I searched and fought in America.

There's no time to get out!

Rosen scanned the room and instantly spotted the burgundy curtains in front of the office's floor-to-ceiling windows.

He darted behind the curtains, stood close to the corner of the wall, and lowered his breathing.

The door was slowly pushed open. Leonard had just washed his hands, which were still damp with water droplets. He was humming an unknown tune, seemingly in a very good mood.

Name: Leonard

[Level: Elite Boss]

He closed the door behind him and walked straight to the comfortable old-fashioned chair, which creaked as he sat down.

Leonard didn't notice there was another person in the room. He took out his phone, dialed a number, and his voice sounded somewhat lewd:

"Hey, baby? It's Leonard, hahaha, I miss you, of course I miss you, especially your... hehe."

As he spoke, he glanced dreamily at the sofa on his left, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Come here quickly, I've prepared a new gadget for you today, I guarantee it will make you feel like you're in heaven... Okay, okay, I'll wait for you, don't wear underwear..."

Behind the curtains, Rosen remained expressionless, the Glock pistol already in his hand.

However, just as Leonard hung up the phone...

"Waaah—! Waaah—! Waaah—!"

The piercing alarm blared throughout the entire factory building!

Upon hearing this voice, Leonard's smile froze, and he abruptly jumped up from his chair.

"Fuck! What's going on?!"

"Bang!"

The office door was kicked open, and Vincent rushed in in a panic without even knocking.

"Boss! Something's happened!" Vincent gasped for breath, his face deathly pale. "One of the guys went to the bathroom and found Big Bear dead in the stall! His neck was broken!"

Leonard's expression changed drastically: "What?!"

"It wasn't just Big Bear! We immediately checked dormitory 061, and the other three people inside... were all dead!"

They bled to death! And with Big Bear included, everyone in the dorm was wiped out!

Vincent's face held a solemn expression.

Leonard felt a chill run down his spine. Complete annihilation? Right under his nose?

Before he could recover from the shock, Vincent's next words sent a chill down his spine.

Vincent raised his rifle, his eyes sweeping fiercely across the office, his voice filled with murderous intent:

"Boss, I just ran into someone in the hallway who claimed to be from Big Bear's dorm. He said he was here to deliver your ID card..."

That bastard lied to me! He was heading towards your office just now!

If he hadn't gone out... that bastard should be in this office right now!

Vincent said, then fired directly at the wardrobe on the right, but no screams came from inside, which disappointed him.

Could it be that his judgment was wrong?

Upon hearing Vincent's assessment, a normal person's reaction would be to immediately seek cover or draw their weapon for warning.

But Leonard is not a normal person, or rather, his long-term pampered life has caused him to lose his basic tactical judgment at this moment.

"Damn it! My ledger!"

Leonard's face turned pale. In that instant, the fear of being tortured by the boss after the ledger was discovered overcame his reason.

He completely ignored Vincent's warning and pounced on the safe right next to the curtains like a madman!

That was his lifeline, the foundation upon which he established himself and survived in the Fangtooth Gang, and he absolutely could not afford to lose it!

"Boss! What are you doing?!"

Vincent was completely dumbfounded by Leonard's suicidal move.

He was about to glance at the curtains again when he saw Leonard's actions and was slightly taken aback.

It's now!

There was a click of the chamber being cocked, followed immediately by a gunshot.

Vincent was shot through the forehead, and before he could even pull the trigger, his arm fell limply to his side, and he slammed heavily onto the floor with a thud.

Leonard, who was frantically pressing the combination lock, was startled by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him. He had just finished entering the last digit of the password and instinctively looked up and turned around.

"Vincent..."

A second shot rang out immediately afterward.

The bullet pierced Leonard's skull.

The factory manager of the Fangtooth gang had his entire forehead shattered, becoming a bloody mess.

His body lurched backward, slamming heavily against the safe, and blood instantly stained the expensive carpet.

The office fell silent once more.

Rosen emerged from behind the curtains, fired two more shots at the two corpses, and then slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun.

A small wooden box appeared on each of the two corpses, and the small wooden box on them was even emitting a blue light!

He walked over to Leonard's unrecognizable body, took out his phone, and took a picture of the mangled face and the nameplate hanging around his neck.

"Click."

Save the photo.

"Mission accomplished."

Rosen's lips curled slightly. The ledger was in hand, the target was eliminated, and the operation could be considered a complete success.

He casually put the two people's small wooden boxes into his backpack, without the slightest hesitation, and turned to stride towards the French windows.

He had already planned his escape route while observing the surroundings, and the height of the second floor was like flat ground to him at this moment.

If you jump from here, there is a green belt directly below, and a dozen meters further out is the outermost wall of the factory.

Rosen took out the [Wall Breaker] he had just obtained from opening the box from his backpack.

Perfect timing to try out the new toy.

At that moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor. Clearly, although the gunshot was not loud, the commotion had still attracted the attention of the patrol team outside.

Without further hesitation, Rosen picked up Vincent's assault rifle and began firing wildly at the floor-to-ceiling window. Even the tempered glass couldn't withstand such barrage.

The glass shattered, Rosen created a gap, then leaped into the air and disappeared into the night.

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"Quick! The sound is coming from the boss's office!"

"It looks like there's also broken glass!"

In the corridor, the patrol team members who were searching each room had a drastic change in expression and were now rushing towards the management office at the end of the corridor.

However, when they arrived at the door, panting, everyone stopped in their tracks.

The heavy door was tightly shut, and there was complete silence inside.

"Boss... Boss?"

A squad leader called out tentatively and even knocked on the door politely.

No one responded.

The guards exchanged glances, each seeing hesitation in the other's eyes.

Leonard is notorious for his brutality. Just last week, an unlucky guy had his finger chopped off because he accidentally wandered into Leonard's office while Leonard was "doing his business".

"Could it be that the boss is... venting?" someone whispered.

"To vent your anger, you might shoot a gun? You might even smash windows?"

Finally, the squad leader gritted his teeth. If something really happened and they didn't go in, their fate would be even worse.

"Get your guns ready! Come in!"

He suddenly pressed down on the handle and kicked the door open.

The scene inside the door froze all the guards who rushed in; the stench of blood assaulted their nostrils.

Vincent, the once arrogant patrol captain, lay in a pool of blood with a hole in his head.

Their leader, Leonard, was slumped beside the safe, his head...

It can no longer be called a brain; it's a complete mess of mush.

"The...the boss is dead?!"

"Captain Vincent is dead too!"

A sense of panic spread through the crowd.

A guard pointed ahead and shouted, "Over there! The window's broken!"

Everyone rushed to the broken French windows and peered down.

There were some dents in the lawn below, but no one was there anymore.

"boom!!!"

Just then, a loud explosion suddenly came from the direction of the factory's outer wall in the distance!

A flash of fire appeared, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The guards stared in disbelief at the concrete wall, which had been blasted open with a hole two meters in diameter.

It was obvious that the intruder had left.

A cold wind blew in through the broken window, making everyone shiver. Whether it was from the wind or from fear, it was hard to tell.

"Chase...chase?" a young guard asked, trembling.

The scene was deathly silent.

The leader is dead, the captain of the guard is dead, and the remaining squad leaders look at each other.

No one wanted to give this order that would surely lead to certain death, and no one wanted to be the first to jump down and chase the monster that could kill Leonard and Vincent in a minute.

Chase my ass...

A squad leader swallowed hard and silently lowered his gun.

"Hurry... hurry up and call the gang leader."

Without a leader, the entire factory's defense system collapsed completely at that moment.

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Fable 1: The Industrious Spider

I'm like a spider, weaving my web (writing) day and night.

Sometimes the web breaks (the plot falls apart), and you can only silently patch it up. More often than not, the web is woven very beautifully, but no prey (readers) comes along. Instead, you catch a few fallen leaves (GG Bro).