Chapter 150: Digging One's Own Grave

Inside the abandoned building, the assassin sitting by the computer widened his eyes, pinching himself as if he were seeing things.

"I didn't see it wrong, the branches at the entrance just swayed inexplicably." The assassin was full of doubt.

For thoroughness, a small surveillance camera was installed on the small tree at the entrance, though there were no cameras inside the building. With patrolling assassins, why bother installing those devices? It would be redundant.

In the eyes of the assassins, it was impossible to fail. How could their meticulously set up assassination be seen through?

The assassin watched the swaying branches on the screen three times in a row, his forehead tightly furrowed.

"What's going on?" The chubby man noticed the assassin's anomaly and asked impatiently.

The assassin hurriedly said, "There's a strange thing, I'm not sure if I should say it."

"For goodness' sake, just say it, don't stammer." The chubby man was irritable, wearing a stern face.