"Chief, are you sure?"

The agent from Military Intelligence Six was somewhat incredulous.

"Don't worry, I can guarantee it."

"Alright, I'll report back then."

After the person left, the chief shrugged. This time, the Mercenary King made an even bigger scene than the previous Clausewitz Prison incident, basically upturning the entire United States with these two events.

...

Russia, Kremlin.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a sound of a table being slapped echoed.

The special bodyguards rushed in once more, only to find the president's face full of delight.

"Well done, indeed. This time, even the John Mansion was blown up. Next time, it'd be nice if the White House were destroyed as well."

Special Bodyguard: "..."

...

Elsewhere in the world, people were also aware of this news.

Instantly, everyone was once again shocked.

Wow, this person is too formidable! Previously blew up Clausewitz Prison, and now the John Mansion. This guy seems to have a vendetta against the United States.

In the following days, San Francisco dispatched a large number of police officers in the search, even deploying special forces, trying to find any leads.

Unfortunately, Ren Feng was not someone they could find just like that.

Days later, the police still had no news, but the excavation work at John Mansion was almost complete.

A white man, dressed in a suit, walked into the ruins' passage under the protection of several bodyguards.

After descending into the underground structure, the man made a gesture, and immediately, the people who came down with him began inspecting.

The man covered his nose, waved his hand, and walked forward.

Along the way, countless corpses were visible.

Some had their heads shot off, some were beaten to death.

The deaths were varied, but as he proceeded to the H Region, there were corpses everywhere in sight.

Internally, the man was somewhat surprised at how many people the other side had killed.

From what he could see, it seemed there weren't any survivors.

Reaching the plaza, he saw the remnants of the burned Ganesha.

The frown on his face deepened, then he pushed open the door and entered, seeing the blasted laptop and the head of Qingdaofu, already shot to a bloody pulp.

"Oh, Qingdaofu, may God bless your soul."

The man said softly, then kicked Qingdaofu's body over with a foot.

"You can inform Mr. Rothschild Clan that nothing was left here, Qingdaofu is completely dead."

The man waved to disperse the strange smell in the air.

As he turned to leave, a subordinate approached.

"Is there any gene research data?"

The man frowned and waved his hand, "Burn it all. I told you before this path is a dead end, Qingdaofu proved it with his worthless research data."

"Yes."

The subordinate said with a bow.

The man took a step and stopped once again.

"Forget it, better have someone bring it out, I remember there was some research data on neuro-consciousness, find it as well."

"Okay."

The subordinate took people to the Z1 Region, and this information was also passed to Rothschild.

United States, New York.

As a super financial city of the United States, the number of famous families here is countless.

Among them, the Rothschild clan is one.

His family's wealth is unknown in amount, recognized by other media as one of the world's top ten families.

Of course, this is just a nominal title, but the Rothschild clan is indeed rich, and he is one of the financial backers of the Freemasonry.

Bartley Rothschild, now the eleventh generation family head, is also one of the five shadows behind the Freemasonry.

In the study, he was playing chess, black and white chess pieces alternating, with a fountain outside, this mansion in the center of New York City is worth a fortune.

Then, a subordinate came to report again.

The person whispered a few words in Bartley's ear, and Bartley nodded.

"Ren Feng?"

Bartley said softly, then used a white piece to capture the black king.

He stood up, the scene of Ren Feng blasting Qingdaofu to death before their eyes still fresh in his memory.

"We don't need to seek you, you will come to us."

Bartley chuckled lightly, today's young people really don't know their own strength.

However, someone capable of causing such damage to the organization is indeed unique.

"Connect, Mr. Tang."

Bartley said softly.

The attendant standing by immediately bowed respectfully and then activated the computer.

After a short while, a video connection was established on the computer, showing a Huaxia woman around fifty years old, wearing a green robe.

Though this woman was older, she had no wrinkles at all.

"Mr. Tang, long time no see," Bartley said with a smile.

"Long time no see," the woman replied calmly.

"Have you seen the recent news?"

"I have, Bartley Clan Leader, you seem to be having some trouble."

"Indeed, I've encountered some trouble, so I'd like to ask you to handle it," Bartley said.

The woman nodded, "Alright, I will take care of it."

"Mr. Tang, I believe the Bounty Guild will thrive under your leadership," Bartley spoke softly, "I believe, for you, Ren Feng is nothing."

"I know."

The woman said calmly.

The communication was then cut off.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Berlin, Germany.

At the moment, the sky was full of stars, and a woman stood on a rooftop in the moonlight.

This woman could be described as a moonlit fairy, standing there with her long hair flowing in the wind, possessing a celestial aura.

Her appearance was extremely beautiful, even without any makeup, she looked like a fairy, her face seeming to be shrouded in moonlight. Most captivating were her eyes, clear and radiant, seemingly drawing people in.

As if like a mist covering the moon, floating like flowing clouds returning as snow.

But the woman's gaze was cold, and her face bore a chill, a cold emanating from inside out, or perhaps indifference would be more appropriate.

"Eleven."

The Tang woman appeared earlier and called out this name, which would make others tremble even more.

Assassin Eleven, one of the top assassins, known to none, but countless have died at his hands, in bizarre ways, their deaths a mystery.

No one knows if Eleven is male or female, but they know this name represents death.

"Sect Leader."

Eleven turned around and spoke to the woman.

Previously, Catherine speculated that the Blood Shadow Building and the Bounty Guild were a single organization, and this was correct. The woman named Tang was the Sect Leader of the Blood Shadow Building and the Guild Leader of the Bounty Guild!

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