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[Realism] [High-IQ Crime]
[Peak Mental Duel]
[No Female Lead] [Logic Enthusiast]
 
The police received a call. A person who claimed to be the Ghost said that he was going to kill someone in three days. What's more, the other party hoped that the police could immediately dispatch officers to protect this person, and he intended to complete the hunt under the police's tight protection.
 
In response to this, the police attached great importance to it and made thorough arrangements. When the three-day period arrived, the result was beyond everyone's belief. The target was dead!
 
However, this was just the beginning.
 
The Ghost's goal was to complete 99 perfect crimes and kill 99 enemies.
 
Thus, one perfect crime after another occurred, and the biggest serial murder case in history came into being!

The Ghost in the Dark Night: The Ultimate Revenge Strategy

The Scotland Yard team was at a loss. The heavily edited photo of Harley Quinn was impossible to identify, and their proposed solution—releasing the photo to the public—was vetoed by their superiors due to the potential fallout. James Morrison, desperate to save the target, argued fiercely with Sebastian Gray, but the risks were too great.

Victor Black, meanwhile, had already anticipated every move. He knew that even if the police released the photo, Harley wouldn't see it in time. She spent her days sleeping and her nights streaming or watching dramas, oblivious to official news.

At 9 p.m., Victor sent Harley a message: "Honey, I ordered you some takeout. It's your favorite salmon, and there are also some desserts."

Harley replied with feigned annoyance: "Didn't I tell you I'd cook for myself? Don't order again next time."

Victor smirked. "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

With that, he picked up a takeout order and left the abandoned industrial area.

Alva, a 23-year-old deliveryman, had been enjoying his new life in London. Back in his small hometown, life had been dull and monotonous. But here, he found purpose and even occasional kindness from strangers.

That night, he received two orders. The first was for a supermarket, and the second was for a woman named Harley Quinn.

At the supermarket, he left the takeout outside, as instructed. The security guard was puzzled, but Alva didn't linger. He hurried to his next destination—a gated community where Harley lived.

The security guard refused to let him in, so Alva called Harley. "Miss Harley, I've left your takeout in the security room. Please come down and pick it up."

Harley's response was curt: "Got it."

Unfazed, Alva left. He was used to rude customers.

Harley was no fool. She had given Victor a fake address—correct community name and phone number, but false building and unit details. She knew the takeout couldn't be delivered directly to her door, and she wasn't worried about being exposed.

After picking up the takeout, she returned home, satisfied with the meal. She sent Victor a message: "Brother George, I received the takeout. It's very delicious. Thank you. You're so kind."

But as she took her first bite, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She screamed and collapsed to the floor.

Chapter 25: Hunting Time