Essence Chapter One Assassination—Prequel to the Anomaly Four Sudden Changes

Her tone improved a bit, but she became even colder.\ “Understood, come in!” the guard said, glaring fiercely at the old man. Unexpectedly, a cold light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes. Although he did not look directly at the two guards, it was enough to frighten them so much that they didn't dare even breathe. It should be noted that these two guards, while not top-tier soldiers, were at least much stronger than ordinary police officers. Yet the thin old man could intimidate them completely with just a look; one could only wonder what kind of background he had.\ Once they were out of the guards' sight, Blunt respectfully followed behind the old man, signaling him to head to his office. The old man was not polite either; he didn't say a single word and walked on. As the old man was about to step through the office door, Blunt introduced him to the people inside: “Gentlemen, this is…”\ Before he could finish… an immense killing intent burst forth from a body, filling the entire room… Like the arrival of the Grim Reaper, a faint black aura enveloped the BOOS, forming a huge grinning skeleton… Kim was stunned for 0.2 seconds, and in an instant, everything became clear…\ …the target was not to kill the researcher; he was just a small figure used to set up a bait. The bait was the plan from two months ago, and Director Blunt was used as the hook. Now, the real target—the second-in-command of the Phoenix Warriors—Vulture, the big fish, had taken the bait.\ No need to say more, and there really was no point in saying more; an exquisitely crafted KING-007 pistol appeared out of nowhere in BOOS's hand. Kim's “Dragon Fang” pistol was 0.4 seconds slower than BOOS's. Holding the gun, there was no need to aim—the bullets flew out one after another like silver needles of death.\ …Blood splattered everywhere…\ …Ms. Blunt fell heavily to the ground, exhaling her last breath, her hair spreading out in a pool of blood.\ That was close!\ Who were those two guys? So formidable! They could hide their killing intent so perfectly, only unleashing it at the very last moment! Ever since entering the R.E.X. Research Institute, Vulture had felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. Having spent most of his life walking the fine line of assassination, even before his half foot stepped inside the room, he had made the right judgment—leaping back suddenly.But it was already too late. The reactions of those two people were even faster than he had imagined, and out of utter helplessness, he had no choice but to let Bront be the scapegoat. After all, compared to himself, Bront was just a tiny ant. How strong!\ This was the first time Kim had failed. Although he knew the reason he had never failed before was simply that his opponents weren't that strong, even the BOOS couldn't kill the Bald Eagle in a single strike when attacking proactively, which was simply unbelievable. But thinking about it, after all, the person was the second in command of the Phoenix Warriors. Considering what just happened, it was unexpected, yet made sense.\ …!\ “I……………………! This…………I!!…………! You……………………! I……………………this……………this…………you…………!!!” Kill in the wheelchair was completely stunned, staring blankly ahead, murmuring to himself. (Just to pad the word count, the plot requires it…)\ Within five seconds, the whole situation had undergone a drastic change, but BOOS's mind was incredibly clear—time was running out! They couldn't let the Bald Eagle find reinforcements!\ “Quick!” BOOS shouted, a hint of worry in his voice.\ Almost simultaneously, Kim leapt over the table, chasing in the direction the Bald Eagle was fleeing.\ Seeing Kim go far away, BOOS suddenly made a shocking move—pointing a gun at Kill's head: “Mr. Kill, who gave you that plan? Speak!”\ -----------------------------------Separator------------------------------------\ “Hey! Death Rider, what do you think—why have BOOS and that kid been in there so long and haven't come out?” Big Head lazily leaned against a rock, but his ears were keenly picking up every sound.\ “How would I know.” Dressed in a black tight suit, Death Rider had his legs stretched out on the branches of a large tree while using binoculars to watch the main entrance of R.E.X—by his words, it was a combination of work and exercise. Through the binoculars, the scene was exactly the same as the prior information—on the left, a guard post but no one was on duty; on the right, a low stone wall that looked rundown, but it was all an illusion. In fact, from 400 meters in front of the guard post all the way to the R.E.X Research Institute, it was full of Phoenix Warriors, both in plain clothes and formal uniforms, openly and secretly stationed.Behind the stone wall, there was even a hidden small base with a total of about 300 people! This clearly shows how much the Phoenix Warriors valued R.E.X.\ Suddenly, Big Head Ear Root twitched and leapt up: 'Watch out! Howitzer!'\ Before Big Head finished speaking, Death Rider had already performed a flip and landed on the ground, desperately looking for cover. Cover… cover.\ In just a fraction of a second, Big Head found a good hiding spot—a stone cave! Unfortunately, Death Rider had spotted the cave a fraction of a second earlier and was already rushing there. Big Head realized his intention, silently thinking this is bad, but couldn't stop in time, and sure enough…\ 'F*ck! Big Head, what the h*ll are you d*ing? F*cking sh*t, got squeezed to death!' (obscene words censored…)\ 'What the h*ll! You think I wanted to come here? But I had no choice! Sh*t, you f*cking got me all covered in spit.' Big Head was furious and embarrassed. Alas, it was all his fault for being too fat. Normally, the cave was big enough for two people, but adding Big Head reduced the diameter by two or three centimeters.\ Death Rider was about to speak when he suddenly felt something was wrong! This cave had a problem! The two of them exchanged a glance and were about to run out when, in an instant, a massive barrage of howitzer shells fell in front of them, instantly burying the cave entrance in incoming dirt.