Capítulo 1754: Chapter 782: Retaliation Is a Must!
He employed a special technique of naked strangulation, not only compressing the trachea but also precisely blocking the main artery supplying blood to the brain. This was not sothing that could be escaped quickly, especially for a pampered middle-aged woman.
The Commandery Princess’s struggle quickly weakened, her complexion turning from red to purple, her eyes rolling back, and her fingers grasping the opponent’s arm gradually loosening and dropping limply.
The last thing she saw was her own face in the mirror, distorted by extre fear and suffocation, and the cold, blurry figure behind her.
The whole process took no more than twenty-five seconds.
The killer felt the body in his arms completely go limp, the heartbeat and pulse ceased.
He gently placed the now limp body of the Commandery Princess on the thick carpet, his movents carrying an eerie “gentleness,” as if afraid to disturb the deceased.
He did not leave imdiately but quickly took a small bottle from the toolkit, which contained so sort of colorless and transparent gelatinous substance.
He squatted down, dipped his finger into a bit of it, and quickly drew a pattern on the Commandery Princess’s forehead, which had already lost the luster of life, a very simple but distinctively featured abstract snake head symbol, with the tongue slightly protruding.
Out in the field, if you don’t leave sothing behind, wouldn’t it be a waste to kill?
After completing all this, he stood up, listened closely for any movent outside the door.
He retreated silently to the cleaning cupboard door he had entered, locking it from inside, and then quickly disappeared through the ventilation duct and a complex path of logistics area.
A few minutes later, the bodyguard felt it had been too long and, out of duty, gently knocked on the door, “Lady? Are you alright?”
Inside, there was no response.
The bodyguard’s heart tightened, knocked again, raising his voice, “Lady Alexandra?”
Still silence.
Without further hesitation, the bodyguard forcefully pushed the door open—what he saw made his blood almost freeze, the noble Commandery Princess, with clothes slightly in disarray, lying directly on the carpet, complexion bluish-purple, eyes wide open but lifeless, with an eerie snake-shaped symbol in the center of her forehead reflecting faintly under the light.
“God… No!!!” The bodyguard’s scream echoed through the corridor of the Royal Box.
That night, London shook again!
The Director of MI6 was killed by a car bomb, and that was already a major case. Just three days later, a royal Commandery Princess was mysteriously strangled in the heavily guarded dressing room of the Royal Opera House, with a provocative mark left on her forehead?
This was no longer a terrorist attack; it was a loud slap in the face for the United Kingdom, a blatant mockery of its intelligence capabilities and security system, and an extre disdain for the Royal Family’s dignity.
The dia went completely frantic, and various speculations flew around.
The officials were overwheld, under imnse pressure.
The atmosphere at 10 Downing Street plunged to freezing point.
The Pri Minister knew that so gas had been played too far. The opponent was not a soft pushover that would only protest; they would really bite, and with one bite, draw blood, aiming precisely at the most painful spots.
“Who can tell what I should do now?” He snapped at his advisors.
A group of n looked at each other, and finally, a consultant standing aside quietly said, “It must be the xicans who did this. They’re not civilized at all!”
“So if I attack them, they can attack us? F***, these people lack respect for civilized countries.”
“We are the Sun Never Sets, we are the pioneers of modern civilization, Victor…”
The Pri Minister looked at him with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if seeing soone trying to infuriate him.
NMBD, if I’m ever made to work with such people again, let in my next life…
Be a dog!
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