The assassinations stopped.

To be precise, it was General Woodick and the others who gave up on the assassination.

No one spoke in the small dark room. Woodick, Chris Vargil, Jackson and Caroline were all in a dead silence, and this situation had lasted for more than an hour.

"Speak, what should we do now?"

It was Chris Vargil who finally broke the silence.

"There is no way... there is no way... there is no way." General Woodick muttered to himself as his face turned ashen.

"Really..." Chris Vargil's eyes flickered, "In that case, let's just wait and catch him. I still have something to deal with, so I'll leave first."

"Hmm? What do you have to deal with? Shouldn't we continue to discuss how to deal with it now?"

Chris Vagil looked serious: "There is no point in discussing these. Besides, if the black soldier organization discovers that we are secretly gathering here, and one of us is arrested, everyone will suffer. It would be easier to deal with it separately."

Be more relaxed. I have another proposal - suppose, I mean suppose! Suppose one of us is caught, then don't tell the others!"

Jackson was at a loss for words at this time. He nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "You are right! But the black soldier organization has a lot of means to interrogate us. Can we really hold on?"

Chris Vagil stepped forward and patted Jackson on the shoulder: "Jackson, do you want me to confess to you after I am caught? If not, try to abide by this agreement. It will be good for everyone."

Jackson wanted to say something else, but Krisvagil then added with a wry smile: "Of course, if you really can't hold on, then just be honest, I don't have much confidence in my willpower."

Jackson also heard the desperation in Chris Vargil's words.

Chris Vagil turned around and looked at his three colleagues who were still slumped in their seats: "I have to go back to deal with the funeral affairs. I also have to explain to my wife and son that they are all innocent and unknowing people."

Or, if I just explain the funeral arrangements, the black soldier organization will not make things difficult for them."

After saying that, Chris smiled miserably, then turned around and walked out of the room.

But the moment he closed the door, his miserable expression instantly turned cold.

"Haha, you idiots! Just be my scapegoat!"

In fact, he had already considered the future discovered by the Black Soldier Organization long before he studied the bugs.

He prides himself on being quite clever, so how could he not be on guard?

There is a detailed "criminal investigation report" forged by him in his home!

The contents of that criminal investigation report were all forged materials that he had carefully prepared and considered. It recorded in detail that "he", as an upright bystander, discovered that Woodick, Jackson, and Caroline were behaving strangely.

So out of an inner sense of justice, he began to investigate the abnormal behavior of these three people, and finally discovered that they were studying the truth about the insect-men.

During this period, his investigation process was full of dangers and various plots had ups and downs. In the end, in order to expose their behavior and collect more evidence, he compromised with them at their invitation and became the director of the Bug Research Institute.

Just like keeping a diary, he insisted on writing a carefully forged and polished diary every day, and created a separate notebook to record his investigative actions.

Anyone who reads his diary and the investigative report that has been carefully polished will probably think that he is on the righteous side and is just temporarily lurking around evil people like them.

And in order to increase the authenticity of the investigation report, he also chose the method of nine truths and one falsehood, slightly modifying most of the details and recording them all. The entire report looks extremely authentic!

It can be said that there is absolutely no logical error in that investigation report!

Now that their affairs have come to light, it would be great if Woodick and the others could kill Max, but these wastes are of no use at all. Several waves of assassinations sent out in succession ended in failure, and even the last wave was caught alive.

Jackson was even more of a waste among wastes. Apart from trembling and fearing throughout the whole process, he didn't make any useful suggestions at all. Caroline usually screamed happily, but she always looked like she was alone in the world.

My teeth were itching, but in the end it was of no use. What a waste!

Chris Vagil felt that if he stayed with trash like them any longer, he might be dead.

That's why he hurriedly chose to leave, just to give them the last wave of backstabs!

He wanted to find the investigation report from home, and then write down everything that happened today. Of course, he had to modify his positioning in it, and he wanted to package himself as an innocent person who was being coerced.

After writing it, you can give this evidence to the black soldier.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that these losers would cause something bad again.

He had just told the others that they had agreed not to confess anyone else if they were caught, but in fact, he had no expectations of these guys at all. If they were caught, they would probably be raped before they could be tortured to extract a confession.

But so what?

He has a carefully prepared criminal investigation report in his hand, which is enough to save his life!

Chris Vagil gradually moved away with a hopeful heart.

But what he didn't know was that the three people in the small dark room who had looked miserable before and seemed too frightened to leave their seats had regained their emotional stability and strangely showed each other forced smiles. They were not at all as desperate as before.

appearance.

Jackson and Caroline looked at General Woodick.

"Are you sure you have given your instructions to the dead soldiers?"

"Don't worry, the dead soldiers will not accuse us, they will only identify Chris Vagil. As for you two, you are very safe!"

"Huh!" Jackson and Caroline both let out a long breath.

"That's fine...but isn't it a bit rough to do so? Will the Black Soldiers Organization really agree with this truth?"

"Haha, rough?" General Woodick sneered, "Do you think I just ordered the dead soldiers?"

Jackson and Caroline were stunned: "Isn't it?"

"No, I have actually anticipated this situation from the beginning of my research on bugmen, so I made preparations early! When I first started cultivating dead soldiers, I divided my dead soldiers into two groups! One of the waves

They are my people, that is, the first two groups of dead soldiers, but the third and fourth waves of dead soldiers. From the beginning of training them, I instilled in them the concept of being led by Chris Vajir. They still believed that until their death

Their owner is Chris Vagil!”

Jackson and Caroline gasped!

This is too cruel. General Woodick had already prepared frame-up methods before the incident happened, and he was extremely clever! If they were targeted by Woodick as scapegoats...

They shuddered.

Caroline quickly recovered from the shock and tried to think calmly, then she asked a question.

"What about us? Since you created a death trap for Chris Vargil, what about us? I don't believe you won't use the same method to deal with us!"

Woodick's fat face smiled slightly, and the fat on his face trembled, looking extremely terrifying.

"...You know. Once we are caught, you have to cooperate with me, you know? The scapegoat now is Chris Wajir. Don't force me to slander you as the scapegoat!"
Chapter completed!