Chapter 334 Are you the devil?

Chapter 334 Are you the devil?

Germany, a border town on the Rhine River.

With both modern infrastructure and classical architectural style, the town has thousands of people. It is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. You can see green flowers and trees everywhere. It is quiet and pleasant, and you can escape the world and live alone.

The town has a small population, but it has a very famous art museum, which covers a huge area and is heavily guarded. It has a collection of many precious paintings and sculptures. Visitors need to make an appointment in advance and obtain qualifications to enter the exhibition hall.

It is said that this art gallery was built by dozens of private collectors, and all the collections inside belong to them. Sometimes they invite their friends to visit.

Although the art museum cannot bring tourism benefits to the town, it has also set off an art trend here, making many residents of the town fall in love with painting.

At night, the art gallery is brightly lit, and occasionally a luxury car drives in.

Outside the museum, the number of bodyguards increased sharply, with one post every ten steps and one sentry every five steps.

In the museum, an exhibition hall was vacated and temporarily transformed into a self-service banquet hall. Gentlemen and ladies toasted and exchanged chopsticks. The average person was worth a lot of money. The harmonious atmosphere was no different from an ordinary upper-class dinner party.

Only those who know will know that the guests in the art gallery are all members of the Syndicate, and they have gathered together for the Aphrodite sculpture tonight.

Just yesterday, the sculpture of Aphrodite, which had been missing for many years, was returned to the Acropolis of Athens. The identity of the returner is unknown. It is only said that the sculpture was seriously damaged and there were obvious signs of repairs.

"Have you received any information and know who did it?"

"Not sure."

"Could it be Mikael Heinz? That bastard didn't want to continue his escape and sent the sculpture to the Acropolis, forcing us to give up on him."

"Impossible, Mikael is not that naive. The organization is hunting him not only for the sculpture of Aphrodite, but also because his identity as a traitor cannot be tolerated. Even if he returns the sculpture, he will still die."

"Yes, I don't think it's Mikael. He knows the bomb code and there's no way he could have damaged the sculpture during salvage."

"..."

There are many similar discussions in the exhibition hall. It is not a secret that Heinz hid the sculpture in the depths of the neon sea. Many members of the syndicate know about it and have sent people to try to salvage it.

Due to intermittent water flow and bombs, forced salvage would only destroy the sculpture, and because they sent people into the water many times, it sank eight times out of ten. The Syndicate knew that the sculpture was in the neon sea, but they never dared to rashly do so. action.

Only Heinz knew the bomb code, and only he knew how to salvage the sculpture. The sculpture that was recovered now was seriously damaged, and it was obviously not Heinz's fault.

"Who else could it be if he wasn't him?"

"Cranaf Heinz, this family is a traitor. His younger brother betrayed the organization, and his older brother is not a good person either. He gained today's fame, wealth, and power through the organization, and then turned around and left the organization. He should be punished !”

"I heard that Cranaf hid in Neon and lived a life of seclusion. He did not betray the organization, he just stopped interacting with the outside world and concentrated on studying painting."

"It's a joke. An impostor thief has no talent. Let alone becoming the best painter in the world, he is not even a third-rate artist!"

…

Outside the art museum, a classic car slowly drove in, with Liao Wenjie and Heinz sitting in the back seat, both of whom had masks on their faces.

Heinz looked out the window and said anxiously: "Jie, where are the members of your organization, have they already sneaked in?"

Just on the path from the gate to the garden to the exhibition hall, Heinz saw hundreds of bodyguards. With Liao Wenjie's ability, he was not afraid of these people, but he was different. He was disgusted to death when every one of them spat. .

"Don't worry, half of the people inside are undercover agents of our organization. Now they have taken control of the overall situation. If you go in and show your face, you can retire in the sun."

"real?"

"As you said, what's the relationship between me and Sister Lei? Can I still lie to you?"

"..."

Hard to say!

Heinz smiled bitterly. There was no difference between other sons-in-law and father-in-law. It was not possible for him and Liao Wenjie. Liao Wenjie had never concealed his dislike for him since they met.

Heinz understood the reason. There was no way to clean up his abandonment of his wife and daughter. He wanted to ease the relationship between the two, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The car stopped in front of the exhibition hall. Liao Wenjie straightened the tie around his neck: "How is it? I look okay?"

"To be honest, your mask is very..."

Heinz was at a loss for words and didn't know how to express himself in an implicit yet euphemistic way so that Liao Wenjie could understand that he looked very much like the villain who appeared at the end of the banquet in the movie.

"That's okay."

Liao Wenjie pushed open the door and got out of the car, striding towards the main entrance of the exhibition hall. Seeing this, Heinz hurriedly followed.

At the door, the member of the organization responsible for security frowned and raised his hand to stop the two men: "Two gentlemen, please take off your masks. For safety reasons, I want to verify your identities."

"No way. I heard that tonight is a masquerade, so I dressed up like this."

"There is no dance, your news is..."

Just as this member of the organization was about to explain something, his eyes met the flash of red light in Liao Wenjie's eyes, and he immediately froze on the spot, his eyes demented and fell into an illusion, and there was no movement like a wooden pile.

Avoiding the blockers, Liao Wenjie led Heinz into the hall. When passing by the dining table, he picked up a glass of wine.

"You two, who are you?"

During the formal banquet, two strange men wearing masks suddenly walked in, but no one knew them yet. Members of the surrounding syndicate organizations were whispering to each other, and one of them stood up and asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's him who matters."

Liao Wenjie patted Heinz on the shoulder and led him towards the small podium in front of the hall. Next to him, several waiters put down their plates and surrounded the two of them.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to tonight's banquet. As the sponsor, I am very honored. After the banquet, I will give you a one-way ticket to hell."

Liao Wenjie stood in front of the microphone. When he saw several waiters approaching, he raised his hand and took out the Beretta pistol from his arms. Without looking, he fired at the ceiling.

Bang!

After the gunshot, the hall became eerily quiet for an instant.

The waiters stopped approaching with nervous expressions, fearing that Liao Wenjie would shoot again. The faces of the upper-class elites changed slightly, and soon returned to normal. Several of them gestured to the waiters to step back so as not to anger the gunman. Neuropathy.

Outside the exhibition hall, hundreds of bodyguards were shocked by the sound of gunfire. Half of them stayed at their posts, and the remaining half hid outside the doors and windows.

"Don't be nervous, no one who deserves to die can't escape, and no one who doesn't deserve to die can't get a hair hurt, so don't engage in meaningless resistance to avoid increasing the death toll."

After Liao Wenjie finished speaking, he pulled Heinz next to him and asked him to take off his mask.

Seeing Heinz's face clearly under the mask, several exclamations suddenly sounded in the hall, the crowd whispered, and someone asked loudly: "Cranav, you traitor actually has the guts to come back and tell us, did you destroy Alfred?" A sculpture of Rodite?”

"Wait, he doesn't seem to be Cranav..."

"Damn it, that's Mikael Heinz, Cranav's brother!"

"What?"

"Mikael Heinz, the criminal who stole Aphrodite, don't think it's safe to return the sculpture to the Acropolis. You have to pay the price for your betrayal!"

"That's right, this gunman can't save you, tonight is the day you die!"

Bang!

There was another gunshot, and when the hall became quiet, Liao Wenjie said slowly: "Everyone, my boss admires Mikael Heinz's artistic talents and plans to recruit him as a personal painter. I learned that he and the Syndicate organization have some troubles. I have been specially sent to inform you about the grudges. What happened in the past is in the past. I hope you will give me some face and stop entangled with me."

"Who is your boss?"

"I'm sorry, because no one here is qualified to know the name of BOSS, so I won't tell you."

"asshole!"

"Where do you think this is?"

Bang!

After the gunshot, Liao Wenjie calmly spoke into the microphone: "I'm just informing you. I don't intend to explain too much. If you insist on pestering me, I don't mind killing you all."

"Hahaha---"

After a brief silence, a few bursts of laughter came from the crowd, full of ridicule without any concealment.

"Hey hey hey..."

Liao Wenjie grinned and his eyes flashed red: "I understand, I will kill you all now."

As soon as he finished speaking, red lines poured out from behind him and quickly spread out on the ground. A huge red ghost hand was pulled out on the spot, and its sharp claws, palms, and wrists rose higher and higher, as if the devil opened the door to hell and stretched out his hand from hell. Towards the human world.

The crowd screamed and hurriedly fled outside the house. They soon discovered that a red carpet had been rolled out on the ground at some point, and red threads were wrapped around their ankles, making it impossible for them to move a step.

Bang!

The glass exploded, and a high-speed bullet flew from a distance and hit Liao Wenjie's right temple.

He tilted his head, staggered twice, ignored the flat bullets that bounced away, and looked in the direction of the attacker.

Sniper!

A ray of red light rushed out from his hand, and in the blink of an eye, a scream came from the distance.

"Fifty kilometers radius!"

Liao Wenjie withdrew the red light: "This is my death radius, the longest record for killing an opponent instantly. If anyone has the confidence to escape from the death radius in an instant, please do it yourself, he can survive tonight."

In the banquet hall, everyone was confused. When a black shadow flew from the sky, broke open the glass window and appeared, they finally understood what Liao Wenjie meant.

The black crows rushed into the exhibition hall and dropped the sniper's body at Liao Wenjie's feet. The crows flapped their wings and circled, and then landed on the huge red ghost claws.

The black crows with scarlet eyes squatted quietly on the ghost claws without saying a word. The cold aura of death was wrapped around their bodies. Some of them even had their faces rotten and exposed their white skulls. They were living visitors from hell, making the hall as quiet as a chill.

Outside the house, giant claws of overflowing red lines took shape, and dense red lines fell in the air. They captured the fleeing bodyguards, controlled them to draw the pistols from their waists, and pointed the muzzles at their own heads amidst the horrified wails.

Bang! xN

After the gunshots were fired, the teeth of hundreds of bodyguards were chattering. The bullets flew past their scalps, missing their lives by just a few centimeters.

In the room, Liao Wenjie curled his lips and said to everyone with an unhappy look on his face: "You are lucky, BOSS just sent me a message. There are undercover agents from our organization here. In addition, there are other organizations, including MI6, FBI, CIA, BND, etc. It would be very troublesome if all the official undercover agents died at once."

Just when everyone was gasping in horror and trying to save their lives through the secret passage, Liao Wenjie sighed, making their heartstrings tighten again.

"I'm so confused. The boss told me not to kill people randomly, but I didn't say harsh words before and wanted to kill you all. The inconsistency makes me lose face. What should I do..."

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and touched his chin. After everyone spent the longest five seconds, he grinned and said: "I thought of it, you choose five scapegoats. In this way, I will save face and not become angry and kill. , you can also take the opportunity to eliminate dissidents, and with the friendship of living and dying together, the internal atmosphere of your organization will be more harmonious... Wonderful, this win-win approach is simply perfect."

You are the devil! xN

"What are you doing standing still? Choose quickly!"