Since Zhou Shanhe became Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Shanhe, who has been prophets for nearly forty years, has a condescending mentality no matter who faces anyone.

He can still maintain respect for people with professional skills in the industry or a good reputation in society, but not many such people are.

Especially now, his ability is digitized and has abilities that are far beyond ordinary people. In comparison of this ability, even fewer people deserve his respect.

Even if there are, they are more of their compatriots of the same skin color as him, rather than aliens.

He is not an extreme nationalist, but he knows more clearly that racism has been the main source of social unrest in the coming decades.

This is not real time and space. If he cannot toss as he wants, then what is the meaning of this life to him who is no longer an ordinary person?

Therefore, facing these black hands reaching towards him, he would rather fight back directly than bear it silently.

As long as, no evidence is left.

In the darkness, Zhao Shanhe pulled down his hood and only exposed his eyes and nostrils.

In his hands, two live ammunitions appeared in Bereta, and then, he built a three-dimensional model of the surrounding environment.

As long as it is a vision that can be seen by both eyes, everything is digitized.

The distance between houses, the size between objects, the gap between each brick, the wind blowing through the breeze, and even a crawling snail on the ground.

Nineteen people, including their possible routes, have specific locations in Zhao Shanhe's head.

Everything was ready, and Zhao Shanhe flashed out of the darkness.

Without any hesitation, the four drivers who stayed outside became the first target of Zhao Shanhe's attack.

They sat on a leisure chair at the entrance of the villa, and on the small table in the middle, some drinks and snacks were also placed.

In Arlington, where security is good, every household has no walls, and all buildings only allow half a meter-high wooden fences.

Zhao Shanhe came out from behind the big tree by the road, his figure moved forward quickly, and raised the gun in his hand.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Four gunshots left a crater in the middle of each of them's heads. All of this was so unexpected that even though they had been trained for a long time, they would not be able to react within two seconds.

In less than three seconds, Zhao Shanhe not only solved them, but also came to the door of the villa.

He pushed open the door of the villa like he was going home, staring at him with his eyes. As soon as he opened the door, he scanned everything inside the house and then modeled it with a biological computer in his mind.

The villa is not big and in the transparent living room, one of eleven people was preparing to pour water in front of the tea bar, eight were sitting in the living room, and two were guarding the door.

The remaining four people, two upstairs, and two in the backyard.

The people guarding the door moved the fastest. The moment Zhao Shanhe pushed open the door, they had already reached their hands to their waists.

Unfortunately, Zhao Shanhe's movements were faster. Within two meters, Zhao Shanhe's muzzle was aimed at a panicked face, "Bang..."

The muzzle swayed slightly, and another driver who was sitting on the chair and was about to get up was shot by Zhao Shanhe again "bang...".

Both of them were half-loaded, but Zhao Shanhe shot two shots to lift the skull and sat back.

This time, they will never think about relying on themselves for the rest of their lives.

The entourage who poured water squatted down and hid behind the bar. Zhao Shanhe's main target was not him, so he let him go for the time being.

In the living room, eight old guys, who were almost all over fifty, were panicked, but they still instinctively ran for their lives.

Their movements are different, and the only similarity is that they want to escape from Zhao Shanhe's muzzle.

However, they were too old and moved too slowly, while Zhao Shanhe's movements were unexpectedly fast.

A dense sound of gunfire sounded, and Zhao Shanhe shot, but his feet continued to walk towards the back door between the living room and the bar counter.

The two bodyguards in the backyard heard the gunshots in the front yard and drew their guns and prepared to enter the house. However, they did not expect that Zhao Shanhe was moving too fast. When they entered the house, Zhao Shanhe was already inside.

The biological computer accurately calculated all their movement changes within one second. Before the bodyguard entering the room could see Zhao Shanhe clearly, a bullet was shot into his eyes.

The people behind wanted to hide, but Zhao Shanhe calculated his movements and a bullet with prediction was shot into his left eye when he was short.

Zhao Shanhe turned to the living room on the left. Candy looked at Zhao Shanhe who was breaking into the house in panic, his legs trembling so hard that he couldn't stand firmly.

"Don't kill me, you can say anything..."

"Bang, bang..."

Without a word, Zhao Shanhe fired twice and took away the life of him and an old man beside him.

Zhao Shanhe then looked at a woman hiding behind the bar on the right. She should be the assistant or lover of a big shot. Her originally dignified and beautiful face seemed a little distorted because of her fear, which greatly reduced her temperament.

She nestled behind the bar and tore open the collar of her shirt with both hands. "Don't kill me..."

Still nothing said. "Bang..."

Seventeen people, no more than thirty seconds before and after, will be solved.

Zhao Shanhe looked back at the direction upstairs, listened carefully, and then a grenade appeared in his hand, and he pulled the safety tip away and threw it gently.

The grenade flew from the high living room to the platform on the second floor with a graceful parabola. Zhao Shanhe's body swayed slightly backwards, and a loud bang came, and dust in the house was everywhere.

The empty Boreta was stuffed into the space, Zhao Shanhe only left a Boreta, and then began to inspect the scene.

There was only one person downstairs who had a breath. Maybe his skull was harder and the bullet did not lift his skull, which made him have a breath.

Zhao Shanhe walked to him and shot him, relieved his pain.

Then, Zhao Shanhe turned around and walked upstairs along the stairs where the dust had not yet scattered.

Modern grenades have slightly poor oscillation, but their physical damage is still very strong.

The two people upstairs were killed by shrapnel, while the other was injured in multiple parts of their bodies and then fell into a coma.

Zhao Shanhe shot another shot in the head, confirming that all nineteen people died.

No one else saw his whereabouts except them.

However, if you go out after a while, you will definitely attract the attention of the residents of the surrounding villas.

But this is not a problem for Zhao Shanhe.

Less than a minute before and after, even if someone called the police, the police would not come so quickly.

What's more, so far, only a family around has picked up the phone and called the police, and the situation has not been explained clearly yet.

Zhao Shanhe looked around, turned around and walked towards the door, looked at the fabric sofa and wooden wine cabinet in the living room. He added a fire bomb in his hand, and then pulled it and threw it on the sofa.

There is no need to see the results. Before the police come, the fire can definitely burn everything. If the fire is put out, it will destroy the evidence at the scene. If you don’t rescue it, the traces will also burn.

The traces he left at the scene were mainly some footprints, which were destined to be unable to be kept.

When he walked to the door of the villa, he first shot at a window opposite.

A teenager saw only a black shadow coming out. Before he could see clearly, the gunshots broke the window glass beside him, and he was so scared that he squatted down.

Zhao Shanhe fired another shot, but this shot was not at him, but at a villa where he fled.

That family was also a family that called the police. The male owner was very brave and dared to run to the car at the door to look around.

Zhao Shanhe's shot hit his car, and he was so scared that he rolled and crawled into the house.

At this time, Zhao Shanhe calmly walked towards the street under the shadow of the tree, with a slightly shorter body and running fast with his legs.

After running less than a hundred meters, Zhao Shanhe was not worried at all, because the light here was not good. There was only a dim street light at fifty meters away, and the big trees almost blocked the light of the street light.

Zhao Shanhe moved quickly and took less than thirty seconds to return to his parking space.

He started the car and drove away from the scene at a rapid speed.

In the car, he reviewed the actions tonight and gave himself a score of 99 points. He gave one less because he was afraid that he would be proud.

From action to leaving, the whole process was killed in less than two minutes, and he did not leave much traces on the scene.

As for the shell and ballistics, this is inevitable. However, it is almost impossible to find two unregistered Beretas by relying on the ballistics and shells.

They can find Xiangjiang at most because these two guns are also the guns that kill Bean and the others.

This is a clue that Zhao Shanhe deliberately left, to let everyone know that this is revenge from Xiangjiang.

As long as you dare to take action against Zhao Shanhe, no matter where you are, you cannot guarantee safety.

They could find Xiangjiang, but they could never find Zhao Shanhe's body, nor could they find these two guns.

The gun is in the space, and Zhao Shanhe is still under their surveillance!

There is no evidence, let alone direct evidence, and no one can directly attack a billionaire.

Even if it is the CIA, Zhao Shanhe can sue them for bankruptcy.

So, the most important thing now is to return to your villa before everyone can react.

Because those who monitor themselves will also make evidence that they are not present.

The green lights were all the way, and the wind lit up. This time, it took only seven minutes to drive Zhao Shanhe to the entrance of the alley next to the King Street Railway Station of Alexandria.

This place belongs to the central area, 750 meters away from his villa, which is actually a street, but his villa enters on the road on King Street.

Zhao Shanhe put away the pulse amplifier, then used his gloved hand to clean up the traces inside the car and pushed open the door.

This time he did not close the door, and even opened the back door.

A car with open doors has the keys in the car. If it is still there in two hours, it will only turn out to be a ghost.
To be continued...