At the gate of the factory, He Ao, who was wearing work clothes, glanced back at the direction of the archives room, carried the thick instruction manual, and walked out of the factory with the crowd of people after get off work.

The work clothes he is wearing belong to the thin man who operates the robotic arm. His body shape is taller and thinner than He Ao, and his overall body shape is similar to that of He Ao.

He Ao asked him to change clothes with him, and then asked him to smash the door of the archives room with a stone if he heard any noise.

As for the one-way footprints leading to the archives, just walk backwards.

After leaving the factory, the crowd began to disperse in all directions.

Some people wearing security uniforms but with fierce eyes were standing around the gate at some point, watching everyone who passed by with vigilance.

He Ao stepped into the blind spot of their sight, mixed in the crowd, and quickly left the factory gate.

After walking not far, he turned sideways and entered the alley between the buildings opposite the factory.

Just a few steps into the alley, he heard painful screams coming from in front of him.

"I really don't know. I really bought these clothes. Please let me go,"

He Ao leaned against the wall, his whole body blending into the shadow of the silent night, and moved step by step towards the source of the sound.

Not far in front of He Ao, a thin man wearing his jacket was being picked up by his collar by a strong man who looked like a security guard.

The man's face was slightly red and swollen, it was obvious that he had just been beaten.

The security guard looked at the man's refusal to admit it, picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest, and pressed the call button.

"Boss, I caught a person wearing the same clothes as the target, but he is not the target. What should I do?"

"killed."

The reply on the intercom was calm and concise.

"I...don't kill me..."

The thin man also heard the words on the intercom, and he yelled.

However, it was too late now.

The security guard threw him to the ground, then took out a pistol from his arms and loaded the gun with his hands crossed.

Then he pointed the gun at the man's head.

"I···"

The man was trembling and just about to speak, but suddenly noticed the security guard behind him and was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the security guard also reacted. He immediately exerted force on his waist and elbow, made a circle with his arm in mid-air, pointed the gun behind him, and then pulled the trigger with his index finger.

boom--

The moment the gunshot rang out, bright red blood bloomed like a rose blooming in the night, splattering the thin man's face.

He Ao slowly pulled out the dagger from the security guard's neck. The silver blade reflected the cold moonlight and shone on the skinny man's blood-spattered cheek.

puff--

The body of the security guard with wide-eyed eyes fell forward and fell to the ground with a muffled sound. The walkie-talkie on his chest fell out, rolled to his side, and fell into a pool of blood.

He Ao pointed the tip of the sword downward, letting the bright red blood flow slowly along the silver sword body.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

Blood dripped on the cement floor and on the heart of the thin man.

He raised his head with trembling fear and looked at He Ao.

At this time, a rustling noise came from the walkie-talkie that fell on the ground, and then a man's cold voice,

"Come back first after handling it."

He Ao slowly bent down, picked up the walkie-talkie from the pool of blood, pressed the communication button, and said softly,

"Good evening."
Chapter completed!