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  Fang Lin thought for a moment, carefully avoiding the bloodstains, and quietly climbed up to the rooftop to look down. The entire huge sales floor was littered with human remains scattered all over the place. The scene was something that could only be seen in a terrifying nightmare. He had been gone for just a few short minutes, and this place, which was originally a heavily guarded gun store, had turned into an abattoir of flesh and blood!

  He pressed his ear against the aluminum roof, listening carefully to the sounds inside, holding his breath, waiting for a moment, confirming that there was no one alive inside, and then flipped over like a cat.

  Fang Lin knew he had absolutely no time to waste and had to leave before the Black Hand Party reinforcements arrived. The air was filled with a thick, bloody smell. The steel-reinforced glass of the gun store owner's protective shield was shattered, revealing a human-shaped hole. The fat boss's body remained in place, his head seemingly ripped off alive, along with his pale spine stained with blood, carelessly discarded to one side. Only his wide-open eyes, which had lost their luster, told the story of his final moment of shock and disbelief before death.

  Fang Lin saw the skull and suddenly felt a strange illusion in his heart, as if something crucial had flashed through his mind: everyone in the supermarket was dead without a corpse, completely mixed into a blurred mess of flesh and blood, why was this old boss the only exception?

  His gaze lingered on the cash register at the entrance, and the position of this table was slightly deviated from Fang Lin's memory, with a deviation of only two or three centimeters. If it weren't for someone who is particularly meticulous, they would not have noticed this abnormality. Fang Lin quietly walked to the side of the cash register, carefully considered for a moment, and gently stroked under the table. Suddenly, his face showed joy, and he quickly pulled the old man's head over with three steps in two steps, aligning his eyes with a small hole on the inside of the counter.

  Suddenly, the cash register emitted a "humming" sound and began to move to the left. Apparently it was a very advanced iris lock, revealing an exquisitely decorated box inside. There were three compartments, two of which were empty, with their contents already taken away by someone. In the remaining compartment, there were two pairs of glasses that looked quite ordinary.

  At this time, a coin "clanged" and fell down. It had been deformed by being pinched. This coin, which had inadvertently fallen and stuck in the gap during the rush, caused the hidden mechanism to reveal a flaw of about two centimeters, allowing Fang Lin to see the key. He didn't have time to think carefully, and he reached out to pick up the two pairs of glasses, emptied the pockets on Boss Pao's corpse, and hastily climbed onto the roof to escape.

  Just as Fang Lin turned the corner, he saw dozens of black vans speeding towards him, stopping in the square in front of the supermarket. The screeching sound of brakes had not yet faded when a large group of thugs in blue and red clothes, along with dozens of fat men, jumped out of the cars. Among them was a man wearing blue clothes, sporting a hippie hairstyle, and carrying a sharp dagger at his waist.

  Fang Lin's pupils contracted, and the sharp knife faintly emitted a red glow, apparently it was one of the ten high-quality flying knives required by the task!

  He casually strolled past the people's line of sight, turned a corner, walked several kilometers, and entered a coffee shop that was still open for business. He chose a seat in a corner by the wall, made some simple adjustments to his appearance, and didn't draw anyone's attention. The boss eyed this seemingly honest stranger warily, but ultimately decided he didn't look like someone who would dine and dash, so he maintained a cold politeness and asked what food he wanted.

  Fang Lin's continuous high-speed run can be said to have mobilized a large amount of reserve resources in the body, so his stomach was really hungry. He ordered a cup of hot cocoa, two smoked salmon fillets, and ten fried doughnuts.

  The boss quickly brought the things up, and the temperature of the cocoa was just right. Drinking it felt very thick and warm, while the fried doughnuts were crispy and fragrant. Fang Lin looked at the customers eating beside him, and also learned to spread butter on top, slowly chewing with smoked salmon, but found that there was another kind of sweet and savory flavor.

  At this time, with the police maintaining order, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, and the surrounding shops gradually opened their doors. After eating two salmon fillets, Fang Lin still felt unsatisfied and ordered a sandwich, took two newspapers, leaned back in his chair, and slowly ate while reading. In this coffee shop, people like him who came to kill time were too common and wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

  Fang Lin took advantage of the opportunity to use the newspaper to cover himself and began to sort out the spoils of war. First, he examined a pair of glasses that looked extremely ordinary. He studied them for a while and found that they were slightly heavier than usual, but otherwise, there was nothing special about them except for the lenses which had a faint green tint - this could also be explained by the trendy style at the time. Fang Lin hesitated for a moment before finally putting on the glasses. As soon as he did, the dream record prompt quickly appeared:

  "Obtained scene prop: Life Detector x1."

  "Life Detector (Initial): Special equipment that can obtain basic information about the target object. Cannot be taken out of this world, usage time limit: 4 hours, cannot be used to exchange points."

  Underneath it is also engraved with a row of small characters:

  "It's easy to see a person's surface, and it's not too hard to see his essence - C.S.F."

  After Fang Lin put on his glasses and turned around, he felt a dizziness in his mind, and his spiritual power flew away quickly. However, the names of everyone in the coffee shop appeared above their heads. The name of the person at the next table was displayed in red! He took a closer look and immediately became vigilant. This person's information was: Jack, an outer member of the Black Hand Party! However, Fang Lin's intention to kill him flashed by instantly. Killing this person might not be difficult, but the subsequent pursuit would be hard to avoid! Before making a careful plan, it's better to keep a low profile for now!

  He began to sort out the items looted from the gun store owner, a bulging wallet, three credit cards and a set of keys. Fang Lin didn't think twice about the credit cards and keys, filtering them out directly. Inside the wallet, apart from cash, there were also several business cards. Fang Lin calmly took them out one by one to flip through, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he stood up to go settle the bill at the counter.

  The bill was twenty-seven dollars, and Fang Lin generously paid forty dollars. The tip was quite generous, and the boss immediately looked at him with a different attitude, and his attitude improved a lot. Fang Lin took the opportunity to make a request:

  "The weather is getting worse and worse, I recently got pneumonia and haven't recovered yet. Can I borrow an old overcoat from you to wear for now? I'll return it when I come over for dinner tonight."

  The boss generously handed over an old coat from the clothes rack next to him, and his mental arithmetic was also very precise. The tip given by this customer was as much as thirteen US dollars, which was enough to buy this coat, let alone that he would still come to consume when he wore the coat. Such a generous customer naturally wanted to retain a high return rate.

  Fang Lin changed some small bills, wrapped the old coat tightly around his body, and put on a hat. His image changed instantly. He walked to the public phone booth outside, took out a business card stained with blood from the dead man's body, and started dialing the number on it.

  "Hello, is this 57 Ted Road? This is... (Fang Lin looked up at the sign of the coffee shop next to him) Rafael Fast Food Store. Do you want butter on your pizza?"

  A faint reply came over the phone:

  "Mistake."

  Fang Lin smiled slightly and paused for a few minutes before continuing to dial this number, repeating the words above once again.

  The answer on the phone was already quite impatient.

  "Wrong number!"

  After several minutes, Fang Lin dialed the phone for the third time.

  The person who answered the phone started yelling:

  "This is Wentel Road 27! Kid, if you get it wrong again, don't even think about opening the store anymore!"

  Fang Lin smiled slightly and ordered a taxi, instructing the driver:

  "Went to Wenhua Road No. 27."

  A taxi sped away, and a folded blood-stained business card flew out of the window, fluttering in the air twice before landing on the road. The content on the card was:

  "Ravenston Firearms Company Salesman: Jan Rain Office Phone: xxxxxxx Business Scope: Mainly acting as agent for sales of various firearms and hunting tools."

  This business card was probably because he operated sensitive military supplies, and it was rare that there was no contact address. However, Fang Lin slightly tricked him into revealing the location.

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