"Click"

With a sharp crack, the assassin felt a sharp pain and suffocation, followed by an overwhelming sense of fear and darkness...

His right hand, which was holding the gun, twitched slightly, and then his body slowly fell to the ground.

"I... damn it, that was fast."

Before he breathed his last, the assassin let out a final cry of despair and resentment.

...

Lin Dong silently bent down and took the gun from the assassin's right hand.

He checked the body's breathing and pulse, confirming that the killer was no longer alive.

He then took out a pair of black gloves from his suit pocket, slowly put them on, and searched the corpse on the ground from head to toe.

Apart from HK$5,000 and RMB6,000, nothing of value was found.

An opened pack of premium Liangyou cigarettes has a line of prominent traditional Chinese characters printed on the packaging:

The Hong Kong Island Government advises citizens that smoking is harmful to their health.

And then there's a box of ordinary matches.

Lin Dong put all these things into his suit pocket. Apart from the gun and money, he would find a way to destroy the rest later.

Lin Dong also picked up the two spent shell casings that had fallen to the ground; these obvious traces could not be left at the scene.

Then, he carefully carried the killer's body back to the driver's seat of the Santana, fastened his seatbelt, and closed the car door.

In the deep darkness, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

A black Santana car slowly slid into the river and began to sink...

Lin Dong glanced at his Rolex watch in the car headlights; the hands of the watch were pointing to 1:16 a.m.

This isn't over yet.

Under the cover of night, he was going to kill someone.