The male supporting character was actually myself.

Before the action team leader could get out of the car after his attempts to dissuade him failed, Hansen Smith, who was enjoying the spotlight and smiling broadly, was suddenly shot in the head!

Everything happened too suddenly.

So much so that most people didn't even realize it.

Lulu, who was closest to him, was instantly splattered with blood and watched helplessly as Hansen Smith, who had been laughing and talking just a second ago, had half his head blown off and collapsed to the ground covered in blood.

"what!"

She didn't hear the scream that instinctively burst from her throat. Everything around her began to slow down, the perspective gradually tilted, and finally, darkness enveloped her.

"Did the protagonist succeed?" The little white cat was playing a game when it suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

Jiang Chen walked to the French windows and looked down. "One shot to the head, clean and efficient."

CIA personnel had already calculated the approximate location based on the ballistic trajectory and rushed up in a swarm;

Some men in black, whether hotel staff or Hanson Smith's bodyguards, were also moving around among them.

Chaos erupted in front of the red carpet, with many people covering their heads and desperately running away, fearing another shooting; some took the opportunity to quickly snap photos of Hanson Smith's death; others tried to maintain order and evacuate in an orderly manner...

Meanwhile, the Ace of Spades, who had just landed the hit, had already disassembled and put away his gun.

He was dressed in a black trench coat and black gloves, and he was methodical.

I wiped away the traces in the storage room, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and left the dimly lit disco filled with ghosts and monsters dancing wildly. I went down the stairs where the security cameras had long been discontinued and disappeared into the bustling streets.

Before the CIA personnel arrived, a loud explosion was heard.

An explosion occurred on the third floor of a building located more than 1,000 meters away from the Moon Hotel.

The violent explosion sent flames flying, and shards of glass and wood splinters rained down on pedestrians and parked cars below.

Screams, car sirens, fire alarms, and all sorts of noises, along with the raging flames engulfing the building, all became the backdrop for Ace of Spades's dashing departure.

"Heh... this is what they call a ruthless killer." Jiang Chen stared at the burning building in the distance, handing a prop button to the little white cat on his shoulder. "You're fast, go put out the fire. If it keeps burning like this, a lot of people will definitely die."

"Host, you're so kind!" The little white cat picked up the prop in its mouth, jumped down through the French windows, and disappeared in a few leaps.

Moments later, the fire in the distant building began to extinguish at a visible speed.

Fire trucks arrived shortly afterward and quickly brought the situation under control.

Billionaire Hanson Smith was killed in the street; a disco, suspected to be the location of a sniper attack, was bombed; three women were killed in the explosion in the adjacent restroom; a fire resulted in six deaths, more than thirty serious injuries, and over a hundred minor injuries, with the fire affecting four floors; the damage is still being assessed…

While all the TV stations were broadcasting these live news reports, Ace of Spades was elegantly swirling a glass of red wine.

The sound from the television became background music. He gazed at the starry sky outside the window with his captivating eyes, but what flashed before his eyes was the charming woman's every smile and frown.

The computer screen that opened behind her displayed the girl's basic information.

He marked two lines: Lulu, 23 years old, Hanson Smith's thirty-sixth lover...

Chapter 5 Cat Girl, change!

Good evening, dear Captain Irving.

When the familiar yet somewhat strange voice came through the phone, Mavis was hunched over her desk, studying the murder of Hansen Smith.

She picked up her coffee, took a sip, and calmly said, "You know who the killer is, right?"

"I was there today too." Jiang Chen did not give a direct answer.

After all, it's uncertain whether leaking the protagonist's information at this time will be judged by the main system as a subjective intention to guide others to kill the protagonist, or whether it will lead to a script update.

He was satisfied with the current plot and didn't want to cause any further trouble.

“I tried to stop it, but I failed.” Jiang Chen leaned against the balcony, looking at the quiet street outside the window. In the distance, people were still busy at the fire scene. “You can try to check the nearby surveillance equipment. Maybe you will find something.”

Mayweather paused slightly, then tentatively asked, "Our people found a large amount of fire extinguishing powder on the sixth floor. Was that your doing?"

Thank you for putting out the fire in time, which saved many lives.

But…how did you know someone wanted to kill Hansen Smith?

Although strange, a gentle voice came through the receiver: "The evil organization has a secret network."

Each person they train will have a unique ID that allows them to log in.

I was able to see the bounties for some areas.

The bounty for Hansen Smith is that he must be killed within three days, so I can only give you an approximate timeframe.

Based on the current clues, it is speculated that Hansen Smith was killed by the organization's top assassin.

He is intelligent, mysterious, powerful, and dangerous.

Such contact poses a risk of exposure to me, so please remember me, dear Miss Mayweather.

Be wary if someone else says the same thing to you one day!

Friendly reminder: Be skeptical of everyone, including me.

Good night, get some rest.

After a brief but informative call, Mayweather frowned slightly.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen flipped through the script, pondered for a moment, and decided on a train ticket to the southern state of Norsh for two days later.

In the story, killing Hansen Smith is just the beginning.

When Ace of Spades was on an assassination mission, he saw the beautiful woman he admired again, which strengthened his resolve to escape unscathed and led him to act quickly.

The next mission to assassinate Hansen Smith's son will, unsurprisingly, involve using a custom-made mask.

The main system may also issue tasks at that time.

Before that...

Jiang Chen rubbed his temples, seriously considering how to get what he needed.

Once the sniper position was determined, the video footage, which was monitored from all angles by the recording equipment, was quickly edited.

The incredibly clear footage begins from the moment the Ace of Spades enters the recording equipment's monitoring range.

He made no attempt to conceal it, leaving his gleaming, distinctive bald head exposed, without even wearing a hat.

He carried a black backpack that was over a meter tall, wore a white shirt and a black trench coat, and black leather gloves. He walked with his shoulders upright and motionless.

The emergency exit stairs opened gracefully and smoothly, and we walked up them.

After dodging the building's surveillance cameras, he climbed over into the disco's storage room, which he had scouted out beforehand, and locked it from the inside before calmly assembling his sniper rifle.

We waited quietly for almost ten minutes.

Throughout the entire process, the Ace of Spades was like a top assassin described in literature, with the neon lights outside the window shining on his face, which was like a perfect statue.

He quietly observed the Moon Hotel, more than a kilometer away, through the scope of his sniper rifle.

The moment I saw Hansen Smith walking down the red carpet with the girl, I slightly raised my head to look ahead.

Then, the Ace of Spades suppressed his brief surge of excitement, aimed again, and pulled the trigger.

A burst of red light appeared in the scope. He expressionlessly began disassembling the sniper rifle, then skillfully erased the traces, placed the time bomb, and turned to leave.

The whole process was clean and efficient; assassinating a heavily protected tycoon was as calm and collected as eating breakfast.

Jiang Chen edited and saved the video, watched the original video over and over again, and then stood in front of the mirror and began to imitate the other person's every move.

Especially his unique walking posture and the calm, unwavering gaze of the Ace of Spades.

"Heh~ Host, aren't you asleep yet?" Xiao Bai yawned, stretched, and curled up his round, furry body, shaking his head and saying, "Your body is indeed very manly and handsome, but there's no need to be so narcissistic, is there?"

As the best male supporting character in the mission world, you have good looks and a great physique in every body you have, after all, you're meant to complement the protagonist.

It's much more satisfying to slap the rich, handsome, and successful than to trample on the short, ugly, and poor; it also makes the protagonist seem more sophisticated.

Having seen so many handsome men, honestly I'd only rate this one a 95 out of 100. You're not that narcissistic, spending over an hour looking in the mirror. Aren't you tired?

"You're not going to turn into a catgirl to warm my bed, and with the long nights making it hard to fall asleep, it's not bad to look at your own stunning beauty," Jiang Chen teased.

The little white cat was stunned.

After a two-second silence, it suddenly shouted, "Watch closely!"

Jiang Chen saw in the mirror that the little white fluffy ball kicked off its furry hind legs, rolled over with practiced ease, and covered itself with the blanket.

A silver-haired cat-eared girl curled up softly in the blanket, her deep blue eyes wide and watery as she stared at herself in the mirror. In a loli voice, she said softly, "Host, I've kept my promise."

The whole process took only a few seconds.

When Jiang Chen turned around, the cat-eared girl had already turned back into a fluffy ball, lazily stretching her paws in the blankets and saying in a cheeky tone, "The cat-eared girl has changed, it's time to warm the bed!"

"Host, you can keep looking in the mirror, I'm going to sleep now."

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Oh wow, it really can transform!

It's a pity, I couldn't see its figure because it was wrapped in a blanket. Does it have a tail?

We finally managed to catch them red-handed once, so we'll have to ask for more next time.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Jiang Chen, carrying a camera and a press pass around his neck, knocked on the door of the temporary office of the CIA's special task force handling the murders of wealthy individuals.

“Mr. Jiang, a reporter from the New Media Daily?” The staff member in charge of receiving him carefully verified his identity and led him into the office only after the routine check was completed. “Commander Owen is very busy, you need to hurry.”

The impact of this assassination attempt was very negative.

We hope to use the media to raise public awareness and alleviate panic.

This is it, please come in.

The staff member knocked on the door a few times, then pushed it open and whispered, "Sir, a reporter from the Xinmei Daily has arrived."

Only after receiving a response did he allow the reporter to enter.

“Jiang Chen?” Mayweather was clearly not well-rested, with some dark circles under her eyes. Her face was bare of makeup, but her hair was perfectly styled. Her sharp gaze swept over him before she gave him a sweet smile. “Hello, I am Mayweather Owen, in charge of investigating the assassination of Hansen Smith.”

I've seen your photography exhibition, it was fantastic!

I didn't expect you to be a reporter for *Xinmei Bao*. It's a pleasure to meet you.

This was the first time Jiang Chen had met this workaholic businesswoman. She had a hint of fatigue on her face, but it couldn't hide her beautiful features.

Blonde hair and blue eyes; a small, high, and straight nose; lips like flower petals that are sexy and charming; and dimples that add a touch of playfulness to her smile.