fell without a safety mat, and his whole body ached.

"Oh my, I really enjoyed acting!" The 'dead' old lady suddenly sat up.